Continued from here.
I grab my armor and report to Hanger 15. A small company of mixed Clone troops have been assembled. I notice about 30 crew member for 10 ARC-170 Starfighter and 4 Republic Assault Gunboats. This will be a small fast moving group, set up for quick in and out mission. It might be a raid or we have to rescue another Jedi.
I am a little surprised by the thrown together nature of this group. While all Troopers have been trained in battle, it is obvious that some of these troops have spent more time at support.
A Republic Navel Lieutenant begins to brief us.
“I am Lt. Ambrose. I will be leading this unit for the duration of this mission. Several months ago a resort above Coruscant, Skycity, was attacked. It was believed to be the work of C.I.S separatist bent on striking fear in the Republic. We have received intelligence on the location of a political prisoner being held by these separatist scums, who hate the freedom that the Republic offers to the Galaxy …”
Why do these young officer insist on giving us the rah rah speeches. We are G.A.R trooper for Force sakes. We will follow what ever order we are given. Do we have to listen to the hype also?
I begin to listen again “…so the mission is strait forward. Three of the ARC-170 will defend the Gunboats carrying the troops. The others will assault the enemy ship at close range, knocking out the forward batteries. The Gunboats will get close enough to engage the ship and broad it. We need to take as many of the C.I.S. troops alive for integration. Three squads of troopers will assault and pacify the crew and while Delta squad makes its way to the prisoner hold.”
So it is a rescue.
“Once on board the C.I.S ship, I will personally lead Delta squad and will secure the prisoner; Noel, operator of Skycity. Any questions!” The Lt. continues
One of the ARC pilots asks “What kind of ship are we up against? And do we know the armaments?”
“We do not have that information. Long range scanners have not detected the ship type yet. But we do know it will be orbiting the moon of Endor. When we get there we will just attack any ship we see. No one should be near that moon in the first place.” The Lt. smiles as if he had just made a brilliant observation. “Any further question?”
I had several; Why is a Lt in charge of a company size unit, it a little outside his pay grade? And what is with his plan? I haven’t seen anything this bad since second year military tactics back on Kamino. Does the Lt. have any combat experience? And why don’t we have any Intel on the ship we are assaulting? Is 14 ships and 78 roops enough for this mission?
There is something odd about this whole set up.
Some of the veteran troopers are having the same small looks of doubt.
But what is a trooper to do? We break into the squads, load up into the ships and head in the space. I end up in Beta squad. Thank the makers.
To be continued.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
A Trip With A Tail.
Continued from here
I leave 500 Republica building and begin to make my way back to the base. I am agitated and can’t figure out why. I guess it is due to the number of devises we found in Jardina’s apartment. I am almost positive what I will find when I examine the devises once I am back on base. Why would anyone place that many ‘bugs”? I don’t get it. And all the same type.
I drop the bag I am carrying and bend down to pick it up. As I had suspected I have picked up a tail. I am being followed by a Bothan. For a sneaky race, this one sticks out a bit here on Coruscant.
I continue on and make my way to the financial district. Once there I glance around and then head down one of the back streets. I find a trash container and dump the bag of Jardia’s “bug” laden clothing. I then break in to a run and get out of there fast.
A few moments the Bothan approaches the dumpster, glances abound, then goes to retrieves the bag. I watch from a ledge about 20 feet above. When his arm reaches in, I leap down on the dumpster’s lid. There is a sickening crack from the Bothan's arm. Before he can yelp in pain, I kick him in the face and knock him out.
I quickly activate the electronic dampener that Jardina added to my com-link, strip any weapons and devises he has on him. I do a quick electronic sweep to make sure he does not have a tracking devise on him. I then move the dumpster so I can’t be seen from the street.
While I wait for the Bothan to come to, the anger I felt earlier is turning to curiosity. Other then sparing this is the first sentient I have ever fought. All my battles to date have been with Droids. It is oddly exhilarating.
The Bothan comes to. I start right away with questions “Why are you following me?”
“What?” he says
“What is not a reason. Why are you following me?” I give his broken arm a slight tap. The pain shoot through him and he yelps. I reach for his arm again and he barks out “I don’t know, I was just told to follow you and send a report to a drop location.”
“Wow, for a professional you sure gave up that answer easily. Now tell me the truth, who hired you?” I punch his arm.
“Aghhhh! What?”
“What is not the name of an employer.” I punch his arm again. “Say what one more time and I’ll tear your arm off.”
The Bothan yelps louder. Through clenched fangs he spits out, “You have no Idea who you are dealing with. They will kill you in the end. And no matter what you do you can’t protect her, you know that don’t you. And after you are dead, she will know what you did and she will despise you forever.”
I looked stunned and then my fury rises. “That may be the case,” I hiss in a low venom filled voice, “but you won’t be around to see it.” I tighten up my hand and knuckle punch the Bothan in the throat. I hear the wind pipe crack and blood flows from his mouth.
While the spy dies, I retrieve the bundle of clothing from the dumpster and make my way back to base.
Once back on base I stow the bag in Jardina’s office. My comlink beeps and informs me I am to report to hanger bay 15 and to be ready to travel.
Now what?
To be continued
I leave 500 Republica building and begin to make my way back to the base. I am agitated and can’t figure out why. I guess it is due to the number of devises we found in Jardina’s apartment. I am almost positive what I will find when I examine the devises once I am back on base. Why would anyone place that many ‘bugs”? I don’t get it. And all the same type.
I drop the bag I am carrying and bend down to pick it up. As I had suspected I have picked up a tail. I am being followed by a Bothan. For a sneaky race, this one sticks out a bit here on Coruscant.
I continue on and make my way to the financial district. Once there I glance around and then head down one of the back streets. I find a trash container and dump the bag of Jardia’s “bug” laden clothing. I then break in to a run and get out of there fast.
A few moments the Bothan approaches the dumpster, glances abound, then goes to retrieves the bag. I watch from a ledge about 20 feet above. When his arm reaches in, I leap down on the dumpster’s lid. There is a sickening crack from the Bothan's arm. Before he can yelp in pain, I kick him in the face and knock him out.
I quickly activate the electronic dampener that Jardina added to my com-link, strip any weapons and devises he has on him. I do a quick electronic sweep to make sure he does not have a tracking devise on him. I then move the dumpster so I can’t be seen from the street.
While I wait for the Bothan to come to, the anger I felt earlier is turning to curiosity. Other then sparing this is the first sentient I have ever fought. All my battles to date have been with Droids. It is oddly exhilarating.
The Bothan comes to. I start right away with questions “Why are you following me?”
“What?” he says
“What is not a reason. Why are you following me?” I give his broken arm a slight tap. The pain shoot through him and he yelps. I reach for his arm again and he barks out “I don’t know, I was just told to follow you and send a report to a drop location.”
“Wow, for a professional you sure gave up that answer easily. Now tell me the truth, who hired you?” I punch his arm.
“Aghhhh! What?”
“What is not the name of an employer.” I punch his arm again. “Say what one more time and I’ll tear your arm off.”
The Bothan yelps louder. Through clenched fangs he spits out, “You have no Idea who you are dealing with. They will kill you in the end. And no matter what you do you can’t protect her, you know that don’t you. And after you are dead, she will know what you did and she will despise you forever.”
I looked stunned and then my fury rises. “That may be the case,” I hiss in a low venom filled voice, “but you won’t be around to see it.” I tighten up my hand and knuckle punch the Bothan in the throat. I hear the wind pipe crack and blood flows from his mouth.
While the spy dies, I retrieve the bundle of clothing from the dumpster and make my way back to base.
Once back on base I stow the bag in Jardina’s office. My comlink beeps and informs me I am to report to hanger bay 15 and to be ready to travel.
Now what?
To be continued
Friday, August 11, 2006
LGS: What a Tough Week
After my tough week on Last Gladiator Standing, I find out a little more about my embarrassing date. Read about it here.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Mission Interrupted
I was on a mission with Kenobi and Skywalker on Cato Neimoidia. It had been going badly. Our unit was cut off from the main force, we had lost our transport and Skywalker was running low on gel.
I and two other troopers had been order to scout ahead for some kind of transportation from any friendly local. A storm broke as evening fell. After an hour or so we came across what looked like an inn.
*Hmump! So this is how you celebrate, do you?*
“Uhhh, What … anyhow back to my story” …. We when spoke with the innkeeper, who was friendly to the republic, he said he did have one local animal he could let us use. The local rode very large dogs, bread for that purpose.”
*Some dumb pun story, no less. Read not the blogger rules did he*
“Excuse me I am trying to tell a story. What is the problem here?”
“Read the rules of blogger you did not. To be show the error of your way, you must.”
*looks around* “Ok who said that? You’re talking like Master Yoda but you don’t sound like him.” I inquire
A small green being in Jedi robes step out behind the scenery.
“Ha!! I knew it. You’re not Master Yoda. Stop talking like him you imposter.” I call out
“You couldn’t afford Master Yoda. Who you calling an imposter any way clone boy. I knew Yoda back before you were even popped into that EZ-Bake oven you call a mom. Master Yoda asked me to stop by and make sure you abide by the rules of Blogger™”
“Uhhh …..What are you taking about?” I ask dumbfounded
“In section 34, paragraph 78, sub-section 14, line 1034 it states “All people/persons/beings/clone boys who use Blogger™ must on reaching their 100th post make said 100th post related to the underling fact that it is their 100th post.” It is right their in black and white, 7 point Sanskrit font for everyone to read. so get cracking clone boy.”
“This is silly. It is a stupid rule and you are a stupid little frog for bugging me about it. It is my story and I will do what I want. Now go away.”
“Ohhhh my poor Kermie. Take it Back Clone boy HiEEEEEEEE.”
“Stop trying to kick me! Who the heck are you? Never mind I don’t want to know. Just leave the area.”
“Oh Yeah Buster. Heyaaaaa! HiEEEEEE!”
“Stop attacking me you freaking pig!” I set my blaster on stun and knock her out
BZZZZZZ! The frog pulls out a light saber. “Now listen here, by the power given to me by Master Yoda and the Blogger Force, you will acknowledge your 100th post.”
Yikes! “Ok. Not a problem I do it right now. But then can I get back to my story.”
“No! It is another dumb pun. The punch line is “I would never send a Knight out on a Dog like this.” Now get to being happy about your 100th post NOW!!!!”
“I can’t believe you ruined my joke, You spiteful little frog”
“Well, you would have a bad attitude if you spent the last 50 years with someone hand shoved up your ….******************************************
*WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPIRENCE TECHNICALY DIFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY *musak plays ‘Girl from Ipinima” *
“Ok I can see you point, but you didn’t have to ruin my joke”
“People don’t like your pun, they are ….”
“I like you Puns. Wacka Wacka Wacka. I use them all the time”
Kermit and I just stare at the bear.
“Why didn’t you wear the outfit I gave you. This is a Star Wars Blog Fozzie!!.”
The frog and the bear begin to argue and fight.
Oh well, this has been a strange day. In closing I would like to thank everyone for stopping by and reading my stuff. I would thank some of you personally, but then this would go on much longer. Here is too being goofy with other online freaks and geeks. Again thank you all for your encouragement.
I and two other troopers had been order to scout ahead for some kind of transportation from any friendly local. A storm broke as evening fell. After an hour or so we came across what looked like an inn.
*Hmump! So this is how you celebrate, do you?*
“Uhhh, What … anyhow back to my story” …. We when spoke with the innkeeper, who was friendly to the republic, he said he did have one local animal he could let us use. The local rode very large dogs, bread for that purpose.”
*Some dumb pun story, no less. Read not the blogger rules did he*
“Excuse me I am trying to tell a story. What is the problem here?”
“Read the rules of blogger you did not. To be show the error of your way, you must.”
*looks around* “Ok who said that? You’re talking like Master Yoda but you don’t sound like him.” I inquire
A small green being in Jedi robes step out behind the scenery.
“Ha!! I knew it. You’re not Master Yoda. Stop talking like him you imposter.” I call out
“You couldn’t afford Master Yoda. Who you calling an imposter any way clone boy. I knew Yoda back before you were even popped into that EZ-Bake oven you call a mom. Master Yoda asked me to stop by and make sure you abide by the rules of Blogger™”
“Uhhh …..What are you taking about?” I ask dumbfounded
“In section 34, paragraph 78, sub-section 14, line 1034 it states “All people/persons/beings/clone boys who use Blogger™ must on reaching their 100th post make said 100th post related to the underling fact that it is their 100th post.” It is right their in black and white, 7 point Sanskrit font for everyone to read. so get cracking clone boy.”
“This is silly. It is a stupid rule and you are a stupid little frog for bugging me about it. It is my story and I will do what I want. Now go away.”
“Ohhhh my poor Kermie. Take it Back Clone boy HiEEEEEEEE.”
“Stop trying to kick me! Who the heck are you? Never mind I don’t want to know. Just leave the area.”
“Oh Yeah Buster. Heyaaaaa! HiEEEEEE!”
“Stop attacking me you freaking pig!” I set my blaster on stun and knock her out
BZZZZZZ! The frog pulls out a light saber. “Now listen here, by the power given to me by Master Yoda and the Blogger Force, you will acknowledge your 100th post.”
Yikes! “Ok. Not a problem I do it right now. But then can I get back to my story.”
“No! It is another dumb pun. The punch line is “I would never send a Knight out on a Dog like this.” Now get to being happy about your 100th post NOW!!!!”
“I can’t believe you ruined my joke, You spiteful little frog”
“Well, you would have a bad attitude if you spent the last 50 years with someone hand shoved up your ….******************************************
*WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPIRENCE TECHNICALY DIFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY *musak plays ‘Girl from Ipinima” *
“Ok I can see you point, but you didn’t have to ruin my joke”
“People don’t like your pun, they are ….”
“I like you Puns. Wacka Wacka Wacka. I use them all the time”
Kermit and I just stare at the bear.
“Why didn’t you wear the outfit I gave you. This is a Star Wars Blog Fozzie!!.”
The frog and the bear begin to argue and fight.
Oh well, this has been a strange day. In closing I would like to thank everyone for stopping by and reading my stuff. I would thank some of you personally, but then this would go on much longer. Here is too being goofy with other online freaks and geeks. Again thank you all for your encouragement.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Another New Mission
“Trooper! Come here. Lord Vader and Emperor Palpatine have an important job for you.” The Imperial Officer barked at me.
‘Yes, sir. Another mission hunting down rebel scum? Off to crush a rebellion in the outer rim? Help hunt down the last of the Jedi?” I was very excited, it has been slow recently.
“This mission will keep you on Coruscant, Trooper. We need some on to work on static open-air adverting for an upcoming event in the near future. Report to the duty officer to get you assignment.
Some days I dislike my job more then others.
‘Yes, sir. Another mission hunting down rebel scum? Off to crush a rebellion in the outer rim? Help hunt down the last of the Jedi?” I was very excited, it has been slow recently.
“This mission will keep you on Coruscant, Trooper. We need some on to work on static open-air adverting for an upcoming event in the near future. Report to the duty officer to get you assignment.
Some days I dislike my job more then others.
LGS: What Happend to My ....
A Army of (Cl)One has a gender bender on Last Gladiator Standing. Come on by and see what happened.
Also this week the audience get to vote.
*SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT, SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT*
So make sure you come by this week and voter for your favorite Clone Trooper. If not him, vote for me then. Free Bantha Gut Soup for all who vote.
Also this week the audience get to vote.
*SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT, SHAMELESS PLUG ALERT*
So make sure you come by this week and voter for your favorite Clone Trooper. If not him, vote for me then. Free Bantha Gut Soup for all who vote.
Friday, August 04, 2006
The Communication Meeting.
A few weeks ago all G.A.R and Republic Navel Personnel on the base were asked to fill our a communication survey, to find out what communication issues exist. All base personnel were then requested to come to a presentation on the finding. The presenter would be Captain Cordwell of the Republic Navy. There would also be a panel for senior brass, including Base Commander Watkins.
Here is how it went.
Captiain Cordwell is on stage with some large graphics. “We have found many issues with the current levels of communication among the rank and file. These range from the minor to the serious …”
Base Commander Watkins: “Yes, yes, but get the the point Captian. We don’t have all day.”
Captain Cordwell, a little nervously: “The number on problem seem to be a fear of bringing negative news to senior staff. As you can see from the cha…”
Base Commander Watkins: WHAT?!?!?! Why haven’t I heard this before? This is an outrage.”
Captain Cordwell: “Well, because it’s negative news, Sir?”
Base Commander Watkins: “Do you have any solutions? Or did you come here today to just try to embarrass the commanding staff? This is the kind of disrespect to the G.A.R. that gets people shipped off to the outer rim to watch over Nerf Herder on system no one has ever heard of!!!”
All the other panel members look around apprehensively, but say nothing.
Captain Cordwell: “uhhh, um … Maybe if we wait a few day the issues will take care of itself.”
Base Commander Watkins: ‘Fine, next issue”
Captain Cordwell, through a strained smile: “Happily, there are not any other communications issues, at all. Everyone has strong moral and thinks the current system is great.”
Later as I am escorting Base Commander Watkins back to his office he asks me “Trooper, why do you think so many problems go away on their own.”
“I have no idea, sir” I reply as I roll my eyes.
Here is how it went.
Captiain Cordwell is on stage with some large graphics. “We have found many issues with the current levels of communication among the rank and file. These range from the minor to the serious …”
Base Commander Watkins: “Yes, yes, but get the the point Captian. We don’t have all day.”
Captain Cordwell, a little nervously: “The number on problem seem to be a fear of bringing negative news to senior staff. As you can see from the cha…”
Base Commander Watkins: WHAT?!?!?! Why haven’t I heard this before? This is an outrage.”
Captain Cordwell: “Well, because it’s negative news, Sir?”
Base Commander Watkins: “Do you have any solutions? Or did you come here today to just try to embarrass the commanding staff? This is the kind of disrespect to the G.A.R. that gets people shipped off to the outer rim to watch over Nerf Herder on system no one has ever heard of!!!”
All the other panel members look around apprehensively, but say nothing.
Captain Cordwell: “uhhh, um … Maybe if we wait a few day the issues will take care of itself.”
Base Commander Watkins: ‘Fine, next issue”
Captain Cordwell, through a strained smile: “Happily, there are not any other communications issues, at all. Everyone has strong moral and thinks the current system is great.”
Later as I am escorting Base Commander Watkins back to his office he asks me “Trooper, why do you think so many problems go away on their own.”
“I have no idea, sir” I reply as I roll my eyes.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Some of What I Have Learned Being a Trooper
You pick up funny and useful advice when serving in the Grand Army of the Republic. Here is a collection of some of the best.
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"Aim towards the Enemy." (Instruction printed on DS-15 Rocket Launcher)
When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Cluster bombing from Republic Attack Gunship is very, very accurate. The bombs always hit the ground. (G.A.R Field Manual)
If the enemy is in range, so are you. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons. (Jango Fett)
Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo. (Clone Commander Cody)
You, you, and you . . . Panic. The rest of you, come with me. (Clone Gunnery Sergeant)
Tracers work both ways. (Naboo Defense Force Training Guide)
Five second fuses only last three seconds. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last, and don't ever volunteer to do anything. (Correllian Special Forces)
If your attack is going too well, you have walked into an ambush. (Lt. Cmdr. Oneida)
Any ship can be a minesweeper... once. (Admiral Ozzel)
Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do. (Clone Trooper E775)
Draw fire not; irritates the people around you, it will. (Master Yoda)
Mines are equal opportunity weapons. (Clone Platoon Sergeant)
No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection. (Lt. Cmdr. Oneida)
If you find yourself in a fair fight, you didn't plan your mission properly. (Jedi Knight Skywalker)
In the Navy, the Chief is always right. (Wedge Antillies)
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"Aim towards the Enemy." (Instruction printed on DS-15 Rocket Launcher)
When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Cluster bombing from Republic Attack Gunship is very, very accurate. The bombs always hit the ground. (G.A.R Field Manual)
If the enemy is in range, so are you. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons. (Jango Fett)
Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo. (Clone Commander Cody)
You, you, and you . . . Panic. The rest of you, come with me. (Clone Gunnery Sergeant)
Tracers work both ways. (Naboo Defense Force Training Guide)
Five second fuses only last three seconds. (G.A.R Field Manual)
Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last, and don't ever volunteer to do anything. (Correllian Special Forces)
If your attack is going too well, you have walked into an ambush. (Lt. Cmdr. Oneida)
Any ship can be a minesweeper... once. (Admiral Ozzel)
Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do. (Clone Trooper E775)
Draw fire not; irritates the people around you, it will. (Master Yoda)
Mines are equal opportunity weapons. (Clone Platoon Sergeant)
No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection. (Lt. Cmdr. Oneida)
If you find yourself in a fair fight, you didn't plan your mission properly. (Jedi Knight Skywalker)
In the Navy, the Chief is always right. (Wedge Antillies)
Monday, July 31, 2006
Skywalker and A Mission
Okay. I want to explain this before it gets into general circulation and people *eyes Wedge* start making up wild stories.
It started on a standard recon mission to the planet Bintenvell. It is a planet known for the massive commerce center know as Wahl Mearts. Jedi Knight Skywalker was leading our group when we spotted one of the large centers we had come to investigate.
“Earl, come here!” Skywalker yelled me. I hate when he calls me Earl. I have a designation you know.
“I got some important recon I need you to do. You need to enter the Wahl Meart, go to the area that has information stored on disk, find the disk with this name on it …” Skywalker hand me a piece of paper “… get a copy any way you can, bring it back to me and don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Why are we doing this sir?” I ask
“Hey Earl, don’t ask any questions. Just do your job. Oh and here’s 25 credits in case you have to bribe some one.”
I make my way into the center. Strangely no one even looks twice at me in my armor. The place is a hodge-podge of every species in the galaxy.
I find the area Skywalker spoke of, I slyly look thought the information disk and find the one Skywalker mentioned.
Some kind of security personal in a blue vest approached me and asked “What are you doing. If you want that you need to give me some money.”
Ah, the bribe Skywalker had mentioned now come into play. I smoothly ask “So would 25 credits cover this?”
“Yeah, but come over here with me.” The security person takes me over to some kind of com station, take the disk from me, wave it around and say "17.99 cr.”
I quickly give him the credits and head back to Skywalker, who was very pleased.
Somehow I must have been spotted on the security monitors, because this picture made it way back to me.
I just wanted to explain what happened.
It started on a standard recon mission to the planet Bintenvell. It is a planet known for the massive commerce center know as Wahl Mearts. Jedi Knight Skywalker was leading our group when we spotted one of the large centers we had come to investigate.
“Earl, come here!” Skywalker yelled me. I hate when he calls me Earl. I have a designation you know.
“I got some important recon I need you to do. You need to enter the Wahl Meart, go to the area that has information stored on disk, find the disk with this name on it …” Skywalker hand me a piece of paper “… get a copy any way you can, bring it back to me and don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Why are we doing this sir?” I ask
“Hey Earl, don’t ask any questions. Just do your job. Oh and here’s 25 credits in case you have to bribe some one.”
I make my way into the center. Strangely no one even looks twice at me in my armor. The place is a hodge-podge of every species in the galaxy.
I find the area Skywalker spoke of, I slyly look thought the information disk and find the one Skywalker mentioned.
Some kind of security personal in a blue vest approached me and asked “What are you doing. If you want that you need to give me some money.”
Ah, the bribe Skywalker had mentioned now come into play. I smoothly ask “So would 25 credits cover this?”
“Yeah, but come over here with me.” The security person takes me over to some kind of com station, take the disk from me, wave it around and say "17.99 cr.”
I quickly give him the credits and head back to Skywalker, who was very pleased.
Somehow I must have been spotted on the security monitors, because this picture made it way back to me.
I just wanted to explain what happened.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Planning To Bomb Oursleves ...
Continued from here
Jardina looks at me while making her decision. “Yes, Tak that would be helpful. It might take a while by myself. Let’s see if we can get you back to base by evening Mess”
I roll my eyes, “Of course Lt. Cmdr. Who would want to miss out on Crud on Toast? Let’s get to it.”
We head over to the small bank of listening equipment; I start to take apart several pieces that Jardina won’t be using. I make some noise and the occasional cures in Mando, just to make it sound right.
Jardina mover to her com station and begins to slice a path to the building. She moves thought the system so fast, I can barley follow what she is doing. It looks like she is slicing into an off-world relay. In short order I see the building specs come up on the screen. She looks over her shoulder at me, while pointing to a power cuplink two floors down. I point to one a floor above and one apartment away. It is the residents of the Berchest ambassador. She had made a speech attacking the Banking Clan recently and would be a believable target.
Jardena set up a power feed loop that will go undetected for an hour or so, and then blow up. She used a Separatist signal signature we picked up on our last mission. It is old enough that security should be able to pick it up, but new enough not to look like a plant.
Within 15 minutes she is finished. It is always great to watch her work. I know she wouldn’t admit it, but she loves this part of her job. Getting around the best security system in the Republic gives it own special rush. I am glad we are on the same side, because she would be a formidable asset to the separatist.
We “worked” in relative silence for the next hour, making small talk about G.A.R equipment failures, regulations that annoy the rank and file and when we think this current conflict will end.
Then there is a muffled boom from out in the hall. The power in the apartment goes out, my comlink goes dead and we both jump into action. With in 2 minutes I have collected all the all the listening devises placed around the room and Jardina has scooped up all the clothing in her room that was bugged. While in her bed room she quickly pulls off the shirt she is wearing and grabs another. I look away, but not before seeing a glimpse of her back and shoulders as her hair flips up slightly.
Jardina shot out of the room and tosses me the bag of clothing. “Get these back to my office, scan them and see if you can figure out who made them. I’ll take the others devises and work on them. I’ll contact you as soon as I find something out. I may need you help again, you up for it, Tak.”
I hand her 5 of the devises we pulled from the walls, “Of course Lt. Cmdr. If I need to, I’ll try to contact you through secure channel.” I want to give her a hug to let her know everything will be ok, but I can’t.
I head out into the confusion of the hallway. Senator, diplomats and the elites of Coruscant’s society are milling about, looking dazed. I don’t know why, but I want to grab them by the neck and watch their life drain away.
Read Lt. Cmdr. Oneida’s view.
Jardina looks at me while making her decision. “Yes, Tak that would be helpful. It might take a while by myself. Let’s see if we can get you back to base by evening Mess”
I roll my eyes, “Of course Lt. Cmdr. Who would want to miss out on Crud on Toast? Let’s get to it.”
We head over to the small bank of listening equipment; I start to take apart several pieces that Jardina won’t be using. I make some noise and the occasional cures in Mando, just to make it sound right.
Jardina mover to her com station and begins to slice a path to the building. She moves thought the system so fast, I can barley follow what she is doing. It looks like she is slicing into an off-world relay. In short order I see the building specs come up on the screen. She looks over her shoulder at me, while pointing to a power cuplink two floors down. I point to one a floor above and one apartment away. It is the residents of the Berchest ambassador. She had made a speech attacking the Banking Clan recently and would be a believable target.
Jardena set up a power feed loop that will go undetected for an hour or so, and then blow up. She used a Separatist signal signature we picked up on our last mission. It is old enough that security should be able to pick it up, but new enough not to look like a plant.
Within 15 minutes she is finished. It is always great to watch her work. I know she wouldn’t admit it, but she loves this part of her job. Getting around the best security system in the Republic gives it own special rush. I am glad we are on the same side, because she would be a formidable asset to the separatist.
We “worked” in relative silence for the next hour, making small talk about G.A.R equipment failures, regulations that annoy the rank and file and when we think this current conflict will end.
Then there is a muffled boom from out in the hall. The power in the apartment goes out, my comlink goes dead and we both jump into action. With in 2 minutes I have collected all the all the listening devises placed around the room and Jardina has scooped up all the clothing in her room that was bugged. While in her bed room she quickly pulls off the shirt she is wearing and grabs another. I look away, but not before seeing a glimpse of her back and shoulders as her hair flips up slightly.
Jardina shot out of the room and tosses me the bag of clothing. “Get these back to my office, scan them and see if you can figure out who made them. I’ll take the others devises and work on them. I’ll contact you as soon as I find something out. I may need you help again, you up for it, Tak.”
I hand her 5 of the devises we pulled from the walls, “Of course Lt. Cmdr. If I need to, I’ll try to contact you through secure channel.” I want to give her a hug to let her know everything will be ok, but I can’t.
I head out into the confusion of the hallway. Senator, diplomats and the elites of Coruscant’s society are milling about, looking dazed. I don’t know why, but I want to grab them by the neck and watch their life drain away.
Read Lt. Cmdr. Oneida’s view.
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Monday, July 24, 2006
Don't Kill All The Bugs ...
Continued from here
As I scan the closet, many of the articles of clothing have listening devises. Some have been woven into the cloth. Who ever did this had too much time on their hand. This is overkill.
Jardina come over, looking furious. As she moves to deactivate the devises I give her a negative signal.
“What kind of animals are these, Lt. Cmdr.?” I inquire “I don’t think I have seen anything like them before.”
Jardina glares at me and gives me a WTF look.
“Oh these are Voorpaks. Pets from the south of Naboo. A friend got them for me to remind me of home.” She makes a breaking motion with her hand as she looks towards the closet.
“Oh Pets” I reply “I have never had a pet, no time. What did you name these Voorpaks?” as I finish I lean in extremely close to Jardina’s ear. Surprisingly she does not get irritated with my invasion of her personal space. She must be pissed.
I whisper in the quietest of voices “if we deactivate them like this, whoever placed the bugs will know that you found them. We must create a distraction.”
Her voice is calm, but her eyes shine with fury, “I named one Edee and the other Bodooka. I sure you know the Mando translation for Edee, but Bodooka means ‘energy ball’ in Gunan. …”
I continue to whisper “If we can create a EMP pulse on the five surrounding floors, it would fry the devises. You main equipment should be safe due to its shielding …” the smell of her skin washes over me. I fight the feelings I am having.
“The names match their personalities …*whispers* how …and I like having the reminder of home here.” Jardina continues
*still whispering* “slice into the buildings computer, overload the power converters on floor above this, mask the slice with a Separatist signature …” I feel the heat coming off her. The warmth touches the side of my face. “These etyc aru’e * won’t know they have been found out and building security will be increased” I draw my head back. I hadn’t been that close to here since we sparred.
“It is always nice to have reminders of home, Lt. Cmdr.” I say. My brain is swimming. I work to quiet the turmoil in my head and hope Jardina puts it down to nervousness over the devises we have found. Her temper is high right now and I hope she may have not noticed anything out of the ordinary.
“Lt. Cmdr. Did you want me to help install the replacement parts?” I ask
*Mando: wicked cowards
Read from the Lt. Cmdr’s view
As I scan the closet, many of the articles of clothing have listening devises. Some have been woven into the cloth. Who ever did this had too much time on their hand. This is overkill.
Jardina come over, looking furious. As she moves to deactivate the devises I give her a negative signal.
“What kind of animals are these, Lt. Cmdr.?” I inquire “I don’t think I have seen anything like them before.”
Jardina glares at me and gives me a WTF look.
“Oh these are Voorpaks. Pets from the south of Naboo. A friend got them for me to remind me of home.” She makes a breaking motion with her hand as she looks towards the closet.
“Oh Pets” I reply “I have never had a pet, no time. What did you name these Voorpaks?” as I finish I lean in extremely close to Jardina’s ear. Surprisingly she does not get irritated with my invasion of her personal space. She must be pissed.
I whisper in the quietest of voices “if we deactivate them like this, whoever placed the bugs will know that you found them. We must create a distraction.”
Her voice is calm, but her eyes shine with fury, “I named one Edee and the other Bodooka. I sure you know the Mando translation for Edee, but Bodooka means ‘energy ball’ in Gunan. …”
I continue to whisper “If we can create a EMP pulse on the five surrounding floors, it would fry the devises. You main equipment should be safe due to its shielding …” the smell of her skin washes over me. I fight the feelings I am having.
“The names match their personalities …*whispers* how …and I like having the reminder of home here.” Jardina continues
*still whispering* “slice into the buildings computer, overload the power converters on floor above this, mask the slice with a Separatist signature …” I feel the heat coming off her. The warmth touches the side of my face. “These etyc aru’e * won’t know they have been found out and building security will be increased” I draw my head back. I hadn’t been that close to here since we sparred.
“It is always nice to have reminders of home, Lt. Cmdr.” I say. My brain is swimming. I work to quiet the turmoil in my head and hope Jardina puts it down to nervousness over the devises we have found. Her temper is high right now and I hope she may have not noticed anything out of the ordinary.
“Lt. Cmdr. Did you want me to help install the replacement parts?” I ask
*Mando: wicked cowards
Read from the Lt. Cmdr’s view
Sunday, July 23, 2006
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Saturday, July 22, 2006
Questions, Concerns and a Call
Continued from here
How did I know his thoughts would turn to Cmdr. Andros.
"The Lt. Cmdr works with lot of Naval Officer I don't know. I am not sure if I have met a Cmdr. Andros before. But as to her temper about the job, Lt. Cmdr. Oneida has mentioned missing Naboo. The Naval bureaucracy has a different style than the Naboo Security Forces and I think that is vexing at times. I think overall the Lt. Cmdr. enjoys her job, more so when the job is off Coruscant."
I have many questions I want to ask, but hold my thoughts to myself.
"She prefers when she's *not* on Coruscant?" he asks. He frowns, then adds, "Listen, Tak, I'm sure you know that Jardena is my girlfriend. Without getting too specific, some weird things have happened recently and I'm concerned. Have you noticed anyone she works with or anyone she knows... hanging around her excessively, or crossing the line in some way? You see, someone is stalking her indirectly. I'd do anything to protect her, so if you've seen anything, or you know anything, I'd like to know."
Moteé is shooting better. Not great, but much better. I run through some more techniques she that will help. She seems a little apprehensive with me, but I am used this happening. Clones tend to cause some unease with the public.
As I walk back to Captain Typho, my com link beeps… It's a message from Lt. Cmdr Oneida. I put the message on Audio only and have it piped to my helmet… My face remains placid as I listen to the message.
"Captain Typho," I begin, "I have been called away for the rest of the afternoon. I will have another range master take over right away. If Moteé needs any further assistance this week, I will be willing to work with her."
The Captain looks quizzically at me.
I lower my voice. "As for your other issue, I have not noticed anyone on base acting out of line. If I have any concerns or see anything out of the ordinary I will contact you."
I bring my voice back to it normal level. "Good luck on the bet with the Corellians."
I head back to base to change out of my armor.
See Captain Tyhpo’s view here
The story continued here for TK 266 and here for Lt.Cmdr Oneida
How did I know his thoughts would turn to Cmdr. Andros.
"The Lt. Cmdr works with lot of Naval Officer I don't know. I am not sure if I have met a Cmdr. Andros before. But as to her temper about the job, Lt. Cmdr. Oneida has mentioned missing Naboo. The Naval bureaucracy has a different style than the Naboo Security Forces and I think that is vexing at times. I think overall the Lt. Cmdr. enjoys her job, more so when the job is off Coruscant."
I have many questions I want to ask, but hold my thoughts to myself.
"She prefers when she's *not* on Coruscant?" he asks. He frowns, then adds, "Listen, Tak, I'm sure you know that Jardena is my girlfriend. Without getting too specific, some weird things have happened recently and I'm concerned. Have you noticed anyone she works with or anyone she knows... hanging around her excessively, or crossing the line in some way? You see, someone is stalking her indirectly. I'd do anything to protect her, so if you've seen anything, or you know anything, I'd like to know."
Moteé is shooting better. Not great, but much better. I run through some more techniques she that will help. She seems a little apprehensive with me, but I am used this happening. Clones tend to cause some unease with the public.
As I walk back to Captain Typho, my com link beeps… It's a message from Lt. Cmdr Oneida. I put the message on Audio only and have it piped to my helmet… My face remains placid as I listen to the message.
"Captain Typho," I begin, "I have been called away for the rest of the afternoon. I will have another range master take over right away. If Moteé needs any further assistance this week, I will be willing to work with her."
The Captain looks quizzically at me.
I lower my voice. "As for your other issue, I have not noticed anyone on base acting out of line. If I have any concerns or see anything out of the ordinary I will contact you."
I bring my voice back to it normal level. "Good luck on the bet with the Corellians."
I head back to base to change out of my armor.
See Captain Tyhpo’s view here
The story continued here for TK 266 and here for Lt.Cmdr Oneida
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Typho, Bad Breathing & Some Questions
Continued from here
"Not a problem, Captain. I'll have them changed in a few minutes." I contact the range center and request the target change. I ask for a mix of Battle Droids and Droideka. This should be something little more familiar for the Naboo.
"Captain, did you want me to work with Wrora and Moteé to help bring them up to spec or take the other troops to the firing range?" I asked as the targets began to become droids.
Captain Typho looks at me for a moment. "I'll work with you to help them," he says. "I assume you have some subordinate that can go on with the others to the qualifying range? If so, you and I can stay here and focus on these two. Lt. Dysar will take charge of my team over there."
"I would prefer to work you to help Wrora and Moteé, Captain." I contacted the range center. "This is TK 266. Send EK 1994 down to range six. Have him contact Lt. Dysar of the Naboo security force and assist with range duty. TK 266 out. I am at your disposal Captain.
We start from scratch with Wrora and Moteé, emphasizing posture for Wrora and breathing for Moteé. Once again we send them to the line to try to get past the calibration stage of today's task.
"So, you work with Lt. Cmdr. Oneida?" he asks. "How long have you served with her? Since she was stationed here on Coruscant, or further back?"
I look at Moteé's shooting. "Captain, no offence, but Moteé breaths like a Gundark in heat. I think we are going to have to work a lot more with her."
I see Captain Typho's eyebrow rise ever so slightly. I guess he won't be thrown off so easily. I have to remember to work more on my small talk skills.
The Captain says nothing as we watch Moteé. His eye looks towards me again.
"I met Lt. Cmdr. Oneida five months after the Battle of Geonosis," I say. "I don't know how long she had been on Coruscant. All I knew was she was given a high security clearance and the power to pick the troopers she wanted. I can't talk about our missions, but I have served as an escort for her on and off for the last 13 months."
I hope that is enough to satisfy his curiosity. I call to Moteé to stop shooting and run through some more breathing exercises, focusing on pulling the trigger on the held breath or the exhale, at the very least.
"Moteé is one of our newer handmaidens, so she was chosen first because of her looks, second because of her fighting skills," he says. "A more experienced handmaiden was recently let go."
He pauses, and then says, "So, you've worked with Lt. Cmdr. Oneida for over a year. That's a long time. I realize that you can't talk specifically about your missions, of course, but does she work with Cmdr. Andros often? In general... does she seem to enjoy her work?"
To be continues
Read Captain Typho’s view here
"Not a problem, Captain. I'll have them changed in a few minutes." I contact the range center and request the target change. I ask for a mix of Battle Droids and Droideka. This should be something little more familiar for the Naboo.
"Captain, did you want me to work with Wrora and Moteé to help bring them up to spec or take the other troops to the firing range?" I asked as the targets began to become droids.
Captain Typho looks at me for a moment. "I'll work with you to help them," he says. "I assume you have some subordinate that can go on with the others to the qualifying range? If so, you and I can stay here and focus on these two. Lt. Dysar will take charge of my team over there."
"I would prefer to work you to help Wrora and Moteé, Captain." I contacted the range center. "This is TK 266. Send EK 1994 down to range six. Have him contact Lt. Dysar of the Naboo security force and assist with range duty. TK 266 out. I am at your disposal Captain.
We start from scratch with Wrora and Moteé, emphasizing posture for Wrora and breathing for Moteé. Once again we send them to the line to try to get past the calibration stage of today's task.
"So, you work with Lt. Cmdr. Oneida?" he asks. "How long have you served with her? Since she was stationed here on Coruscant, or further back?"
I look at Moteé's shooting. "Captain, no offence, but Moteé breaths like a Gundark in heat. I think we are going to have to work a lot more with her."
I see Captain Typho's eyebrow rise ever so slightly. I guess he won't be thrown off so easily. I have to remember to work more on my small talk skills.
The Captain says nothing as we watch Moteé. His eye looks towards me again.
"I met Lt. Cmdr. Oneida five months after the Battle of Geonosis," I say. "I don't know how long she had been on Coruscant. All I knew was she was given a high security clearance and the power to pick the troopers she wanted. I can't talk about our missions, but I have served as an escort for her on and off for the last 13 months."
I hope that is enough to satisfy his curiosity. I call to Moteé to stop shooting and run through some more breathing exercises, focusing on pulling the trigger on the held breath or the exhale, at the very least.
"Moteé is one of our newer handmaidens, so she was chosen first because of her looks, second because of her fighting skills," he says. "A more experienced handmaiden was recently let go."
He pauses, and then says, "So, you've worked with Lt. Cmdr. Oneida for over a year. That's a long time. I realize that you can't talk specifically about your missions, of course, but does she work with Cmdr. Andros often? In general... does she seem to enjoy her work?"
To be continues
Read Captain Typho’s view here
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Range Duty with the Naboo
Earlier in the day before the Lt. Cmdr’s call.
I have been assigned range duty for the week. I will be training non-clones in the use of several weapons of the G.A.R. As I review the week's rooster I notice that the Naboo Security office will be sending over a contingent, including the head of Security Captain Typho.
Well, this should make for an interesting morning.
I had requested a supply officer show up early so I could look over the weapons and to work with me on prepping the range. I was a little surprised when the Captain showed up.
"TK 266, Sir. I'll be your range master today," I snapped "I was expecting your supply officer, though."
"I was up and decided she could use a sleep in," the captain smiled. He looked tired and a little distracted. "Well, let's get started then."
I inform Captain Typho that there is a dispenser with Naboo caf for him and his personnel. He perks up and heads over the get a mug.
After finishing his caf Captain Typho tells me about a small wager he has with the Corellians. I smile and say we would make sure his men would get any extra help they wanted. The Corellians annoy me, though I am not supposed to think that.
"Do you have another name, TK 266? I think a friend of mine mentioned you're called TAK. Would you mind if I use that name?" the captain asked little uneasily.
Just as uneasily I told him it would be okay.
For the next two hours we spend the time making sure there is enough ammo breaking down each weapon twice, cleaning them, checking the sights and accuracy and making sure all safety measures are in place.
Captain Typho asked me not to change the sight setting. I was a little confused at first because each weapon was a little different. He looked at me sternly and told me his soldiers were not "built to spec," while tapping his eye patch.
That actually got a small laugh from me. He seems like a solider I could get to like. Very different from the person I watched on *Big Brother: Naboo.* He does seem a little distracted though.
The rest of the Naboo show up on time, much different from the Corellians.
An excellent way to start the program in my book.
I begin the instruction. "Today you will be learning to use the DC-15A Blaster Rifle and the DC-15S Blaster Carbine. While these weapons do not have the grace or style of the standard Naboo weapon, you will see they have greater fire power and much better stopping power. Some of you have Special Forces training and will work with the DC-17m. The DC-17m is a versatile weapon that can be used as a standard blaster, sniper rifle, or an anti-armor weapon..."
I continue the rest of the lesson on auto-pilot, observing Captain Typho whose mind seems somewhere else.
After the lecture, the groups learns how to field strip the weapons and by the mid morning they are on the firing range. Two of the Nabooan are having trouble on the sighting range.
Captain Typho comes up to me during the firing range exercise. "I've got a few team members who need some extra help," He started "I'd like to change the targets."
"Could we replace that outline with one of a battle droid? They might be more comfortable with this. We do things a little differently on Naboo."
To be continues
Read Captain Typho’s view here
I have been assigned range duty for the week. I will be training non-clones in the use of several weapons of the G.A.R. As I review the week's rooster I notice that the Naboo Security office will be sending over a contingent, including the head of Security Captain Typho.
Well, this should make for an interesting morning.
I had requested a supply officer show up early so I could look over the weapons and to work with me on prepping the range. I was a little surprised when the Captain showed up.
"TK 266, Sir. I'll be your range master today," I snapped "I was expecting your supply officer, though."
"I was up and decided she could use a sleep in," the captain smiled. He looked tired and a little distracted. "Well, let's get started then."
I inform Captain Typho that there is a dispenser with Naboo caf for him and his personnel. He perks up and heads over the get a mug.
After finishing his caf Captain Typho tells me about a small wager he has with the Corellians. I smile and say we would make sure his men would get any extra help they wanted. The Corellians annoy me, though I am not supposed to think that.
"Do you have another name, TK 266? I think a friend of mine mentioned you're called TAK. Would you mind if I use that name?" the captain asked little uneasily.
Just as uneasily I told him it would be okay.
For the next two hours we spend the time making sure there is enough ammo breaking down each weapon twice, cleaning them, checking the sights and accuracy and making sure all safety measures are in place.
Captain Typho asked me not to change the sight setting. I was a little confused at first because each weapon was a little different. He looked at me sternly and told me his soldiers were not "built to spec," while tapping his eye patch.
That actually got a small laugh from me. He seems like a solider I could get to like. Very different from the person I watched on *Big Brother: Naboo.* He does seem a little distracted though.
The rest of the Naboo show up on time, much different from the Corellians.
An excellent way to start the program in my book.
I begin the instruction. "Today you will be learning to use the DC-15A Blaster Rifle and the DC-15S Blaster Carbine. While these weapons do not have the grace or style of the standard Naboo weapon, you will see they have greater fire power and much better stopping power. Some of you have Special Forces training and will work with the DC-17m. The DC-17m is a versatile weapon that can be used as a standard blaster, sniper rifle, or an anti-armor weapon..."
I continue the rest of the lesson on auto-pilot, observing Captain Typho whose mind seems somewhere else.
After the lecture, the groups learns how to field strip the weapons and by the mid morning they are on the firing range. Two of the Nabooan are having trouble on the sighting range.
Captain Typho comes up to me during the firing range exercise. "I've got a few team members who need some extra help," He started "I'd like to change the targets."
"Could we replace that outline with one of a battle droid? They might be more comfortable with this. We do things a little differently on Naboo."
To be continues
Read Captain Typho’s view here
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Lt. Cmdr. Calls An Exterminator
I am on the Range with the Naboo Security Force when my come link goes off, informing me of an incoming message. I check the message. It is from the Lt. Cmdr
"TK266, this is Lt. Cmdr Oneida, I need you to find a EO1988 as well as a JS22 replacement part for the local command post. I only need one right now. Thanks. Let me know when you can do that."
Something is up. The Lt. Cmdr usually goes out of her way to call me Tak. By asking for the E01988 and JS22 parts, I knew something big was up.
I excuse my self from the Naboo Security Chief, Captain Typho and make my way to the Lt. Cmdr’s office.
The Day Watch officer inquires what I am doing, since I have range duty. I show him the message and he let me by with a mutter comment about “pampered Navy staff”.
Once in the office I find the two small pieces of equipment the Lt. Cmdr requested. Both are used for ultra-sensitive listening devises. The items are not usually removed from base with out formal authorization. I hide the items in my boots and grab a E01988 and JS22 replacement parts.
I call the Lt. Cmdr from the com station in her office and leave a message.
“Lt. Cmdr Oneida, I have retrieved the E01998 and the JS22 parts you requested. I will sign out with the duty officer and deliver the parts within the hour. TK266 out.”
I see the duty office and head out in to the city. I am nervous, but not because I am carrying contraband. I want to know why the Lt. Cmdr needs these items.
I nodded to the Lt. Cmdr. put the replacement parts on the table. I pulled the two bug sweepers out of my boots and tossed one to the Lt. Cmdr.
“How was your morning Lt. Cmdr?” I said in a neutral voice. I began scanning the room. You would not believe the morning I had. No offence, but some of your fellow Nabooan just don’t know their weapons. One guy kept calling the DS-15A the DS 15-D. I me come on they are as different as night and day” I give a little laugh
I continue to scan, while trying to read Oneida’s reaction. She is focused on the scanning, but gives me a hand signal to continue.
“Captain Cordilia got me confused with E775, again. And you know how funny He and I think that is. Captain Cordila has worked with us for 7 months now and still can’t tell us apart.”
As I continue my sweep, I pass the bedroom. I try not to pause, but I do notice that there is bedding in the closet. Damm, Jardina must really be spooked.
Jardina listened to me prattle on about inanities of recent base life, as we continued to scan the room. She says something about confused officer and Sullustans.
I chuckled lightly at her comment. She put down her scanner and wrote a note and held it up. Her frustration was high as I read the note:
‘I know there is something in here, I just don't know what. Doesn't appear on normal scanners. Gran? Tethian? New Tech possibly?
And why the *%@#!!! is it in my apartment?'
In a calms voice she asks me if I would like a drink.
My scanner detected something. It was a listen devise, no visual. I motioned to Jardina: two fingers to my eye and a negative head shake a tap to my ear with a positive nod. Then another appeared and another. As I made my way closer to her room several more pop up on the scanner. This was a lot more than I expected to find. I held up five fingers.
“Yes, Lt. Cmdr. I would appreciate a drink. I’ll just have water, though.”
I pinpoint the first devise, a wafer thing painted into the wall. Well that was cleverer then what I would have done.
As I took the glass of water from Jardina, the sensor lights up again.
“I had range duty today, Lt. Cmdr. I helped the Naboo security force become accustomed to G.A.R. weaponry. We are working with many of the senate security forces to bring them up to speed. I meet Captain Typho, your friend from Big Brother:Naboo. He is an excellent solider.”
I show the scanner to Jardina and point to her military ID. I continue to scan her clothing.
I point to the bedroom closet and make my way into the room. The voorpaks scamper away as I cross the room. Jardina stands at the door, looking angrier by the minute.
Read from Lt. Cmdr. Oneida’s view here.
To Be Continued
"TK266, this is Lt. Cmdr Oneida, I need you to find a EO1988 as well as a JS22 replacement part for the local command post. I only need one right now. Thanks. Let me know when you can do that."
Something is up. The Lt. Cmdr usually goes out of her way to call me Tak. By asking for the E01988 and JS22 parts, I knew something big was up.
I excuse my self from the Naboo Security Chief, Captain Typho and make my way to the Lt. Cmdr’s office.
The Day Watch officer inquires what I am doing, since I have range duty. I show him the message and he let me by with a mutter comment about “pampered Navy staff”.
Once in the office I find the two small pieces of equipment the Lt. Cmdr requested. Both are used for ultra-sensitive listening devises. The items are not usually removed from base with out formal authorization. I hide the items in my boots and grab a E01988 and JS22 replacement parts.
I call the Lt. Cmdr from the com station in her office and leave a message.
“Lt. Cmdr Oneida, I have retrieved the E01998 and the JS22 parts you requested. I will sign out with the duty officer and deliver the parts within the hour. TK266 out.”
I see the duty office and head out in to the city. I am nervous, but not because I am carrying contraband. I want to know why the Lt. Cmdr needs these items.
I nodded to the Lt. Cmdr. put the replacement parts on the table. I pulled the two bug sweepers out of my boots and tossed one to the Lt. Cmdr.
“How was your morning Lt. Cmdr?” I said in a neutral voice. I began scanning the room. You would not believe the morning I had. No offence, but some of your fellow Nabooan just don’t know their weapons. One guy kept calling the DS-15A the DS 15-D. I me come on they are as different as night and day” I give a little laugh
I continue to scan, while trying to read Oneida’s reaction. She is focused on the scanning, but gives me a hand signal to continue.
“Captain Cordilia got me confused with E775, again. And you know how funny He and I think that is. Captain Cordila has worked with us for 7 months now and still can’t tell us apart.”
As I continue my sweep, I pass the bedroom. I try not to pause, but I do notice that there is bedding in the closet. Damm, Jardina must really be spooked.
Jardina listened to me prattle on about inanities of recent base life, as we continued to scan the room. She says something about confused officer and Sullustans.
I chuckled lightly at her comment. She put down her scanner and wrote a note and held it up. Her frustration was high as I read the note:
‘I know there is something in here, I just don't know what. Doesn't appear on normal scanners. Gran? Tethian? New Tech possibly?
And why the *%@#!!! is it in my apartment?'
In a calms voice she asks me if I would like a drink.
My scanner detected something. It was a listen devise, no visual. I motioned to Jardina: two fingers to my eye and a negative head shake a tap to my ear with a positive nod. Then another appeared and another. As I made my way closer to her room several more pop up on the scanner. This was a lot more than I expected to find. I held up five fingers.
“Yes, Lt. Cmdr. I would appreciate a drink. I’ll just have water, though.”
I pinpoint the first devise, a wafer thing painted into the wall. Well that was cleverer then what I would have done.
As I took the glass of water from Jardina, the sensor lights up again.
“I had range duty today, Lt. Cmdr. I helped the Naboo security force become accustomed to G.A.R. weaponry. We are working with many of the senate security forces to bring them up to speed. I meet Captain Typho, your friend from Big Brother:Naboo. He is an excellent solider.”
I show the scanner to Jardina and point to her military ID. I continue to scan her clothing.
I point to the bedroom closet and make my way into the room. The voorpaks scamper away as I cross the room. Jardina stands at the door, looking angrier by the minute.
Read from Lt. Cmdr. Oneida’s view here.
To Be Continued
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Rebel Scum Think They Are So Cool.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
LGS: Mirror, Mirror
A mirror universe. What an interesting conundrum this will pose.What will a opposite version of me be like?
I have always thought of we clones as neutral; following order, never thinking of the cause or consequences of our action. All those decisions are made by other and we just march to the beat we are given.
Click here to find out the rest of the story.
I have always thought of we clones as neutral; following order, never thinking of the cause or consequences of our action. All those decisions are made by other and we just march to the beat we are given.
Click here to find out the rest of the story.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Corellian Special Forces vs. G.A.R. Trooper
I had been assigned to travel with two Corellians Special forces personel on a shuttle back to their ship.
Being that it was going to be a long flight, the Corellians took off their boots and stretched out. I was invited to do the same.
Just after take-off, one of the Corellinans said, "I think I'll get up and get a Jawa-Juice."
"No problem," I offered, trying to get on their good side, "I'll get it for you." While I was gone, the Corellian picked up my boot and spit in it.
When I returned with the Jawa-Juice, the other Corellian said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too."
Again, I obligingly went to fetch it and while I was gone, the second Corellian picked up the other boot and spit in it.
I returned and we all sat back and enjoyed the rest of the flight.
As the shuttle was landing, I slipped my feet into my boots and knew immediately what had happened. The Corellians began to chuckle.
"How long must this go on?" I asked. "This fighting between our groups? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in boots and peeing in Jawa-Juice?"
Being that it was going to be a long flight, the Corellians took off their boots and stretched out. I was invited to do the same.
Just after take-off, one of the Corellinans said, "I think I'll get up and get a Jawa-Juice."
"No problem," I offered, trying to get on their good side, "I'll get it for you." While I was gone, the Corellian picked up my boot and spit in it.
When I returned with the Jawa-Juice, the other Corellian said, "That looks good, I think I'll have one too."
Again, I obligingly went to fetch it and while I was gone, the second Corellian picked up the other boot and spit in it.
I returned and we all sat back and enjoyed the rest of the flight.
As the shuttle was landing, I slipped my feet into my boots and knew immediately what had happened. The Corellians began to chuckle.
"How long must this go on?" I asked. "This fighting between our groups? This hatred? This animosity? This spitting in boots and peeing in Jawa-Juice?"
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