Welcome to the Family

[Tzeentch]

Hovering just above the planet of Nar Shaddaa was the Unrelenting Unity, a former prison ship acquired by the mercenaries known as the Lost Remnants. Like a number of starships that came to and from the planet below, the Unity bore the visage of an old, rundown, and war-torn ship in its entirety; even more so if one were to actually inspect the massive ship more closely.

It wasn't that its current inhabitants simply disregarded the condition of their home, rather they tried everything they could to keep it in satisfactory and working condition. However, even with the declaration of war between the Republic and the Empire, the Remnants had yet to receive contracts with sufficient pay to properly fix certain portions of equipment.

The Remnants were prepared to stabilize themselves however, especially with the fluctuation of new recruits that were being transported to the Unity by several Marauder troop transports.

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[On board the Unity ]

Inside one of the hangers of the Unity, a number of transports landed in an orderly formation, presumably to assure swift and efficient movement to and from the small ships, especially when in times of combat. Seconds after touching down, a chorus of hisses could be heard as the ramps of the back of the ship lowered, allowing their passengers to disembark.

As over two dozen recruits lined up in front of six different individuals, another group of four stood not far off from where everyone was gathering.

Tykan Keyne looked over those that descended from the transports while rubbing the back of his silver-covered head before glancing at his brother, Jericho, beside him, "There are more recruits here than Selvaria had anticipated.." Exhaling softly, he looked back towards the hanger, ".. But we'll need as many people as we can get."

Jericho, his head covered with a bandana and his face scarred with previous conflicts years past, merely chewed on the end of his cigar as he nodded and blew a cloud of smoke, "Especially with the war upon the galaxy; this is nothing like those 'battles' as you'd call them either, little brother." As he mentioned the 'battles,' he chuckled as he remembered the conflict between two opposing organizations; One of the two had hired the Remnants to deal with their opponents.

Surprisingly, it was somewhat difficult to do so, but they did not disappoint.

Tyakn scoffed and rolled his eyes before raising his voice for the now orderly rowed recruits to hear, "As you are aware upon signing your resume, you have been selected to join the Lost Remnant Mercenaries, an organization of disciplined soldiers and fortune-seekers."

He made a motion to the six that stood mere feet in front of the recruits, "Each of you were given a Squad Number if you had chosen to sign up with the Militia. If you had qualified for the Marines," a large, armored man emerged from the shadows nearby, seemingly looking at the large variety of people through his black-tinted visor, "follow him."

He turned to depart, but stopped, "Oh, and one more thing.." he turned back to the others, "Welcome to the family."

He and Jericho left the hanger bay, followed by a small, dark haired girl who watched with calculating eyes and bore a large weapon of sorts, and a massive man with 'sightless' eyes.

The recruits began to disperse, each individual headed towards their designated leader.

 

[Number-75]

Leo looked around the hangar he found himself standing in. It was curious. Just a few mere days ago, he had been one of GAIA's elites, one of the best. He was the blade that had ended many a life, often in silence. Then he retired. After his full debriefing and signing the various papers that said that he would under no circumstance reveal any secret information to anyone, up to and including the names and call signs of other agents, he left with a bank full of money, a free one way ticket to wherever he wanted to go, and a whole hallway of possibilities before him. So he decided to go home. He used the ticket to board a luxury cruise that stopped at his home planet. When he boarded the ship, many people looked at him strangely. He was used to it. The fact that he traveled in full armor made people uncomfortable, but it wasn't like he had a choice.

Of course, that fact saved Leo. Somehow, his position was compromised. As the ship dropped out of hyperspace, they were hit by a raider strike. The ship he was travelling in was attacked and severely damaged. While most people would write that off as bad luck, he wasn't most people. His quarters was the one that had been hit first and the area where his quarters were was the area that had taken the most damage. Thankfully, he was out of the room when that had happened. Had he been in his room, he would have most likely died.

Thankfully, Leo had developed a habit of not sleeping in his room when he wasn't completely sure about it's security. So he had been in the various area for the entire trip instead of being in his room, wandering in the other sections when he got bored. He had been wandering back to his room to get something when the attack struck. The area he was in lost atmosphere and he couldn't get into a shelter in time. His suit did it's job perfectly and had kept him alive and safe from the vacuum until he found a shelter that wasn't occupied.

Upon landing, Leo tried to find out what he could about the attack. All he learned was that they were hired. He couldn't go back to GAIA, he had no way of recontacting them and his superior had specifically told him that once he left he could not go back. He had to find another way to find this information. He couldn't go independent, he would never get anything done that way. He needed a company or group to support him, so he would have backup when he killed those that had called the hit on him. After some searching, he had discovered the Lost Remnants. They needed people and they were one of the best merc outfits in the area. If he stuck around enough, then he might get high enough up the ranks for him to have contacts. And he could wait that long.

Leo bought his thoughts back to the present. He needed to do find his new commanding officer. He chuckled quietly at the slight irony. He had been the best once and now he was back at the bottom. Well, better get working. Out of the corner of his HUD, he spotted the CO of Squad Three. He marched to the CO and snapped a salute before speaking. "Leo Dom.... reporting in... it is a delight to meet you..."

 

[BZenwrath]

Ruln stepped off a transport and spent a moment to take in these new surroundings. His small mercenary band had no operations as large as this... After listening to the short speech he scanned the room for squad three's CO, finding him and another already getting acquainted with one another. He walked over to the two, introducing himself...

"Ruln Buhl, I look forward to serving with both of you."

 

[Matt]

This had better pay well or it was a complete waste of his time and energy. He had been back amongst his Mandalorian people for a few months now but thankfully he could still go out and earn some money on the side.

As his ship landed gently on the hanger bay his helmet cam showed him everything of interest within his eyesight and out of his eyesight but he couldn't help but laugh at the group these mercs had collected. A steady group of the worst the galaxy had to offer, though the worst were normally the best at certain jobs.

Eric moved forward and rather couldn't help but think back to his origins with the Mandalorians, he had come a long way from a Kaleesh orphan taking in by the Vizla Mandalorian family.

Though most people saw Eric Vizla and the human name as nothing more then a high end bounty hunter....He was slightly more interesting then that but not by much.

He stood by the main congregation of people and leaned again a bulkhead.

 

[Tzeentch]

I am extremely sorry for the extended and inexcusable delay and/or absence to which I have no excuse other than SW:TOR and other miscellaneous things. >_<

I've typed this up in a rush, so if there are problems with it, be sure to VM/PM/etc me! NOTE: Voice of Logan King.


Logan King, a man in his mid-thirties and possessed a weary air around him, was seated on one of the many crates that were piled in his general vicinity as he watched the newly recruited mercenaries assemble in front of their respective leaders. Unlike the newer squads four and five, of which hadn't even existed the year before, his squad and those above had a fair number of members. He believed that he would not receive many, if any, recruits to include into Squad Three.

However, he noticed seven of the recruits weaving their way towards him. Releasing a small breath from behind his unique looking mask, he pushed off of the crate next to him, of which he was leaning on, and leaned forward as he waited for the newcomers to settle. It was only when they all arrived when he decided to speak.

Before he could however, the one bearing a full suit of high-tech armor and the Kel Dor, if he remembered the species correctly, introduced themselves. Logan merely scratched the side of his head for a moment before waving his hand at the saluting individual, "You don't have to do that around me, Mr. Dom; I prefer a more lenient approach rather than the 'respect authority' one." He paused for a moment, tilting his head, "Well, that's when it comes to my subordinates. It would be best if you maintained a respectful front in front of other officers of course."

With a grunt, Logan rose to his feet, "Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. Name's Logan King, captain of Squad Three and this mercenary outfit's best sniper. It's a pleasure to make the acquaintance of a group full of potential to reach the higher tiers of the Remnants."

"Now that's out of the way," the man began to pace slowly in front of the small group, a small limp in his step, "while I am not nearly as strict as most other captains, but there are rules that even I have to enforce. Some of them are, of course, fairly obvious, such as respecting officers and comrades alike."

He stopped pacing when he returned to his original location with the crates, turning towards the others, "I won't go into details on the countless rules that have been created, but I will tell you that you must follow a single rule, albeit as obvious as it is, no matter what..." he faced the recruits fully, a serious glint it his visible eye, "do not cross any of your superiors; any one of them can easily end your existence without so much as batting a lash, especially the Generals."

Just as suddenly as the serious aura came, it dissipated and returned to the weary, if not easy-going, air that was present before, "Other than that, you all should fit it. Now, I'll need you all to take your standard equipment," he moved over to several of the crates and lifted the lids, revealing weapons, armor, gadgets, and uniforms, "to your quarters in the lower levels of the ship; my lieutenant will guide you there."

The captain tilted his head towards a young woman whose battle-worn armor was of strange design and unknown materials. Her 'mask' was tilted away to the side of her head so one could easily see the abundance of cybernetics that she possessed, especially her eyes, as well as the numerous scars scattered across her face.

"This is Lt. Mao, she will be escorting you and will give you your Squad tags; you'll need some identification around here." Walking over next to Mao with a slight limp, Logan faced everyone else, "If you have any questions, be it on quarters, rank, locations, et cetera, et cetera, ask me or the Lt. here; our quarters will be the two at the end of our Squad's turf."

With that, the two officers stood in front of the new blood of Squad Three, waiting for their response.

 

[Number-75]

Leo stifled a chuckle at the Captain's deceleration that he was the best sniper in the outfit as he lowered his hand to his side. Sniping was one of his specialties. Well, he generalized by being able to kill anything with just about anything, but still, he had to consider himself a pretty good sniper. He silently made a note to test his skill against the Captain one of these days. If anything, it'd be an easy way to gain some reputation and hone his skill at sniping.

Loosening up, Leo walked up the crate and picked it up. While he couldn't wear the suit of armor, he would have use of the weapons and gadgets and he might just be able to salvage the armor to repair and improve his own current armor. After all, his armor was the only thing keeping him from dying horribly. He cracked open the lid and peered inside for a second before turning his head towards the leaders of the squad.

"Sir, is it possible for you to point out what has been included in this kit? I would rather be instructed on their proper use then to test them and have them blow off a hand."

 

[BZenwrath]

Rorick listened intently to the Captain. He tried to size the man up as he gave them orders. Is he worth my respect? Is he honorable? These were questions this Captain wouldn't be able to answer, Rorick would be the judge of his character. As of right now he would receive Roricks loyalty but not his respect.

After he was done speaking he walked over to a crate and lifted it up above his waist, resting the box somewhat on his belt. He would be interested to see what kind of weapons he would find within. Another of the recruits had apparently thought of the same thing and was already rummaging through the box...

"Sir, is it possible for you to point out what has been included in this kit? I would rather be instructed on their proper use then to test them and have them blow off a hand."

Rorick also turned his head, once again facing the Captain, but this time in a questioning manner.

 

[Tzeentch]

Logan scratched his cheek, his eye half lidded as he looked at the crates, "Well, it all depends on which crate you look in really, but I'm not the one who looks at the inventory the Remnant Exchange hands out to the Squads every now and then." He tilted his head slightly to glance at Mao, "The Lieutenant does, however."

Taking that as the time to speak up, Mao motioned to individual crates, "Every crate possesses a wide variety of armaments, with each one properly sorted out with their respective type." The cybernetically enhanced woman pointed to two of the smaller crates, "You can easily identify the contents of each by the markings on the lids, such as the containers holding blaster pistols and detonators."

"Chances are you can find most standard equipment and weapons you would otherwise find on pirates, smugglers, criminals, and others." Putting her hands behind her back, Mao stepped back, deciding not to further explain the contents of other crates due to her already giving enough information on what was inside each crate.

Picking up after Mao, Logan focused on the recruits, "What my assistant here didn't mention was that, if you're lucky, you might even find some high quality stuff in there that we picked up a while back and forgot about, such as a RT-97C heavy blaster rifle. Hell, you might even find some ancient weapon in one of those things from an era or two ago.." Logan paused and squinted a little, "... Not sure if they'll be in proper working order though.. Bah, never mind that."

Waving a hand in front of his face, the man twisted his neck slightly, allowing a series of sickening pops to ring out. Sighing, he refocused his attention on those in front of him, "Is there anything else you need clarified, or should I have Lt. Mao explain something in more depth?"