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[Freebuild: Coruscant] Part XV-I – Hit And Run
Cody Startale posted a topic in Nar Eurbrikka Archive
Hello there! As I sat the last episode out, I still have to update my story progress to catch up with the events for the new episode, so I'll make way for that now with the release of this new freebuild and the latest part in my ongoing story about Cody Startale. If you like my comic-style narrative, feel free to plow through my previously released chapters for a sense of continuity: Episode 0 – The Introduction Episode XII – Den Of The Dragon XII-I – Sowing The Seed Episode XIII – Quantum Of Sunrise XIII-I - Quite A Mercenary Episode XIV - Day Of The Spectacle Part XIV-I – Welcome To The Rebellion Episode XV – Top Of The Class The last time we saw our protagonists, they were entangled in the ferocious sky battle over Coruscant and Prince Xizor's demise seemed mere minutes away... Please judge, and C&C is always very welcome. You will probably see that with this episode, even more focus than usual was on photography and storytelling, so let me know how that worked out. -
"Agent VK-318, Imperial Security Bureau, Enforcement Division, reporting to the ISD Avenger as ordered. I understand my orders have arrived?" "Yes, Agent. Please report to your quarters - the debriefing packet is located on your terminal." "Yes, sir. For the Empire!"
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Hello everyone! I don't know if I'm allowed to make a topic that's not about a SoNE build. If I am not supposed to I'm sorry. But… I created the Shadows of Nar Eurbrikka Wiki! Could everyone go and help fill in some SoNE stuff? Thanks in advance! VaderFan2187
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Hi everyone! For my Shadows of Nar Eurbrikka avatar, I created this character: What do you all think?
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After my dust-up on Fondor, I decided that a new outfit was in order for my next mission. It didn't matter much what, so long as it didn't scream "IMPERIAL!" at the top of its lungs. Rather than waste time with the tedious process of requisitioning an outfit from the Scout Service supplies, I raided the wardrobe of the Avenger Enlisted Drama Club. A few minutes work and I had a get-up that, if somewhat lacking in protective material, was certainly less obvious than my armor. I was deployed to a barren region of Ord Mantell, a desert whose once-fertile soil had been ruined by toxic fluids that leached from the debris deposited here decades ago. Streams ran here and there, and the temperature was not intolerably hot, but there was hardly a plant to be seen anywhere. There were Rebels, though. And, unfortunately, they didn't really care whether I was an Imperial, a bounty hunter, or a bit of shriveled bush that had gotten tired of the place where it was growing. The opened fire, and of course I returned the favor. The Rebel training regimen is not especially effective, I think. I was easily able to down one Rebel as I approached their position behind an old thruster pylon, and the other fled after sparing a shot for a bundle lying under the large wing that was propped up as a sort of sunshade. I finished off the other Rebel, then went to investigate. The bundle was in fact a body. A Mandalorian, though fortunately (or perhaps not so fortunately) he was not Boba Fett. He still bore a thank-you note, one of the many notes that the Avenger was distributing and carrying, trying to get them to the elusive Fett. But his hands were in binders, with the gauntlets removed. As were his fingers. A pool of blood was gathered on the hard, sandy ground, and severed fingers lay steeping in the dark fluid. Close by lay the tool with which this mutilation had been done: a large wire-cutters whose blades were crusted with blood. I studied the bodies around me grimly. Torture, then. There could be no other explanation. The Rebels had caught one of our messengers, perhaps the contact obtained by Behemoth, and had sought to torture him into revealing Fett's location. And when I arrived on the scene, they sought to silence the poor fellow by killing him. And, whether for good or ill, they had succeeded, and put the man out of his considerable misery. There was no opportunity to bury him, and I had not the tools. Neither could I have buried the Rebels if I had wanted too, though I didn't. Killing in battle is one thing, and some defend it as an entirely moral and ethical action. But torture is something else. Whatever the officers may do, no soldier who tortures a prisoner is worthy of the name of warrior, and by the unwritten code of war his life is forfeit to any who may capture him. Let these two rot, and their flesh be devoured by flies; it would be a fitting end for such Rebel scum. But my encounter with these scoundrels was not entirely unproductive. The Rebels had dropped their datapad. And even without taking the time to search it carefully, I could plainly see that it contained a trove of potentially useful intelligence. Nothing to win a war with, to be sure. But we would give the Rebels a hot time of it now. So, despite my distaste at the scene I had just discovered, I was smiling when I left the spot to return to the rendezvous point. OoC: I made some modifications, after receiving the posted advice from MstrOfPppts, BEAVeR, and others. The original should be in spoiler tags below.
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So what does this make me, mail-delivery specialist? Add to that that the best way to find Boba Fett is to find his ship, the Slave I. Normally, this would be a great idea and really rather simple, once you know which planet he's on, and we did, more or less. But finding a ship on Fondor is a challenge akin to finding a Jawa on Tatooine. It's the proverbial "needle in a haystack." So, instead of trying to find Fett's ship, I've opted to look for the man himself. That's why I'm wandering around the back streets of Fondor, trying to find one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy ... and give him a thank-you card. Pathetic, no? Oh, and did I mention, the Rebels are looking for him to? Probably for a reason other than giving him thank-you notes. At least, some of them are. I really must try to find out how it is that Rebels can slip so easily past our customs system. And evidently not all Rebels are very attached to their mission, since these three came out of a grungy casino, proceeded by the odor of hard liquor. The clone armies crafted by the Kaminoans were given pure white armor as a symbol of their fearlessness. The white was a challenge to the enemy, since by its high visibility it insinuated that the enemy lacked the skill to hit even the most obvious targets. These Rebels wasted no time in taking that challenge. But they were, I judge, green recruits, and quite inebriated, while I am a combat-seasoned fighter and stone-cold sober. Final score: Rebs 0, Volker 3. Two of them would have their hangover headaches somewhat amplified thanks to my armored fists, and one might well never wake up at all. I didn't take the time to set for stun. Now. Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was trying to find Fett. OoC: I made some modifications, after receiving posted advice from BEAVeR, MstrOfPppts, and others. The original post should be in spoiler tags below. Edited 9-26-14 to correct a typo (proverbial for provervial) and adjust a too-small font size.
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It's always a good sign when my commanders take the time to find out what "enlisted specialist" means. I knew things were starting to look up when I got picked for Operation NOSECONE. First, some background. In the weeks and months following the Battle of Hoth, the Rebel Alliance launched a breakout attempt targeting the Imperial prison facility on the planet Sullust. Imperial resistance proved stronger than they had expected, and what had evidently been intended as a hit-and-run mission turned into a knock-down, drag-out battle for control of the facility. As Rebels flocked to the assault from the neighboring systems, the Avenger was posted to provide reinforcements for the beleaguered defenders. Our position was strong; an Imperial Star Destroyer carries enough troops to subjugate most star systems, and while we would not have access to our vehicular weapons platforms, we would still have the rebels heavily outnumbered. The difficulty would be communications; specifically maintaining contact with the Avenger and coordinating our efforts with her fleet and the forces acting outside the prison. For that, we would need a secure communication channel. The prison was quite old, and a communications encryption module had been installed in a hidden bunker in a small, sandy valley on the surface, far from known lava flows, to communicate with the outside and (via secure cables) with the prison underground. The Rebels had seized that module, and the first step in Captain Erdbeereis and Commander Brickdoctor's plan to retake the prison was to regain control of this communications facility. Since it had been retrofitted on the surface of the planet, there was no entrance from the rest of the base; we would have to get in by the main surface entrance of the small, shielded bunker. My job was simple. I was supposed to open the door. A few well-placed directional charges, set off at same time, took down the door without giving the Rebels inside the slightest notice of what was going on outside until the door came apart. One of the Rebels was knocked back by the force of the explosion, and all of them were caught completely by surprise as we burst in. Our captain burst in, and I was right behind him. This was fortunate, because the Rebels had posted a guard just inside the door, to the right. He was a little quicker to react than his companions, and as I entered the bunker the barrel of his weapon was rising quickly. There was no time to aim and shoot. I shoved myself in front of him and struck the Rebel with the butt of my pistol, and he fell without a sound. Finally, the Rebels began to react, but by this time most of us were already inside. The rebels fought bravely ... ... but two of their number had already fallen, and by now they were hopelessly outnumbered. In a few seconds, it was all over. Suddenly, I heard rapid footsteps behind me. We all whirled around to see the man whom I had clubbed sprinting out of the open door and across the sand. In the heat of battle there had of course been no time to be sure that he was dead. In a firefight, one does not waste shots on people who aren't pointing their weapons at you. We fired at the Rebel, but he quickly disappeared behind the rocks and escaped. It didn't matter. We had accomplished our objective, and the Empire would settle accounts with him later. We cleared away the bodies and the damaged droid and propped the door up again, held up as a barricade by the two heavy fuel cylinders that fed the bunker's backup power supply beneath our feet. The final tally was: one stormtrooper dead, six alive and uninjured; one Rebel escaped and five dead. With the station thus secure, the engineering specialists who formed part of our team began transmitting the first signals from our newly-recaptured facility. "Come in Base One, come in Avenger, this is Communications Station 109-E. Mission accomplished."
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Hi all- Since I joined SoNE I decided to give a bit of a backstory to my character. Here it is: After the closure of the Clone Wars, Mar, Rane, Smith, and Tix (sorry for the crazy names) felt their duty was done. Smith realized they were being used. They weren't getting their rights as humans. So they determined to strike out on their own, take down the Empire and set their brothers free. So they deserted. After procuring their old armor from an Imperial base, they departed to the mid-outer rim and built their own. Here is a small guard-house: That's all for now. One of my first MOC posts! Bye. --fmmmlee--- P.S. Sorry for the bad backgrounds and pic quality. Can't exceed 100 kb, and I don't have really good background materials. P.P.S. Oh, yes, should this go in the main SW Forum because it's a freebuild? I've heard about freebuilds being in Watto's Junkyard, though. Clue me in.
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Hi- Today I'm posting a new 1-seat walker. Here it is with the cockpit open: Smith and Tix created this walker out of parts after their gunship crashed on their planet in the outer rim. They're going to use it to return to base. ---fmmmlee--- P.S. My photo studio was a roll of butcher paper, a table, and a smartphone!
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Yes, the Galactic Empire has committed atrocities, but what government hasn't? The Empire provides a stable political and commercial environment for her citizens, and that is something worth fighting for. That's why I joined the Imperial Armed Forces. I didn't join because I particularly liked the work, or because I had any particular respect for the way the army is administrated. I have even less respect for that aspect of the organization now. I squandered a few years of my youth prospecting in the Outer Rim, and in so doing I learned a great deal about the use, abuse, and value of explosives.It was enough to enlist as a demolitions specialist when I joined a new battalion being formed on my homeworld of Correlia. At the time, I was proud to see the title there, on my ID cards: Vladimir Volker, Operating Number VK-318, Enlisted Specialist. I am rather less proud of it now. I was quickly transferred out of that battalion and into a unit that had no need of an explosives expert, so the "enlisted specialist" became more or less meaningless. What it meant now was that if a job came up that nobody was stupid enough or brave enough to volunteer for, I got picked. Take my first deployment. Following an attempted escape on the original Death Star battle station, we were deployed to help accelerate the completion of that vessel. But do you think I got a security-guard posting? Oh, no. Not even a heavy-equipment operator. Guess what I drew. Tech support. It didn't take me long to get bored out of my mind. It's not to hard to see why. For one thing, I don't know what species they had in mind when they designed those computer terminals, but as far I as can figure they must have been built for Wookiees. The chairs were no good, either; they felt like sitting on a slab of sheet metal. And you would think that the troopers who got assigned to drive, say, a hovercrane, would have some idea how to power it up every morning, but nope. I had to tell one specific soldier how to do that every morning. Every. Single. Morning. But, hey, that's what I enlisted for. I stayed there for a few months, then they started drawing down the extra troopers. I was redeployed for my next assignment about a week and a half before the Battle of Yavin. Pretty good timing, I think. My first free build done! I would like this judged, please (Looks like I forgot to put a commlink back after removing minifigs.) (Again, no commlink. ) I attempted to construct the signature Death Star wall pattern from memory in in a way that I could build with the parts available to me, and I think I actually did pretty well. Anyway, here's my first free build. Enjoy! Edited Wednesday the fifth of March to correct grammar.
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Yup, that's me. Today, I'm not a specialist. I'm a scout. My job is to watch a disused road. Steel Tiger, Fuppylodders, and myself have been placed at the disposal of Officers VeR and An, and we are standing guard on the three main approaches to a ruined site where, An suspects, Boba can be found. Once we found the ruins, I rode my speederbike down the road and hid it in a cornfield. I would need something to conceal the bright blue formal livery of the Scout Service. In the last few months, many of our regular bikes had been damaged or destroyed, so we were having to deploy these seldom-used, formal conveyances. I had had to smash some corn in order to get in, but I wasn't too concerned. After all, rodents would do more damage to this harvest than my bike. My concern was to stay hidden and watch the road. After all, it was in part due to the intelligence I had gathered on Ord Mantell that we were out here, searching these ruins. If anyone would find Boba, it would be VeR and An. I would wait, and watch. Sooner or later, I would be promoted, and someone else would be standing guard while I did the hard work. Until then, I had a job to do.
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After the grueling action of the last several weeks, the long stint over Endor was a blessing to the crew of the Avenger. Finally there was time for a little R&R. And finally HR had time to look after shellshocked troopers. Only trouble was, they were a little low on men. So, guess who get picked to lend a hand. Me, of course. VK-318, enlisted psychiatric specialist. Whatever. I'm not entirely sure how much help I was, but this duty stint did do to great things for me. First, it gave me the opportunity to sit down in a comfortable chair. And second, it gave me a lot of time to think about the war. But not as much time as my last patient seems to have had. Officer VeR had plenty to talk about, and thankfully HR doesn't like to bug psychiatric sessions, since doing so tends to be counterproductive. And me? What do I think? Good question. VeR and I, I discovered, have more in common than one might at first suspect. Like him, I detest the cost of this war, both in lives and property lost and suffering caused to all whom it touches. But there, I think, the resemblance ends. While VeR seems to seek escape from the war, I long ago realized that the war would not end unless someone made it end. To make it end would require fighting. I am not a raving fan of the Empire. There can be little doubt that it is heavy-handed, intolerant, and indiscriminate. But it is also efficient, durable, and consistent, and for the galaxy to recover from this war it will need that kind of leadership. While I can respect the democratic ideals espoused by the Rebel Alliance, the Republic they seek to restore was bureaucratic, sluggish, internally divided, and short-sighted. Those traits will never lead to a quick recovery. So I fight for the Empire. And I do, indeed, fight. VeR's inaction, while understandable, in the end will do his cause no good. He must choose a side. And I hope, for the sake of the galaxy, that this talented and, if he so chooses, dangerous man chooses to fight for the Empire. OoC: After wading through several of BEAVeR's philosophical musings, I felt the need to give an answer. I have great respect for BEAVeR's building ability, and while I feel my character would not agree with BEAVeR's approach to the problem of war, this post should in no way be taken as an attack or condemnation. This is intended to be an idle dispute akin to BEAVeR and Goatman461's semi-collaborative build ideas.
