The traitors they dispatched earlier were hardly up for the task of repelling a boarding party of this caliber. He suspected he'd start seeing plastoid soon as they progressed deeper into the ship. A cruel twist of fate indeed. Fortunately for the scout he spent enough time in the uniform to...
Byrec was dimly aware of the silence that perpetuated the hangar after the Rebel's unanswered pleadings. Truly, the stormtrooper made his point across. The scout frowned as he couldn't find a shot still, and resolved to flush the man out with something else instead. He couldn't risk using a frag...
Byrec had hit his mark after all, but had no way of knowing if the Rebel was truly dead. For several moments he lay there and watched through his scope. The scout trooper make tch’d when the seemingly dead corpse rolled over onto several crates for cover. He had no line of sight, and for the...
Word, I'll generally try to post as soon as I'm able. Made a small edit to my post as well; switched out Byrec's HCR for an E-19 since thought it'd be more appropriate.
A simple enough mission at first. Isn’t it always? Escort-duty for a Sith, no doubt employed for their particular Force-assisted talents in weeding out information. Byrec had the unfortunate privilege of witnessing several of these sessions over the years, and being the subject of one prior to...
A spherical device rolled slowly towards the charred corpse of the Weequay, and Byrec frowned when smoke spewed out from it. He correctly assumed that there was someone else in here, far more tactful than the Rebel he just dispatched at any rate. The scout trooper took his eyes off the scope and...
The defeat on Manaan still rang bitterly in Byrec’s head. Once again, they were unsuccessful in their attempts to conquer the water world once and for all. Oh, that thing about saving face? No go. It started off well, perhaps too well in hindsight. The Imperial commanders saw fit to maintain...
Name: Byrec Solimar
Rank: Private
Sith/IAF: IAF
Reason for Participating: (OOC and/or IC): It's his job. No matter how disgruntled he is with the Empire and their current state of affairs, he's a Stormtrooper and will carry out his orders. Recent events and losses in particular motivate him...
A wave of nostalgia washed over the old soldier as the VAAT made its descent into the stratosphere of Manaan. Under-fire from the get go, possibility of being blown out of the sky before he could make a difference planetside. Wasn't that a familiar feeling? Woody didn't have to tell him twice...
NAL HUTTA
THE SWAMPS
Nal Hutta, the 'Glorious Jewel', was anything but it's namesake. Right after setting foot on the planet, Grizz felt a film of grease cling to his clothing and skin. The smell was right up there with the other bung holes the galaxy has to offer, but the Coruscanti...
While the two conversed, Byrec went off to finish his inspection of the rest of the equipment the armorer handed to him earlier. The scoped Rogue Arms DE7 was located in a hard case on his back and it was paramount that it was in working order. Besides, it was the reason why he was here anyway...
“Mhmm…” the scout trooper nodded, somewhat zoned out of his surroundings. He did of course, hear the meek comment directed towards his inspection of the E19, which goes without saying was almost like a ritual for Byrec. Curiously, he did manage to find traces of carbon, which was bizarre...
All things considered, Pvt. Byrec Solimar had settled nicely in his new life aboard the ISD Invincible. After all, he came onboard with the expectation that at some point they'll be deployed into the front lines, as the Imperium often has need of the feared Stormtrooper legions, especially the...