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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2012 17:09:42 GMT -5
The swift Vulture Droid crossed the skies in an acrobatic fly, and, by the first time in months, the sound of the starfighter's slim hull tearing the air announced not war, but celebration. Soon, its sister ships joined the flight demonstration to which the astonished Kaleesh observed.
Behind the agile squadrons of the snubfighters, flew The Pride of Kalee, one of the planet's few starships serving in the Confederate Navy. The majestic Munificent-class Star Frigate elegantly cruised the airs alongside a small flotilla of BC-714 luxury transports, surrounded by dozens of Scarab-class droid starfighters.
As the air parade slowly advanced through the planet, so did the ground celebrations. The troop regiments lined up in a perfect simmetry, the blue Confederate roundel proudly shone in the yellowish white chests of the droids and magnificently twitched in the huge flag hoisted for the event.
Two columns of Armored Assault Tanks flanked the main body of the parade and, behind the repulsor tanks, a limousine landspeeder slowly advanced through the streets, transporting some of the topmost members of the Izvoshra, the Kaleesh Elite. In the middle of them, stood Grievous. a white cloak covering most of his machine body.
The parade steadily progressed its way to a large plaza in the heart of the temple-like capital of Kaleela. A wide podium had been built for the celebration. In the left of the stage, the Kaleesh warriors line up in a closed square. The droid troops took their space in the right of the podium. The landspeeder stopped between the two regiments, permitting its passengers to exit from the vehicle. General Grievous kept the front of the Izvoshra, proudly marching towards the elevated stage. The Kaleesh people agglomerated in two roads to the plaza, eagerly awaiting for the General's speech.
Finally, when the entire Kaleesh elite was on-stage, the cyborg Grievous, initiated the declaration in a fluent Kaleesh:
"Friends, compatriots, Brothers and Sisters, the war devastates the Galaxy, the Republic attempts to defile every star system with its corruption, men die day by day to protect the Confederacy and its worlds, yet we, the Confederate stay united, the Republic does not. It will be their individualism that will throw them to the infinite abyss of failure. They failed! They failed to defend the interests of the Galaxy, they failed to bring the prosperity to the Galaxy, but WE, the Confederacy WILL NOT FAIL !"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 21:56:33 GMT -5
Bev Hettir sat a fair distance away in a neighboring building. He was elevated enough to see the parade, as well as the magnificnent General as he was to give his speech. The mandolorian had never really met the cyborg before, but he was all legend and mystery. It was almost... exciting, to see him live.
However, the Mando was really on no one's side. He had trained a fair number of clone squads, as well as assisted a few battalions of Separatists in a battle. More or less, Hettir was sort of like a double agent... for himself. The world and him, that's all there was. How Jango, his adopted brother, had put up with both sides he would never fully understand.
While he was known through the clones, he was fairly known through a few of the Separatists as well, so it wasn't as if he was treading on fair ground. Was he trust worthy, maybe not, but Bev couldn't step out on an oppertunity like this. Perhaps he could learn something worthwhile to teach back to his troops back on Mandalore. He grinned, concealed by his helmet, as he watched the speech with interest.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 12:32:07 GMT -5
The speech continued steadily, gradually rising in pitch and speed, making it barely understandable for anyone but the most native Kaleesh. Grievous then stopped for some seconds, before continuing with his declaration, in a more calm tone.
" As all should know, the Galactic Republic attempted to occupy the peaceful planet of Muunilinst. Yet, the Confederate forces stationed in the world were capable of repelling the Republican menace, but not without the cost of many civilian casualties and structures. Those who died in the Republic's air raids will not be forgotten, for the enemy's losses far out weight those of the Confederate people. I believe the Galactic Republic scarcely knows the swift revenge which will soon fall upon them, taking their lives with the exact same thirsty for blood that they shown during their preposterous attack on Muunilinst. "
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 15:20:16 GMT -5
Bev's eyes narrowed slightly as the speech continued to reach a point where he had difficulties understanding. 'Haar'chak!' He swore to himself. 'Curse language barriers!' The mandolorian continued to watch, almost impressed by the General's motions and agressive tone. That along with the response from the crowd, it must have been very strong.
Even though he did not speak the native language, it was still interesting to watch the General's interaction with the crowd. Why can't other people see it this way; The Republic is strong and has strong leaders, the Separatists are no different. Naturally they go to war because of their strength, but it still leaves lots of questions. Bev had been born into a time of war at Mandalore, and being an instructor in his own army made speeches and gatherings like this all the better. He liked how much confident the cyborg had, the strength in words the mando did not understand.
Regardless, Bev was enjoying himself greatly. He leaned against the railing to get in the whole view of the parade, his golden armor glinting in the sun.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 15:52:38 GMT -5
In the shadows, calmly leaned over the wall of a building, the Confederate security officer patiently observed the crowd surrounding the stage where the speech progressed. The communicator gently vibrated in the officer's belt. The man's hands moved to draw the beeping walkie-talkie in a nearly automatic gesture.
As soon as the officer touched the button to listen the communication, a mechanized voice resonate through the speaker:
" This Bravo Three-Three-Cardinal to Alpha Three-Eight, do you copy? "
" Roger, Bravo Three-Three. Send. "
" Affirmative, we have a 1F-9 in quadrant A4. "
" Received, order all sniper units to execute 0-7-1-Handicap procedure on the intruder."
" WILCO, my lieutenant. "
With this said, dozens of blaster bolts fire across the air, hitting the building where Bev was located observing the declarations. Passing along his head and chest, the Mandalorian could feel the fearsome heat emanated by the blasts, continually showering upon his position.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 16:24:49 GMT -5
Bev snapped away from the railing and the balcony as he back pedaled into the safety of the building. He had been so careful and sneaky to get such a good seat, and now look what happened! That had been hot laser fire. Placing a hand over his chest plate armor, he felt the heat through his glvoes hands. "Osi'kyr!" He exclaimed in surprise. Here he was with lightsaber proof armor and he was stupid enough to get himself caught. He was getting lazy.
Now that they knew his position, it would probably be best to high tail it outta there. "Who'd a thunk I couldn't just watch the parade!" He scowled. Slightly disapointed, the mando turned on his heel and jogged over to the stairs.
"Didn't know you needed an invatation to observe..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2012 9:16:28 GMT -5
As the Mandalorian rapidly sprint down the stairs, speaking to himself, a droid-like voice sounded near him:
" Hands up, you're detained for suspects of criminal activity! " shouted a BX droid commando, as a squad of Confederate super battle droids surrounded him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 10:25:40 GMT -5
Bev Hettir attempted to stop, but stumbled down a few steps in his haste. Fine, that's how they wanted to play?
He hissed swears to himself in annoyance. Then again, they were droids. They wouldn't understand. For heavens sake he was in the middle of a staircase! It didn't help his situations any, making things very difficult to escape. Maybe it was time to play tricky? They were droids after all.
The mandolorian never let up the rage face. Hands on his hips, he spun around to face the commando. "Ha! I would hope so! Suspected of criminal activity! Pah! Ori'buyce, kih'kovid! All helmet and no head!" He was on the edge of spitting mad as he pointed to the droid. "Glad to see my job is working! Of course a double agent is supposed to look like the enemy. Glad to see you know who's working for you!"
'Let's hope this works.'
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 11:39:49 GMT -5
Nute Gunray's personal transport landed in the middle of the street. He was here on official business. He exited the battleship and he heard General Grievous give his speech and whatnot. Same old thing the General always said over and over again. Nute Gunray entered an office and he sat down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 11:41:56 GMT -5
As the Mandalorian initiated his speech, the BX commando harshly cut his words in a monotonous tone:
" You are suspected of having committed a major infraction indicated in the eighth article of the Confederate Constitution: 'All attempts to undermine a Confederate security or military organ will be charged as a major infraction and are subject to immediate arrest, if identified' My orders are to arrest you by all means necessary and bring you to the security officer. I should also refer that I AM allowed to use lethal force, if necessary. "
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 11:44:52 GMT -5
A Lucrehulk-class battleship landed in the middle of the street. OOC: I don't believe a Lucrehulk can land in a street without destroying it in the process. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 11:53:21 GMT -5
"Jeeze...A wanderer can't go two second's off in some direction with out his buddy getting into trouble... C'mon pal! We gotta go see the governor about our PAY..." Maud'Dib said, noticing the conflict and attempting to help out the Mandalorian. It was just him today, his pet Nexu would have been helpful right now, but he could manage with out it...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 12:06:20 GMT -5
"Lethal force?! HAHAHA. I'll rip out your optical sensors before you even give the order!"
Bev figured he probably deserved this. He was Mandolorian, not Separatist or Republic. Clearly hanging around both sides made a mess of it all, and believe it or not he was in quite the pickle. Ontop of things, trying to decipher the droid's 'speech' was hard enough as it is. A bunch of protocol and junk, sure made a lot of sense. He grumbled, clearly miffed, and folded his arms across his chest angrily. The mando didn't like being cut off.
Head turning to the sound of another's voice, Bev thought for a moment. As much as he wished he didn't need help, well, he needed it. "I suppose it's time then. I was only watching a parade, but it's clearly all 'get your money and get out' type of deal."
He turned back to the droid, glaring at him from behind the visor.
"Gonna object, beskar'ad? How 'bout you run along and play 'orders' with someone else!"
((OOC: beskar'ad : droid ))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 16:51:29 GMT -5
The "beskar'ad" once again cut Bev's last phrase, pushing his E-5 blaster against the human's back, while shouting a sonorous order:
" Hands over your head, in front of me! You're under arrest, sir! "
The BX commando then turned his head to the newcomer, talking a frustrated, loud, mechanized voice:
" And you, move along, civilian! "
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 16:57:49 GMT -5
Nute exited the office and he headed outside. "What is going on here, General Grievous?" he asked as he looked at Grievous with his red eyes.
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