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 Post Posted: Wed, January 17th 2007 12:30am    Post subject:
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”Everyone we are heading to Korriban, prep your gear, check your ammo, all armor is to be inspected for any indiscrepancies. Warm up the Panzers and TX tanks."

Time to suit up. Brent set his knife aside and stood at his full 1.98 meters, weighing in at 122.5 kilograms. He was easily the largest DT-IV, larger than the Captain himself. Stronger, too. He stretched and ran down towards the armory. When he arrived, he nodded to the other troops there, then he began the arduous process of donning the armor. It took a while.

Afterwards, heard the suit activated. It formed perfectly to Brent’s body. The climate controlled heated, cooled, then regulated to his body temperature. The shields flickered to life and the diagnostic began.

Shields: 100%
Motion Tracker: Fully Operational
Heads Up Display: Fully Operational
Energy Blades: Fully Charged
Refractive Armor Plating Integrity: 100%
On-Board Medical System: Functioning Normally
Micro-Reactor Core: Operating at Peak Efficiency

Health moniters, the motion sensor, and a targetting reticle appeared as the suit status indicators faded. All that remained was the shield indicator as a fully charged bar. He began the motions of moving his suit. Its own diagnostics told him it was working, but he liked to know personally to see if there were any subtle changes from the last use. After he was satisfied that there were none, he armed himself: a BR-55, DL-44, and three thermal detonators. He grabbed the rifle and reached behind his back to secure it there. The rest of his weapons were attached to his hips.

He opened a COM channel to the DT-IV’s general chatter frequency and said, “Captain, all systems full operational and at peak efficiency. She’s as clean as a whistle, too, I might add, sir.”
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 Post Posted: Wed, January 24th 2007 08:04pm    Post subject:
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307 passed through the blast door leading to the armory and watched through a viewport as his brothers and sisters walked around-and sometimes over-the Panzers XT tanks in the hangar, checking them to see if there were any flaws at all. Instead of joining them downstairs, 307 moved over to the wall, where a large case twice as large as he was was hanging. He placed his gauntlet on a sensor pad, which compared the electronics in his glove to the ones in its memory.

Satisfied, the case opened, revealing several hundred kilos of plastic detonite, as well as various grenades, including ECDs, Thermal Detonators, Flash-Bangs, and Sticky Bombs. There were also dozens of frame charges and spools of thermal tape. 307 grabbed some of the detonite, a dozen of each grenade, two spools of thermal tape, and eight frame charges. He grabbed four sacks to carry them in and split them up, 10 kilos of detonite, three grenades of each type, and two frame charges in each bag.

In two of the bags-his and Blue Two's-he put a spool of thermal tape. Blue Two was the team's explosives expert. Three was the electronical whiz, and Four was the tactical specialist. He knew where to lay traps, where to ambush who, which kind of weapon to use for which kind of target.

And 307? He was the gunman. When in 'the zone', as some of the officers who'd seen him shoot called it, he could hit a half-credit chip while running from six kilometers away.

Grabbing the bags, he switched to the squad frequency. "Blue Team, meet me in the hangar bay in five. Grab your gear and check your armor systems again to be sure." With that, he left the armory for the hangar bay.
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 Post Posted: Sat, April 28th 2007 12:46pm    Post subject:
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307 met with the rest of Blue Team in the training hall. With their mission canceled, they needed some practice to sharpen their minds and prevent them from growing idle. He tapped his authorization code into the door panel, and with a click it whooshed open, revealing the holo-simulator inside. He strode through the doors, waited for Blue Team to enter, and typed another code into the keypad on the opposite end. The door clicked again and slid shut, locking itself. 307 entered in the code for "In Use", preventing anyone from accidentally stumbling in on them during their training exercise.

The room was pretty large on the inside, about twenty square meters wide and ten meterstall. In the center was a small holotable, much like the one in the main briefing room. Weapons lockers dominated the length of the right wall, with armaments ranging from standard-issue BR55 blaster rifles to projectile-launching S2 Sniper Rifles to HE frag grenades. 307 lifted an S2 and one of the rifles off the wall and clipped them to his armor's magnetic pads. They were all simulation weapons, of course, non-lethal, but they numbed anything that they hit. He took four frag grenades and a pair of mini-EMPs, also sims, as well as one of the frame charges from his satchel, which he had set down near the door.

Blue Two took a BR55, an oversized Cip-Quad blaster, and one of the massive PLX-2M missile launchers. She also took three reloads for the launcher, as well as several frag and ECD grenades. Blue Three preferred simple weapons, such as the BR55 and a pair of M6D pistols. He was a crack shot with the pistols, although he also took four mini-EMPs and a unique code-slicing datacard. Blue Four took no less than three plastic explosive mini-satchels, six fragmentation grenades, a rifle, a two frame charges.

307 looked his squad up and down. "Weight levels?" he asked.

"Optimal," the Blues answered. Good. They wouldn't be weighed down with too much firepower. He turned to the briefing console and tapped into its computer systems. "Training simulation Delta-R-48. Type, battlefield/infiltration. Early Galactic Civil War." The computer churned for a moment, then answered. "Code verified. Selecting training exercise within specified settings." Silence. "Training package selected. Location, Hoth System, sixth planet. Battle of Hoth, Galactic Empire vs. Rebel Alliance. Engaging combat holograms in five, four, three..."

Two. 307 unslung his S2 and prepared himself.

One. The rest of Blue team took out their preferred weapons and made ready.

Zero. The training room disappeared. An infinitely white landscape appeared ahead of Blue team. 307 could see massive quad-legged Imperial walkers engaging airborne speeders and Rebel ground troops. He sighted in on the one nearest him and gently squeezed the trigger. The Rebel went down with a solid round through his forehead, his comrades blinking in confusion.

307 signaled for Blue Team to move in. "Go, go, go!"

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OBJECTIVE TRACKER DOWNLOADING...

DOWNLOADING...

DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.


307 blinked twice to open his HUD's objective list. Each objective was handed down from the highest commanding officer on the planet, and was arranged by priority, from highest to lowest.

One. Capture or eliminate key rebel personnel.
Two. Disable force-shield generators guarding entrance to Rebel anti-orbital FCC.
Not the base shield in ESB, a simple force-field guarding the ion cannon.
Three. Provide support to main Imperial assault force.

CRACK! 307 blinked once and closed his objective list. A line of smoke connected Blue Two's position to what until recently had been a Rebel anti-infantry turret. It was now a smoldering crater four meters wide. He saw the reflection off her armor as she ran to switch positions, an obvious tactic to prevent the enemy from zeroing in on their position. he clicked his back teeth to open a channel to the Blues. "Regroup and head for Rally Point Alpha." A blinking red dot appeared near the forward command center on his terrain tracker. "We'll infiltrate the Rebel facility here." Anotherdot, this one blue, appeared at the entrance to the Rebel ion cannon. It was heavily guarded by several armed speeders, turrets, and soldiers. Easy.

307 heard a soft crunching noise behind him. He flung himself onto his chest and rolled, bringing his rifle to bear. A Rebel soldier yelled something incomprehensible at him and dove down the hill at him, firing. The shots from the outdated carbine he was toting simply boounced off of 307's shields, but he didn't want the idiot to pinpoint his position. He flicked his rifle over to shock mode and pulled the trigger. A dart smaller than his thumbnail shot from a secondary barrel underneath the muzzle of the rifle, carrying a small fibercable. It stuck into the Rebel's chest and he began convulsing as the dart sent waves of electricity through him, enough to put down a good-sized Wookiee.

He stopped vibrating and collapsed to the snowy plain. 307 considered killing him, but decided against it. He'd wasted enough time already incapacitating him. He should head for the rendezvous, link up with Blue Team.
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 Post Posted: Fri, August 10th 2007 11:55pm    Post subject:
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New orders had arrived aboard the Pillar of Winter. Fleet communications had come in and all priority codes were genuine. The Dark Trooper Phase IV company had orders, directly from one of the few Imperial officers that knew of their existence, and one of two capable of issuing them orders at all. Those orders required relocating the ship with her precious infantry cargo to another world. Her engines thrummed to life and began moving the ship out of orbit around Korriban.

On deck in the bridge, the captain and his crew were setting a routine protocol for the ship's secretive nature to hyper to the ship's new location at the edge of the system, cloak, and move in. Their orders were clear from there. The IVs were another matter. They were never designed for clear or simple tasks.

"For the moment, we are on amber status," the Captain said. Amber status meant action was anticipated soon. Every one of the brotherhood that was the Dark Trooper Phase IV program acknowledged the order and went to work preparing weapons, running out-of-suit diagonistics, and making modifications to suits of armor. Minute adjustments to sights to cleaning off a greave, every single warrior was readying for their final test before true graduation from training: active duty.

Each soldier was silent. None said a word. None made any unnecessary noise. It was what they were trained to do, bred to do, and literally born to do. Every single DT-IV in the quarters of that ship knew their exact role in any given mission and knew how to carry it out with surgical and deadly precision, unmatched in the Galaxy.

They were ready. They were on the move.

Pillar of Winter en route to Kuat
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 Post Posted: Tue, August 14th 2007 07:52pm    Post subject:
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Support struts creaked, and a loading ramp slowly descended to allow Scyntor entrance into the massive ship. Being greeted by the Captain of the squad, Scyntor returned the salute before shaking the mans hand. The hiss of pneumatics behind him mingled with the sound of the ships systems, lending a comforting air to him. Turning to Captain, his voice was low and with a current of venom that was undeniable.

"Captain, prepare your men and women for a black operation. Stealth is an absolute necessity. Your target is one of the most heavily guarded in the galaxy, but you already have all data pertaining to it. I need backup for what I am about to do, and you are the only ones I can trust to get the job done. You have three hours."

The Captain nodded, the modulated voice from within the helmet human, but with an electronic interference that seemed to bring the individuality out of the speech. "Understood, sir. What is our target?"

Scyntor turned towards the turbolift leading to the bridge, and stepped within the pod. About-facing, he looked the Captain in the eye visor, no trace of humor in his voice. "Your target, Captain, is the Supreme Moff's office in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant."

The doors hissed closed, and three minutes later the ship lifted off, once again disabling sensor networks in its wake. Leaving the massive orbital and system-wide shipyards, the prototype ship aligned itself with the Galactic Center, and a burst of realspace inversion took the ship into hyperspace.
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Brent - Lost a planet Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing... how embarrassing. says:
DT-IVs are MY pets
Dj (VIII is begining to piss me off.) says:
SCREW YOUR PETS!
Supreme Moff Ams Jendob says:
Indeed.
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 Post Posted: Sat, August 18th 2007 10:47am    Post subject:
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The Supreme Moff's office. Their target was Ams Jendob, director of the Intelligence branch. Surprising though it was, Lieutenant was now entirely focused on the operation at hand. This would actually be easier than other missions, as they had the layout of the Imperial Palace, as well as how many defenders it normally had on any given shift.

Lieutenant didn't waste time thinking about whether it was right or wrong. These were his orders, and he'd carry them out no matter what, even if other Imperials had to die. Anyone who saw the Dark Trooper IVs would die.

Captain had already set off to the other side of the ship, discussing logistics and tactics. Lieutenant would be brought into the discussions sooner or later, after he got the men prepped. Until then, though, he was in the dark. Still, the layout of the Palace was enough to decide the loadouts that most of the DT-IVs would use. G-10 Assault Rifles, and SE-10 Personal Defense Weapons. Some team members would be fitted with Golan Arms Flechette launchers, and a select few would carry Z-6 Rotary Cannons, and man portable rocket launchers.

This was going to be chaotic, and deadly. If they didn't hit hard and fast, ISB, IntelForce and the various other branches inside the Palace would be able to organize an effective defense, and possibly injure or kill his men. He wouldn't let that happen.

Looking back towards the gathered DT-IVs, he said, "Troopers! Gear up! I've designated the necessary load-outs for this mission. Get to the armory and suit up. We're about to hit the most heavily defended building in the galaxy!"
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 Post Posted: Sat, August 18th 2007 12:17pm    Post subject:
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The troops were all assembled before him, 144 of the most highly skilled and armed personnel in the entire Corps... and none but a chosen few were even aware of their existence. Of course, their target was one of those few, which made it easier for the mission at hand. Looking up at the Phase III Dark Trooper armor that had been prepared for him courtesy of the Catalyst, he looked out over the armed and armored individuals before him.

Twenty-two ranks of six and two ranks of five, with the Captain and Lieutenant standing immediately before him, were all awaiting his words with nearly infinite patience. He needed this to sound right, they were attacking and potentially killing at least one Imperial officer, and whether it was justified or not it still would take delicate maneuvering. His words were long in coming, and his voice was soft, echoing quietly through the hangar bay they were standing in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this mission is not one I ask lightly of you. I understand that the target, Supreme Moff Ams Jendob, is an officer of high rank and standing, and that he is the political figurehead of th e Empire at this point. If any of you wish to back out of this mission, no grudge will be held and no assumptions made about your loyalty either to the Empire or to your brethren."

Turning away he continued speaking, not wanting to know how many would choose to leave. His voice grew softer still, a lump rising in his throat as he considered the implications and potential consequences of his actions, including what could be his own death. "I believe the Stormtrooper Corps is under attack, and it is not an enemy our troops can fight. It is an enemy of political standpoint, of words and deceit, of which there is no weapon but more words and more deceit. As the Empire's elite soldiers you understand above all else, the Corps prides itself on its honesty and never looking back from any decisions made."

His eyes closed, the words difficult but still flowing smoothly from his lips. "Jendob's attention with IntelForce has culminated with the placement of a thousand troops on my flagship, on the fist of the Corps... the Genesis. Taking orders from Jendob, Colonel Alex Torr has succeeded on a mission to Iridonia that my men were fully capable of, and has proceeded to use our own resources to achieve his own ends. I can stand aside no longer, for my Stormtroopers face their dying days."

The words started coming with more conviction now, a trace of a quaver in the powerful man's voice, a fear of loosing the one thing that had kept him going over most of his life. "My brothers, my sisters, my sons and daughters... are standing toe-to-toe with an enemy they cannot fight, an enemy of rank and subterfuge. I have called upon you, Dark Troopers, to be their saving grace. To save eight million lives, you may have to take one."

Pausing, he turned to face the Captain and his Lieutenant. Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, his voice suddenly rang with the full power of his authority. "Captain, Lieutenant, I need you both at my side when I confront Jendob. Choose your leaders, I need four separate mission groups. The first, to intercept and disable all transmissions going in or leaving his office. The second, to reroute standard security patrols in a way that leaves the corridors open for the three of us to get to his office without being seen.

The third strike team will be needed as an escort, to intercept and eliminate any random personnel - stun only, I want there to be a minimum of casualties. The fourth team... I pray we do not need them, but they will be required to use overt and lethal force should anything get out of hand. Lieutenant, the Supreme Moff has a gynoid bodyguard of unknown make and configuration... I need your heaviest pinpoint weaponry at your side, she is your target. Captain, your target will be Shayera Hol-Jendob, he will be unlikely to make a move with her in the crosshairs. As for me... my target is Jendob himself."


Looking over the troopers again, back straight and head held high, he spoke again. "Troopers! Do you stand with me?"
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Brent - Lost a planet Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing... how embarrassing. says:
DT-IVs are MY pets
Dj (VIII is begining to piss me off.) says:
SCREW YOUR PETS!
Supreme Moff Ams Jendob says:
Indeed.
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 Post Posted: Sun, August 19th 2007 12:05am    Post subject:
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307 listened to General Scyntor's speech as he pictured in his mind what the assault on the Director's office would be like. Close-quarters fighting, unknown surprises at every turn...and fellow soldiers shooting to kill. That wouldn't be a problem physically, but 307 wasn't sure how it would feel to kill another Imperial, even in self-defense. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know. Not to mention the fact that anyone who saw the Dark Troopers would have to be killed. Their presence would have to be an absolute secret.

He opened a single-band channel to Blue Team, who had recently emerged from the Hoth simulator and was standing in their respective spots in the company. "Blue Team, once the General is finished with his speech, I want you to head for the secondary armory. Grab a Z-6, four G-10s, eight SE-10s, and enough ammunition for an hour of sustained fire. Save one of the S2's and some clips for me." Three acknowledgement lights winked on. 307 kept the channel open as the General continued speaking, just in case any of his teammates was thinking about backing out. If they did, he wouldn't lose any respect for them.
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Lieutenant had heard rumors of the bodyguard Ams had with him. It was supposedly a fairly nasty piece of work, but that's all he had heard. He would need some special hardware to deal with it if it had armor like the DT-IVs did.

If it had shields... Then that might be another problem, but with the kit that Lieutenant was going to bring, even a DT-IVs personal shields would be overwhelmed in nanoseconds. He would just have to be very careful with the weapon, as it was fragile.

Lieutenant stopped mid-thought as he heard Scyntor's question directed at the troopers, and cried out simultaneously with the rest of the men and women of the DT-IVs, raising their rifles, "HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!"

The Troopers were with Scyntor, no matter what the mission, and they would not fail. They didn't know how to lose.
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Lieutenant's response was more than favorable, it was excellent... and with the mission coming up, their unity would be their strength for this. He looked over the ranks and smiled, saluting them. His voice was clear, and powerful enough to be heard throughout the massive hangar bay.

"Captain, give the order to land the ship. We roll out in one hour. Phase IVs... Dis-missed."

They all snapped to attention and returned his salute, then broke rank and left to prepare their own squads, and to discuss the tactics before them. Scyntor spoke with the Lieutenant a while, about the weaponry he would require to keep himself and his commanding officers safe, but his mind was already on the look on Jendob's face when they burst into his office.

The rumble of the ship as it passed through a forced gap in the Imperial defense network and into an isolated area of The Works on Coruscant was comforting, and he started preparing himself for the encounter.
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Brent - Lost a planet Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing... how embarrassing. says:
DT-IVs are MY pets
Dj (VIII is begining to piss me off.) says:
SCREW YOUR PETS!
Supreme Moff Ams Jendob says:
Indeed.
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With all the hooting of his comrades one may not have noticed the stone cold silence from their commander. The reason he didn't join in was that he wasn't there to play games, not there to care for the future of the Stormtroopers, and not to cheer for heartwarming speeches.
His job was to lead his troopers in defense of the Empire from threats from outside, and in. Though this situation with the Supreme Moff...he didn't like it, felt there was something more to it that Scyntor wasn't talking about.

But as a soldier, it was in his job description to follow orders, and Scyntor was one of the very few who could give the Phase IVs orders. If there was something that the General was holding back, it would be revealed in time...though Captain considered the option of using certain resources at his disposal to find out.

"Captain, give the order to land the ship. We roll out in one hour. Phase IVs... Dis-missed."
198 merely nodded to the man, uttered a clear and firm "Yes sir" and left the bay while conversing with his troopers over secure helmet comms.
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The following post takes place about a week after the Palace Plot.

307 lunged at his fellow DT-IV, swinging a quick left hook then dropping down to sweep his leg underneath theirs to knock them off their feet. DT-109 redirected his hook with his right forearm and hopped above 307's sweep before thrusting an open palm underneath his counterpart's chin, which 307 barely avoided by executing a perfect backflip and landing almost two meters away before rushing back in. The two continued to sar in this manner for roughly an hour, trading blows, most of which were blocked, but a few hit skin and caused some minor bruises, at least for a DT-IV...on a normal human soldier an unarmed strike from a DT was usually enough to knock them unconscious. A few other DTs, calibrating their weapons for use on the course, stopped to watch them, nodding approvingly when 307 managed to knock 109 on his backside, then applauding when Oh-Nine leapt to his feet and delivered a nasty sucker punch to 307's left cheek. Both troopers suffered only moderate bruises to their affected areas.

After a while, they slowed to a cooldown session, then finally called it a day. Grabbing their towels to dry off their brows and faces, they began walking in the general direction of the barracks to catch their breath. "So," Oh-Nine began, a slight grin evident on his face, "I heard Lieutenant and Captain went toe-to-toe with one of Jendob's prototype 'droids." 307 nodded, saluting to a passing officer. Technically, he was of a higher rank than 109, a fact most soldiers would have ribbed their friend about. However, DT's were too closely-knit to bother with that kind of thing, and the two just referred to each other by their numbers, unless in the company of an officer, superior or otherwise.

"What about it?" 307 asked.

"Well, I also heard that you got a good look at it. Care to offer an opinion?" 307 remembered the op at the palace nearly a week ago, now. It wasn't very difficult to recall the towering 'droid that had been standing next to Jendob when he had entered the Supreme Moff's office to give aid to his sueriors. "It had some sort of alloy my armor's sensors couldn't identify right away, but the room was full of dust and ozone, so I'd guess that it was just hardened durasteel. Its hands could form some kind of blade weapon, that much I heard from 060 during the debriefing. Apart from that, I don't know."

Oh-Nine was silent for a moment, so 307 decided to ask the question that was probably on every DT's mind. "Why were we sent to the palace?"

Oh-Nine probably misunderstood him. "To capture Jendob on General Scyntor's orders."

307 shook his head. "No, I mean, why were we ordered to capture him? At first I thought that he was a traitor to the Empire, but then we were ordered to bug out and he was left in his position."

Oh-Nine was silent for a moment, then answered softly. "I don't know," he said. "All I know is that it's dangerous for someone in our line of business to begin questioning orders." 307 opened his mouth to object, to say that he hadn't been questioning orders, when it occurred to him that he had. He had been about to go off and point out that their recent op had been a job for the Army, or ISB, and that it was a waste of their skills. It scared him how close he'd just come to insubordination, even if it was only between him and Oh-Nine.

They reached a junction, and 109 turned to take the corridor to his room. He clapped 307 on the back and said, "See you in a few cycles, brother."

"Yeah. You too." 307 walked in the opposite direction that his brother was taking, towards his room.

He needed to think.
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