“They’re fighting!”
“Who?”
“Teroch and the Consul!”
There was a scraping of chairs across the floor as the journeymen scrabbled across the cafeteria’s floor to the viewscreen overlooking the arena/training area deep in the Citadel’s interior. Pressing close to the transparisteel (reinforced to prevent injury to the rec room’s denizens), they spied the two dark-haired individuals in training attire: baggy pants, tank tops, and bandages around their wrists and ankles.
They were both holding lit lightsabers.
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“Careful, I hear these things are hot.” Teroch taunted, waving his saber before him haphazardly.
Marick said nothing. He knew the youth too well; much like his father, he attempted to dictate the mood and flow of a fight with verbal sparring as much as martial.
The air stilled between them. Around the perimeter of the arena, two fully mature Cythraul stalked about the place; one jet black, the other snow white. Then, in a rush of light steps, Teroch closed the distance. Marick brought his two cyan blades up as the youth vaulted over him, scything his saber at the Hapan’s head. The Consul parried with one, ducked slightly to avoid the tangerine end of Fraternity, then jutted his other blade at the Adept’s midsection. Somehow, he twisted about the thrust, landed in a crouch with his saber held parallel to the floor, and flicked his hair from his eyes, grinning.
Marick kicked out behind him, forcing Teroch to roll laterally, then waded in, swinging both blades at two different angles, pushing the Mandalorian further and further back. A telekinetic shove staggered Marick, but he wasn’t to be stopped with mere theatrics. A knee to the gut, however, worked wonders. Doubling over, the Consul was shoved to the floor, his sabers kicked from his hand, and had a blade pointed at his throat as he recovered.
“Ow.” He wheezed.
The whole exchange had lasted maybe twenty seconds.
Teroch deactivated his own blade and helped pull the Hapan to his feet.
“So what did you want to see me about?”
“It’s not working out with you in Soulfire. Your talents are wasted there. Plus, keeping you around is making certain members of the Clan too skittish. They’re worried you’re going to get all Sally murder on their fearless leader again. I’ve got something planned for you, and I think you’re going to like it.”
“So you’re taking me out of Soulfire? What about Nadrin? Will he be able to look after himself?”
“Ter, Nadrin is the equivalent to a telekinetic wrecking ball. He can look after himself just fine without you.”
Teroch grinned at the description, but his smile disappeared when the doors at the other end of the chamber opened, and Timeros Entar stalked in without invitation.
“Great…” the youth murmured under his breath, earning him a slap on the shoulder from his Consul.
“You’re being moved to the DIA. We want you to spearhead a new initiative, called the Nighthawk Project. It’s something started during Wuntila’s reign, but we’ve not had the resources available during Muz’s little crusade. Things are different now.” Marick explained as Timeros approached them.
The glacial-eyed Entar stopped before them and handed a datapad to Teroch, who accepted it cautiously, then began leafing through the contents.
“Thanks to the efforts of a highly talented Baragwin shipwright, we’ve had a custom-built Agave¬-class Picket commissioned, called the Nighthawk. It’s going to be the DIA’s flagship, co-ordinating all our contacts, spies and agents across the galaxy, as well as the perfect reconnaissance vessel. It’ll be fully outfitted with an array of hideously illegal and high-tech modifications as and when we acquire them, and act as Arcona’s eyes and ears. You’ll be its captain. I’ve assembled a team of members I think will fit your needs, and you’ve also got your first mission.”
Timeros watched the Mandalorian with interest. When he looked up, the Entar said “The Unknown Regions. You’re going to be going on a three-month reconnaissance sojourn to ascertain if there are any other threats waiting in there ready to spring into the Galactic theatre.”
“I don’t have a choice here, do I?”
“No.” Timeros said, apparently not bothered that the youth seemed reluctant.
“Assemble your team in 48 hours, and head to Dusk station. The Nighthawk should be ready by then.”
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Welcome, my friends, to the first report for the Nighthawk Battleteam. Are you comfortable? No? You need to get some coffee? That’s fine. Go on. I don’t mind waiting. Ready? Then I’ll begin. I covered most of what you needed in the fiction there, so I’ll get right down into the necessary stuff.
I’m Dash. I’ve been in Arcona for a long freakin time, I’ve led it twice, and I kinda like it here :P I work like an angry bastard for my members, but expect the same loyalty in return. You’ll soon get the hang of my management style =P
Your first order of business is to reply to this mail and introduce yourselves. We’re a team here, and the key to good teamwork is communication. So, let’s hear who you all are!
The Nighthawk is a brand new idea to the Brotherhood I’ve been itching to try out. I’ve been working on the wiki whilst all this was finalised, and unfortunately I’m no good at that sort of thing. To that end, I’m looking for volunteers to help me finish it off and whack some pictures in.
Esca’s been working on a logo for the DIA, and Wally’s offered to help us shop an image of the ship with the logo and name replaced. You’ll all soon see where I shamelessly ripped the craft’s design from ;P
So, I’ve got a nice open RO planned over the Christmas period, and I’ll be launching that later in the week (once the wiki page is finished and we have a decent setting to write in), but I want to know what else you guys like doing. Let’s hear what activity you enjoy! Basically, ask and you shall receive. The whole point of the DB is to have fun, so I’m going to do my best to make sure you all have exactly that.
Finally, some fictional crap to get out of the way. We’re going to be crewing this ship, so I want to know what positions you want your characters in. It’s first come first serve, so be quick!
Right, that’s about everything I’ve got for now, but expect more in the near future (can you tell I hate writing reports? :P)
TL:DR
Respond to let me know A: who you are, what sort of comps you want, and where you want your character on the ship.
Thanks for stopping by, San Diego.
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Yar! Good report! /blows more smoke.