Fandom Starwars Black Cell-77 RP

[xcSkullycx]

"Crush the Rebellion, bring Peace and Order to a galaxy in chaos."



The Galactic Empire, having formed from an unsuspecting Galactic Republic following the purge of the Jedi Order, has taken over the galaxy in one fell swoop. Entire star systems have pledged loyalty out of fear of a vengeful new Emperor, and those who resisted were summarily crushed in a grandiose display of the fledgling Empire's strength. With their iron grip tightening with each passing year, more worlds have been seeding quiet rebellion in attempt to free themselves of the tyranny. The Empire's response? Fighting fire with fire. With the emergent rebellion operating under stealth and guerrilla tactics and standard infantry forces unable to completely wipe them out, the Empire turns to highly classified, lethally effective special operations teams to get the jobs ordinary stormtroopers can't. Join today and prove your worth to the Empire and bring about order to a galaxy cracking under the pressure!​

Spoiler: Scenario

The Scenario

You are a part of an exceptionally talented group of Imperial commandos operating under the designation of Black Cell 77, or "Nomad Squadron" A bit of an enigma even among special forces, Black Cell members are identified early in their training at Imperial Academies across the galaxy for their useful skills. Some members never even underwent basic Imperial training, instead being hand-picked from young vagrant children on poorer worlds where they could be given an opportunity to escape to 'better' conditions by serving the Empire. Strangely, some prospective candidates were aliens, which was in contrast to the humancentric doctrine of the Imperial Military, even if some aliens still served in standard military units. A very small number were even force sensitive, but were considered too weak to undergo Inquisitor training and instead placed in Black Cells so their innate force abilities could be harnessed. However, because of the danger force sensitives pose to the Empire in any capacity if trained, only extremely high ranking officials tied to the Black Cells know of the force sensitives, and not even the individuals themselves know. All they know is that they are better at some things than others are, which is credited to their intense training regimen. But candidacy did not guarantee a spot on any special forces team, and most were sent back home before training was even completed, whereas others lost their lives before graduation or shortly after due to the intensity of the operations assigned.

The Nomad Squadron lives up to its name by constantly moving. Its members rarely get much down-time between assignments, and spend a lot of time cut off from any major Imperial resources. The special forces cell typically operates on their own, receiving assignments via encrypted holo-communication devices, and are permitted special clearance that allows them to utilize most, if not all, of the resources the Empire has to offer in order to complete their mission. But the point of Nomad Squadron (and many other cells like it) is to be able to operate semi-independently and execute operations in a quick and quiet manner unless other options are to their tactical advantage.

So what happens when the Empire turns its back against one of its most effective death squads? Do they give up? Do they keep fighting? But how? Their entire life they've been told the Empire is indestructible and almighty; that it can't be brought down. Maybe that rebellion they've been fighting against wasn't so bad after all..

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So a portion of the RP is going to revolve around the squad doing missions for the Empire until they are, lo and behold, left for dead/betrayed/disenfranchised/etc. After, they will be forced to go on the run, and potentially join the Rebellion in the hopes of stopping the Empire.

Spoiler: RP Rules

1. All RP Nation rules apply (sexual content etc)
2. Be mindful of other rpers in the group, try not to leave them too far behind. (life does get in the way of things sometimes, which is okay!)
3. Put at the top of your post who your character is interacting with
4. Don't time skip without getting everyone's okay first
5. Keep plot ideas and related posts on the sign up thread
6. Remember your character IS killable, however, get permission from the other rper before you injure each others characters. If you choose to have your character injured by an NPC that's entirely up to you
7. Selona 23rd(Month and day) 0530(time/military) Outer rim Arkanis Sector 644.386, -673.274 orbiting Tatooine(current location) 2330(locations time)
8. Throughout posts I will be putting the time, please let me handle it. (ship time)0000/0000(planet time)
9. Almost all info I felt not many would know has links going to one of the pages I have/are using for the rp. Hover over anything 9 times out of 10 there will be a link
10. More rules can be added if the need arises

Spoiler: The Roster

The Commander (1/1)

— xcSkullycx ~ Jyn CP-8634

The Combat Medic (1/1)

— Dozeji ~ Path CP-1724

The Saboteur (0/1)

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The Technician (0/1)

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The Heavy (1/1)

— SpazTheButcher ~ Josh Ray Person CP-1776

The Marksman (1/1)

— Krill ~ No-scope CP-1905

Recruitment/sign-up thread



(I want the start of this to go a bit slower, give us all time to get a feel for each others rp style and characters. Don't worry the action isn't far behind!)

RP~~~~~~~~


Interacting with: BB-8

Selona 23rd 0530 Outer rim Arkanis Sector 644.386, -673.274 orbiting Tatooine 2330
Current objective: Assassinate target

Spoiler: Mission Details

Target name: Unknown
Other aliases: Speeder
Target age: Unknown
Target Appearance: Target is an average height Quarren. Male, known to wear protective goggles. Look for a jagged scar on right bicep.
Target location: Tatooine, said to frequent market places and adultery hot stops
Other Info: "There have been rumors of said target spreading falsities of the Empire as well as shown rebel affiliation. They have gained a small following that has been growing quickly. They do not pose enough threat or seem relevant enough to capture. Take them down before their words can spread further, and scatter their small following. If you encounter other rebel resistance activity, , shut it down. Ensure their followers to do not continue their behavior. Report in once the job is done."- HQ

JYN

Much like any other day Jyn woke before the ships automated system had a chance to send out the alarm to all its inhabitants. The ships clock is synchronized with HQ's meaning the current time on the ship was 5:30 while on the planet they were orbiting it was 11:30pm over the town they were going to. Which meant the team had to wait for the market place to open at roughly 5 am before they could begin gathering any data. So far they have tracked their target to a large trading town built into the side of a mountain. The town is built entirely into the side of the mountain each house and building is made from stone that was dug out and carved allowing it to blend into it surroundings. The town is also quite prosperous thanks to natural resources the mountain provides making it a popular trading hub.

With a soft sigh Jyn rose from their cot to begin stretching. Each morning she threw herself into a vigorous routine starting with a specific stretching method she learned while training under the Handler. She stretched her body, waking up her muscles from their sleep, she continued until her limbs felt warm from the motions and sweat began beading on her forehead. The stretching itself only took a few minutes immediately after she got up heading to the small work out room they had on board. She moved passed each of her companions rooms listening as she walked. It seemed like everyone else was stirring always now, everyone has been eager to complete the mission. Walking passed all their sleeping chambers she came up to the weight room, to call it a gym would be too generous. The room is positioned next to the medical bay, it is small containing compact versions of larger equipment. There was a limited number of weights, benches, and other supplies. Quietly she went through her workout routine taking care not to exhaust herself for the upcoming mission.

0635/0030

After her morning workout she went back to her room where she cleaned herself, dressed, and prepared for the rest of the day including putting on her cybernetic arm. Now refreshed and wearing simple clothing she made her way to the bridge stopping momentarily in the kitchen to grab a nutrient bar. The bars were not the only thing she could have grabbed to eat, but was the most efficient even if she would rather be eating something more flavorful. With a nutrient bar and cup of hot tea in hand she sat at the large hologram table they had in the center of the bridge to review the missions details. Eve though she has already memorized the details she felt it necessary to continue looking over the small clump of information to plan out how they were to do this mission.

Sitting hunched over the table she took little bits and sips from what she had debating if it was too early for a shot of whiskey as she mulled over the information. They have dealt with missions with few details before, but to go off what they were given was ridiculous. They would all need to head down to the surface to gather data, which would be easy using their imperial uniforms, if this planets inhabitants weren't so stubborn. None of the people there would give up their target even if they were Empire agents. She was surprised how this planet and its people haven't been wiped from the system yet. Pulling up more information she was thankful they already had decent disguises to blend in with the crowd. With them they wouldn't bring too much attention to themselves and wouldn't be bothered. They wouldn't need to hide their ship either given it was already a stealth ship built and designed for infiltrating and leaving without a trace. While she was looking up information on the planet she decided to create a small list of supplies they are in need of. While they were gathering data on their target it wouldn't hurt to fill up some of their stocks.

While she was overlooking the computers she was approached by their droids being greeted by a shrill of beeps as well as a low tone voice, "Good morning Commander, would you like me to ensure the others are awake?" Their large K-2SO system bent down slightly to look at her eye to robotic eye. Without so much as a mutter she waved her hand at him watching as he thumped down towards the sleeping quarters to wake up the rest of the team. Meanwhile the BB-8 stayed by her side conversing quietly with her about the mission waiting for the others to join them.

 

[Dozeji]

Patch

The one thing a clone knew how to do was get up early. His buffed up resistance to exhaustion when compared to a regular recruit, especially given his medical training on Kamino, allowed CT- 4721 to wake up quite quickly after a clang rang out on his door. He looked around... yep, he left his room tidy as always. He liked things to lie where he could easily reach them. His blaster pistol was at his side, which allowed him to swiftly open fire in case they were boarded, and his laser knife, which he usually only used during medical operations, lied obediently in his bag. His armor was hung neatly on the wall, just waiting for him to don it. It was old... it saw quite a bit of action during the Clone Wars after all. His helmet was resting on the bedside table. The one thing that allowed him to survive many harsh environments. The Kaminoans weren't fooling about when they produced those things.

The clone got up, stretching and performing a short training routine which included some thirty push-ups,a bunch of squats as well as just general stretching. Afterwards, he began to put his armor on, which usually took a few minutes. Despite it being modular in nature, it did take a while for the pieces to be arranged in a way that they would stick - The armor was quite old, after all.

Ah, the fresh feeling of weight. Something that Patch never desired more than now. They were en route to a planet of some kind for a mission, and he had yet to be briefed. So, with his helmet under his armpit and his bag over his shoulder, the clone walked up to the sliding door and, placing his hand on the keypad, opened it. He walked outside, looking around. No one seemed to be awake just yet... perfect. It meant he had some time to himself. He headed for the kitchen, first. He stored some rations of his. He never liked to eat things from his crewmates, his own diet was sufficient. Thank goodness the Empire didn't shut down that factory after all...

He sat down with his plate in the dining area, quickly digging into his meal. He was silent, he never liked to talk when he was not asked to, that was a part of his training - A clone should only speak up when the situation called for it.

Once the meal was in his stomach ten minutes later or so, Patch headed for the bridge. He assumed that Jyn would already be there. She was quite a morning bird, and he didn't much care for it. It generally meant he was able to exchange a few words with her before the missions. He was a newer recruit, but he did have a general idea of who he was serving with, and those were no regs, as he liked to call the human recruits that the Empire invited into the stormtrooper ranks.. gosh, the regs were awful

 

[Krill]

The marksman waited.

One.

Two.

Three.

His fingers flourished, dancing over the cool steel. One, two, three. He snapped the first two together. Click. Another. Click. Click. A rattling procession of subtle flicks and ticks, locks sliding into place, barrels swiveling to a secure position. Click. Click.

He ran a hand along the brow of the rifle. Nothing slipped. Nothing shuddered.

He opened his eyes.

Perfect.

But slow.

The marksman leaned back, stretched out his legs, and jumped, righting himself in a single movement. He placed the rifle against the wall, beside its counterpart. The guns lay like still shadows.

He made his way to the cubby and pulled on the rest of his uniform. Comfortable, functional, appropriate for life in the close quarters of the ship.

Thud - clang.

The droid.

The door opened easily, but when he looked the droid was already gone. The ship's hallways were empty, patterned only with the routine hiss of its machines.

The marksman walked to the bridge.

 

[xcSkullycx]

Interacting with: BB-8, Patch, Scope
JYN

0635/0030

A wave of soft trilling beeps echoed through the halls as the BB-8 droid, nicknamed Junip, gave Jyn strategic advise for their mission. "Yes, that could work." She was watching the screen as the droid input different scenarios into a program that allowed her to see the probable outcome. "That one could also work, but there are too many unknown variables that would jeopardize the mission.." Her words were followed by a trill of beeps from an obviously offended droid, "Be offended all you like, giving me a scenario like that won't keep you out of the scrap yard." A low tone came from the little round bot before it put in a different set of information into the system.

As the information appeared on screen Jyn noticed Patch enter the bridge, "Patch." She greeted him watching the clone trooper make his way across the bridge followed shortly after by Wight the teams capable marksman, "Wight". Neither of them truly had their own names but both went by a slew of different nicknames thankfully both had a designated callsign. Jyn was never one to try and remember names, let alone nicknames. She waved a hand at the little droid signaling it to stop as the two men entered and approached, "Is Hangman not awake yet? I sent K-2 down to ensure everyone was up." She leaned back in the chair she was sitting in letting her cybernetic hand rest of the arm of the chair while she rested her head in her other hand. She looked at both of them eyeing specifically Patch, he was still fairly new to the team and someone she has yet to fully understand his capabilities. He was also a clone trooper, it was rare for them to survive let alone be placed into a black cell team making him interesting and unique compared to his identical brethren.

 

[Dozeji]

Patch x Jyn x BB-8 x Scope

"Ge---Canine" The clone replied, almost calling the Utdrainiac a General. Gosh, the old programming... despite him never being under a general's authority, he was taught to refer to his superiors as that. Still, the woman was his equal of sorts. He was a newbie here, though technically they were all equal to one another - A part of the team.

As the man that the woman called "Wight" made his way in, he remarked on his stoic, cold behavior. He seemed... odd... He didn't fully comprehend what planet he came from, the documents were sealed and nothing of note seemed to be in the database. He'd have to prod the marksman directly... and judging by his stance, he didn't seem eager to answer any prodding questions. He stood straight, removing his eyes from the man and instead moved them briefly onto the BB-8 unit. How curious... during his servitute, The Republic leaned heavily on RX model of droids, he didn't know that such... spherical droids were capable of moving about, let alone rolling around without any damage to their hull. Durasteel strengthening and coating, most likely.

"I didn't see'em when I was exiting my cabin" Ah, the old Jango Fett voice... it sounded menacing, with that characteristic language twang that the bounty hunter had... at least until Mace Windu decapitated him on Geonosis... that hellhole. His son's whereabouts were unknown, but it was presumed he followed in his father's footsteps...

 

[Krill]

There were others on the bridge. First he heard the voices. Then he saw them

The commander, and the clone.

He passed them, with a hasty salute to the commander. She was speaking. A conversation about the others. About lateness.

He walked to the far side of the bridge.

The viewscreen showed only the expanse of space. A thousand distant starts and one black emptiness. A galaxy unfathomed over which the dominion of the Empire might someday expand. The marksman didn't smile at the thought, but he continued to stand there, hands folded behind his back, as the others spoke behind him.

***
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A dream of greying clouds above a green hill.

Clang!

"A-" Thud.

Tannis raised her hand to the back of her head and grimaced. She glanced over, to the door of the engineer room, muttering curses as she searched for the damn droid that had woken her up so abruptly. But the KX enforcer wasn't one to stick around for pleasantries.

Still massaging her bruised scalp, she maneuvered her way out of the small compartment in which she'd fallen asleep. A hydrospanner tumbled out of her lap and clanged against a hexdriver that had already fallen to the floor, but she caught the data-tab just as it, too, began to fall out of reach. She adjusted the synch nodule, but the device came back with only static.

Weird. In my dream I definitely finished fixing that.

She tried to remember the night before. Working. Crouching. Hours whirled past, uninterrupted. She didn't remember climbing into the nook between the hydrovats, where she'd been perched when she awoke, but it must have been the last in a long line of uncomfortable spaces she'd tried to accommodate before she finally lost the ability to focus on her work.

She checked her timepiece. She had overslept. They would be waiting for her.

She tossed the data-tab onto the closest table, something she might return to if the fancy struck her again.

Ahead of her were two choices, but as she walked towards her room the facade of the dichotomy crystallized to reveal only one. So she stopped there, sliding open the door and grabbing her uniform from the pile it had been left atop the last time she'd worn it. She glanced into the small mirror in one of the cubbies, studied herself as she slipped it on overtop of her grease-smeared jumpsuit. The uniform was ill accustomed to her proportions, a 'best-fit' that didn't. It looked, on her, like a child's ill-advised hand-me-down from a sibling who'd never worn it. The creases of its manufacture were still sharp, now complimented by creases she added at a breakneck pace.

She tried to pull it straight, to tug out the creases, but they recovered, no ground won.

She straightened her jaw, and with a forceful effort concluded her staring match in the mirror. She left her room, and headed to the bridge.

 

[xcSkullycx]

Interacting with: Patch, Wight, BB-8, Click

JYN

0640/0035

If Jyn cared for titles like most other she would have had the clone shipped off to the nearest battle front to die along side other any other cannon fodder the Empire gets their hands on. Lucky for him. Turning her attention back to the screen she sat back up and quickly pressed a few buttons bringing up the full holographic screen for everyone to see. She ignored the stoic marksman as he walked over the window. He was a peculiar man, one built and bred specifically for war. His mannerisms made him a perfect fit to the team. Since everyone was slowly trickling into the bridge for the morning briefing might as well start with allowing those who arrived earliest the simulations as she and Junip went over some scenarios, of course the others could provide input if they saw a different way.

Jyn didn't have to look up to know whos hurried footsteps approached the bridge, "Click." she greeted the female as she entered glancing up only note the ill fitting uniform something she cared little for. Most Empire uniforms are fitted for men very few are made that would fit someone of Clicks physique. "You will be relieved to know that uniform won't be necessary for this mission." She spoke directing her voice to the approaching woman while her gaze was fixed on the screen. The only people yet to arrive was Hangman the teams designated heavy and the technician. Disappointing.

She stood up taking a stance that commanded their attention as she gestured to the information being pulled up on the screen. "I know that we haven't received an assassination mission in a while but I do not expect anything less than perfection during this mission. We have been orbiting around Tatooine above a trading town labeled Wynga where we have tracked our target. Our target is a male quarren that goes by speeder, we were not given much of a physical description as he has been illusive to our informants. He is of average height with the only known physical identification being a jagged scar along his right bicep and has been said to wear protective eyewear." She paused bringing up on screen an above view of the trading town. "As far as our information goes he has gone into hiding and will be difficult to find, however, his followers who we are responsible for dispersing wear a symbol that looks like this." She pulled up a red symbol that appeared to look like a flame beside the other image. "Our job is to find him, kill him, and ensure his following quits their anti-empire behavior. Of course if we encounter any other rebel activity to shut it down." She stood resting her hands behind her back looking across her teammates allowing them to drink in the information. "Since the area is not the most... Loyal... To the Empire we will be going under cover to extract his location from the locals and the identities of any who carries this symbol. Are there any questions?"

 

[Krill]

"Apologies ma'am," Tannis said promptly as she entered and stood, to the best of her ability, at attention. Patch, Canine, and by the window was Wight. She couldn't help but allow herself a small smile as she realized she wasn't the last to arrive.

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As the commander began to talk, the marksman turned away from the window and towards the display. Click found herself watching him despite her best intentions. His eyes flicked to and fro, darting from one part of the screen to another, every movement methodical and desired. His body, down to the short strands of tawny-blonde hair, was still.

His eyes caught hers, and she caught her breath.

But then he was looking back to the screen. She held none of his interest, none of his recognition.

She resettled herself and looked back to the display, tuning in to the commander's words.

Tatooine. She knew the planet, both from brief study at the academy and from its reputation as a smuggler's world. This was Hutt Space, at least in name.

The marksman spoke, sharp, brief. "Collateral, commander?"

 

[SpazTheButcher]

Ray woke up.

His body was still accounting for time lost in travel, and his own body clock's "space lag".

He threw on some casual fatigues and grabbed a DC-17 in it's holster and buckled his belt.

He then sprinted to the briefing room: too late.

He now looked like the idiot who failed to show up to the briefing on day one.

He already knew their impression of him would be poor, but he maintained his cool and sat in the back, reading the board.

 

[xcSkullycx]

Interacting with: All

JYN

0700/0055

Sharp as always was the marksman "Collateral, Wight, for this mission we are not responsible for. Any damage done in order to complete this mission will be looked over due to an agreement I was not given details on. From what I do know, the Empire is not the only ones looking to have this Quarren removed, permanently." She looked over to the door way as a breathless heavy entered the room, "How nice of you to join us Hangman." She spoke sharply with a mirthless half smile painted across her face. Her forged smile was quickly wiped away as the teams technician Yindyu appeared followed by the K-2 droid. "And Beast... Perhaps I should have the team go through their trainee routines, or perhaps put a diagram up to where you all can find your alarms." She couldn't help but sneer keeping her attention on the two who decided sleep was more important. "You two can receive the briefing from Junip-" she gestured to the small BB-8 droid that trilled at them tauntingly before approaching them by the door. "Being on time is one thing, being early is expected... You can learn a thing or two from Wight and Patch they at least know the virtue of waking before your alarm." With a swift movement the information on the holoscreen disappeared. "You are all dismissed, meet back here in the bridge at 1200 not a second later, and bring your civilian disguises."



YINDYU

Yindyu jolted awake as the a large metal hand came down against his abdomen. The blow was not hard enough to cause damage but was enough to sting causing the large furry individual to curse at the droid in shyriiwook the primary language of wookies. "Do not curse at me Beast, I only follow Commanders orders." He scoffed at the metal humanoid pushing it out of the way as he lumbered his way quickly across his cabin to grab his gear. Wookies typically don't wear clothing as their fur is usually enough, Yin liked to wear a sleeve of metal plates on his arm as well as a pair of googles that helped him see the intricate innards of his machinery. With his arm plate secured along with his tool belt he hurried down the hall to the bridge ducking under each doorway. Yin was very tall even for wookie standards towering above every one of his team mates. Entering the bridge he mentally kicked himself as he saw he was the last to arrive though noticed that Hangman must have just arrived before him. He hung his head as he listened to his commander replaying with a simple "Understood, Commander" in shyriiwook.

 

[SpazTheButcher]

Ray, disappointed in himself, decided that he will have no choice but to kick a lot of ass to make up for this issue. He immediately returned to his bunk, and grabbed his only personal item: a small magnetic music player. He jogged to the armory, to ensure his lateness will not happen again. He began packing his armor into a duffel bag, hoping to maintain a low profile, and started throwing on khaki and tan robes, which were very loose fitting. He put his DC-15 on a sling and slung it under his robes, it barely being noticed under all of his layers. He then placed his big gun in the bag, as a SHTF kit. As he began packing, he was wondering what the bars would be like on planet, and if they had blue milk.

 

[xcSkullycx]

Interacting with: No one

JYN

0705/0100

Jyn watched as everyone went on their way to prepare for the upcoming mission allowing time for anyone to approach her with any other concerns if they had any. She doubted they will be able to complete the mission on the first day, but she did want to at least find his location so they can start to plan accordingly. She made a mental note to remind everyone later to keep track of anyone they see wearing the symbol that was provided.



YINDYU
Intact/w: No one

Yin lumbered his way out of the bridge making his way to the work shop. He didn't really need a disguise but he did have a different more rustic looking arm plating to better blend in on a smugglers world. He also needed to prepare whatever technology he figured they would need for the mission. He would have to talk with Tannis about what she has ready or what she would like to have to better find their target on the planet.

 

[Krill]

Tannis dipped her head in a nod and ducked out of the room with the others who were most urgent to leave.

In her room, she tugged off the uniform and found something that looked more fit for a speeder-pilot. Like too many of her clothes, its creases betrayed its disuse. She pulled on the beige pants and shirt over her jumpsuit, then the brown jacket on top. In the small mirror behind one of the cubbies, she caught a glimpse of herself. She pushed it away. Tatooine was a sandy planet, she knew, so she found something to go around her neck that she could use to cover her face if the winds were rough. A pair of goggles, tucked into a pouch; and then the rest of her equipment began to slide into various pockets and straps. She added another, longer cloak, a sand-coloured fabric that, with a few tears to the edges, looked old and tattered enough to fit in.

***
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The marksman turned back to the window as the others left, and watched briefly, unsure of where his own thoughts were heading.

He left after the rest of them.

In his room, he found a black cloak that was used, on occasion, in conditions which called for extra protection against the environment, or the concealment of his tech and weapons. It would do.

He considered waiting here, but a glance around the room gave him his decision. He collected the rifles, his gear, and left. Hollow footsteps tapping down the hall, around the corner and back to the bridge. He found a chair, and seated himself. He laid out the slugthrower. Spotless. He cleaned it.

 

[Dozeji]

Patch
The clone got everything in one go. He nodded towards the main captain of their operation and turned to leave. He headed for the armory. His armor was good, but his blaster would require some small upgrades for the sandy environment. DC-17's were prone to jamming by the sand... He knew of one stormtrooper battalion that consisted entirely of clones that had trouble maintaining their blasters under the intense heat of the planet.


Once he arrived at the armory - the place where he would probably spend most of his time in, fixing up and correcting any mistakes in his armor or his tools - he began working on his gun. He needed to infuse some small bits of durasteel into the small openings in the gun. That would prevent sand from getting into the fusion mechanism and messing up his blaster bolts.

Patch needed the time to also prepare his outfit - A regular trader's outfit, something which would protect him from the sun but also allow him to move about freely. His face would have to be protected, people knew too well what clones looked like. A scavenged phase I helmet might do the trick... but his was still in quite a good shape. He had to artificially scuff it up by adding some small dents to the non-important parts of the helmet. They'd be fixable. He also painted it - A completely dark red helmet would surely scream "scavenged and customized by a rascal"