The Southern Hemisphere

Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:05 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*The outpost receives a message from Governor Kelborn telling the Firedancers to retreat to Tasjon and await further orders. The outpost is abandoned for now as the Firedancers returns to the city of Tasjon.*

Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:00 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*It is the first day of the Annual War Games. The newly recruited riflemen have just finished their basic training and are now ready for some real action. The War Games are organised and managed by Firedancer Siva. Just outside Tasjon 10,000 riflemen and 500 Echani Firedancers have gathered to polish their skills as well as try out the new inventions that soon will form the backbone for the Imperial Army.*

=Firedancer Siva=
I welcome you all. These, the first Annual War Games, mark the beginning but also a retreat to ancient Echani Traditions. It marks the beginning of a new Golden Era for the Echani Empire.

*The riflemen are divided into groups of 20, each group lead by one Firedancer and each group gets a Kali Fire Droid. All Firedancers are equipped with Tank Body Armor and all riflemen are equipped with Echani Battle Armor and either DC-16a rifles or DC-16s rifles. The groups then takes the rest of the day to familiarise themselves with the new equipment.*

Wed Jun 03, 2009 4:11 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*As the War Games enter the second day a heavy rain starts falling from a dark sky. The War Games goes on however, giving the soldiers a opportunity to train in a harsher terrain. The muddy ground beneath their feet makes it hard to move and to reload their Kali Fire Droids but it has to be done. 20,000 missiles are launched creating a devastating explosion a few kilometres away. The droids are then reloaded and the action continues.*

Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:52 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*As the last day of the War Games is finished with a great exercise with the Tank Body Armor, the soldiers in the Echani Imperial Army finally gets a few hours of rest. During the War Games they have familiarised themselves with their new equipment as well as Echani military tactics. The peace lasts however only for a few hours before Firedancer Maraya receives a message from Zor Kelborn.*

=Zor Kelborn=
:: Firedancer Maraya, this is Governor Kelborn. We have received a distress signal from a South Corulag Trading Company fleet near Yoggoy. The inhabitants of the planet are in grave danger and in need of our help. I want you to assemble a force of 5,000 riflemen and the needed Firedancers to lead them. Then travel to Yoggoy using the 1st SCTC trading fleets ships and see if you can aid the planet. This will be a good way to end the War Games. Do not disappoint me. Over and out. ::

*Maraya does not quite understand why the Echani Empire has decided to intervene but he does as he is ordered and dispatch a message to all soldiers and Firedancers. As soon as the ships arrive they are ready to go.*

Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:08 am by South Corulag Trading Company

*The 2nd trade fleet of the South Corulag Trading Company arrives at the scene of the War Games. The Elias-class cargo barges lands near the camp.*

=Captain Harald=
:: Firedancer Maraya, we are ready for departure when you are. ::

Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:11 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*Firedancer Maraya enters the cargo barges together with 5,000 Riflemen and the 250 Firedancers that are leading the groups. They also bring 100 Kali Fire Droids with them.*

=Firedancer Maraya=
:: We are ready to leave. Let’s get this show on the road. ::

Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:13 am by South Corulag Trading Company

*The 2nd trading fleet leaves as soon as all soldiers and all the equipment is loaded.*

=Captain Harald=
:: I agree. Let's go! ::

*They head straight to orbit.*

Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:53 am by Ember of Vahl Monk

*The remaining Firedancers and Riflemen head back to the city as the War Games are over. The games has been a success, giving the soldiers much knowledge of their new equipment and urban warfare.*

Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:32 pm by Rrowv Breen

*Over every radio and receiver on the planet a message from the Imperium Main battle fleet begins to repeat over and over*
:: Citizens of Corulag! We have come to remove the brutal dictatorship you have lived under all this time! The Enchani Republic never gave up on you and the Imperium will fight along side them to secure your freedom! Join us and help us overthrow the brutality you have lived under for so long!!. ::

Fri Sep 25, 2009 2:03 pm by 102nd Bravo

(see curamelle board)

Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:03 am by Preston Blightseeker

*Sleep is indeed a luxury that most people cannot afford these days. It remains a luxury for the young man lying on the ground surrounded by strange fauna. Sleep smothers his thoughts like a mother wrapping her child in warm cloth. It is a peaceful and comforting fortress moving along the serene sounds of nature. He can hear the leaves rustling and the small creatures stirring. This deep into the wilderness, no one can hear the roaring boom of starships and the hum of many speeders. Like a natural orchestra, the forest goes along with the otherworldly dream the young man has. It is beautiful but simple. And Preston Blightseeker hates every single minute of it. Using every bit of mental strength, he forcibly yanks his spirit from the after-lullaby that was his sleep and opens his eyes to see just where the hell he is now.

*He sits up and shakes off the cobwebs loitering his mind.* He doesn't strech but feels that his body has not been active for a some time now. Not being able to remember how he got here, he could, however, place that he has been here between a couple of days to a week from the look of his clothes. Gone is his coat, but he never uses it during jobs. A job. Preston reaches a bit further this time to remember but comes short; his last memory was about what he had for breakfast the day he accepted the job. He knows he was on the job but he can not seem to recall anything else. He can't remember the client's face or his(or her) name. There is no memory of what the job was either.*He reaches behind him to feel the cold steel of his rapier's hilt behind buckled to his belt.* What was he doing? And where is he?

Now Mr. Blightseeker likes to amuse himself with memory games on an ordinary working day from his high-rise on Coruscant. But this is not an ordinary day. He is not in his high-rise office. And this is certainly not Coruscant.
*He stands up, trying to recall some basic planetary biology so that he could pick a direction in order to get himself to civilization and starts walking.*

His body is groggy. His eyes are not yet sharp. His movements are slower than usual. Preston does not like peaceful sleep and now someone is going to meet his blade for making him experience it.* *He smiles. For the thought of killing for such a petty reason tickles his fancy.*

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