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Post by Draque on Dec 9, 2009 0:30:26 GMT -7
Kamino lay secluded in the fringes of space. It has been a long time since the Empire set foot on the storm planet. And the nostalgia Draque's men were feeling was something he wondered about. What must they think about returning to the place they were bred. Where all the Clone Troopers from the Clone Wars were bred. The blood spilled by the clone brothers of the war was something no one could ever repay. They had been slaves for the old Republic and now they were slaves for the Empire. All of that will change eventually, though. As long as he puts him plan into action.
The massive capital ship dropped from hyper-space and overlooked the blue, storm-filled ball of Kamino. From space you could see the storms that ravaged the ocean planet. Captain Kaeon walked through the sliding doors of the bridge in his dark-blue armor. It shone; he had made sure to wash it properly. He adorned the red linen on the left side of his waist; the symbol of Draque's Elite Guard unit. He walked over to Draque by the observation window.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Kaeon asked. Draque continued to look upon the storm-planet as he replied,
"Yes, Captain. Prepare your troops. We will be landing on Kamino soon. I take it you and your men would appreciate stepping foot into the white halls of it's cloning facilities again. Suit up, Captain." Draque waved him off.
"Yes, sir." The trooper turned and walked off with a smirk. His trooper's would love the news. They were finally able to set foot on a planet and leave the boring spaces of this ship. A man could only take so many card games...
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Post by Draque on Dec 9, 2009 0:55:15 GMT -7
A few landing vessels departed from the underside of the ship and plummeted to the planet below. Among the three ships, Draque's landed first while the rest landed on either side of his. The High Inquisitor was met by one of the Kaminoans as he set foot off the loading ramp. The leader it seemed and his two assistants. The tall, slender-shaped alien greeted Draque with his assistants at his side.
"Welcome, High Inquisitor. I am Milan. Upon the transmission that you were on your way I took the liberty of arranging sleeping quarters for you and your men. I hope you will find your stay to be comfortable." He led Draque within the facility. His men waiting by the ships under the pouring rain.
"I leave my men in your capable hands, Milan. See to it they are taken care of." Draque ordered. With a slow wave of his hand the two assistants led one group of clones each inside. The men followed Captain Kaeon as they spoke amongst themselves about how it was somehow a relief to be back on Kamino. They were not of those new generation clones bred on Coruscant. They were all hardened soldiers from the clone wars. This was like returning home. However, they did not let their emotions control them. Kaeon would keep them in line.
"I would like to see how the facility is coming along since it's revival." Draque requested as he walked in from the cold rain. The Kaminoan led him down a long corridor with nothing but white walls. He was afraid of seeing nothing but white once he left this planet. He led him past an observation window with well over one hundred clones. It was impressive for only a few days of reactivation. "Impressive. I am pleased with your efforts, Milan." He continued the tour. Next, this passed by another observation window overlooking the cafeteria. Draque witnessed as his men flooded the room. They were greeted with cheers and requests to tell stories of their battles. Having them come here seemed to have increased their morale. This was good. Happy soldiers make for more dependable soldiers.
"I have seen enough, Milan. Show me to my quarters." The Kaminoan trotted off with Draque behind him. They elevated to the top floor where they came upon a large room, made specially for Draque's arrival. They went to such lengths to make his stay pleasant. Surely they wouldn't treat him this good if he weren't in the Empire. "Leave me." The Kaminoan retreated himself and let Draque to his peace. There he finally removed his helmet, revealing a dark-brown haired man with brown eyes and markings on his forehead. The traditional markings of a Kiffar. He lay in bed and fell asleep rather fast. He could finally rest in peace.
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Post by Draque on Dec 9, 2009 14:20:48 GMT -7
Draque awoke to the sound of stormy weather. As he looked outside the rain covered the entire window. It was difficult to see the outside world. No matter, today was a day for business not for sight-seeing. He exited the sliding doors after putting on his armor and mask. The corridor's were still warm even with the weather how it was outside. After a while, Milan encountered the Inquisitor, "Good morning, sir." Draque stopped in front of him.
"Show me the Tactica Facility you said was nearly operational." Milan agreed and led the Inquisitor to a room which lay dormant underwater. It took a few minutes just to reach it by way of elevator. It was deep in the sea. As the elevator doors slid open Draque saw the lively room with many Kaminoans and a few of his clones working on what seemed to be another facility. But this one was far from finished. "My funding for this project better be well-worth it, Milan. I will not accept failure." Draque barked at the man as he looked on with doubt.
"Do not worry, my lord," Milan replied. "This facility will be operational within a week. Also, the blueprints for the prototype you sent us are being looked over as we speak and I have my best scientist's and engineers working on it. Once the facility is completed, we will begin construction on the first prototype."
This pleased Draque. The man's reassurance helped to calm him and give him faith in the Kaminoans' skills. With his clones aiding in labor this facility should be finished soon. They headed back to the top levels and parted ways. Draque entered the Elite guard barracks. The clones under his command stood at attention. "Sir!" shouted Kaeon.
"Commander, prep your men. We are departing for Thyferra."
[Exit]
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Post by Draque on Dec 10, 2009 18:36:59 GMT -7
"Move it, soldier!" Commander Kaeon barked orders at his twenty plus men running laps around the perimeter of the Kamino cloning facility. "You think coming back here was gonna be a pleasure cruise? Think again soldiers!" They ran in a straight line with Kaeon beside them. They were all getting soaked by the never-ending rainfall that occurred on this part of the planet. It was hard to think of a place where it didn't happen on this storm planet.
Draque looked out the window at the passerby clones. This is what made them hardened warriors. They had better get used to the water. After their new suits are finished they were going to do plenty of swimming. Draque chuckled as he thought of this. He couldn't wait to see his clones in the water. It would be a sight to behold. He made his way to a communication station and pressed a small button, "Bring the men back inside, Commander. I have another exercise for them." Commander Kaeon ordered the clones inside where they started to dry off.
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Post by Draque on Dec 10, 2009 21:22:50 GMT -7
"Don't dry yourselves off yet boys," Draque exited the sliding doors and joined his clone men under the pouring rain.
"Officer on deck!" Kaeon shouted and the clones stood upright and saluted. "Sir, will you have us do another exercise?" asked Commander Kaeon.
"Of course," replied Draque. "You didn't think running around in a circle under pouring rain was enough for clones such as yourselves did you? Oh no, I have something much more difficult in mind." He revealed a few grappling hooks. "Up for a quick dip?" The clones looked at each other, appearing bewildered. They hooked up the lines on the platform's edge and dove twenty-five feet down, slicing thorough the water and immediately getting swept away by the current. The cables held as they were being pummeled by the fast ocean water. It was painful-to say the least. Plus, they were wearing regular clothes.
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Post by Draque on Dec 10, 2009 23:14:51 GMT -7
After a few hours, "Is it cold enough, boys?" Only a few clones remained conscious from the rushing water, of them was Commander Kaeon. "You never cease to amaze me, Commander Kaeon." Draque motioned to the Kaminoans near him to bring the men back up. They Climbed up the platform edge once they were dangling form the edge on their hooks. "Help your brothers up." the conscious clones raised their brothers and helped them to the infirmary.
"Place them in Bacta Tanks. I want them ready by tomorrow." Draque ordered the Kaminoans. "Rest up for tomorrow, men. The training isn't over. It get's worse with each passing day."
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Post by Draque on Dec 13, 2009 13:55:40 GMT -7
Day after day, the clone commandos dove and got pummeled by the strong currents of the storm planet's waves and nearly cut by the razor-sharp, high-speed winds. The clones who lost consciousness the first day now endured the harsh waves and fast winds. "Well done, but how can you act in time of stress?" Draque raised his hand and used Force Stress. The clone commandos immediately struggled to keep from being swept away by the currents. As much as Draque tried, the clones remained conscious and above the surface. "How about this?" He raised his hand again and used Malacia. The clones still remained conscious. "Well done. Your underwater survival training is finished."
He turned to the Kaminoans and ordered his clones to dry ground. "Be ready by tomorrow. And you might wanna travel light for this phase of training, boys." He left them with that thought and a smirk. If this was the first of many training exercises, that meant they only got harder. What could he have in mind next? Commander Kaeon led his men to the showers and later to the barracks. They would require enough sleep to keep up with Draque's training. Above all though, they;d require fast reflexes if they were to survive.
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Post by Draque on Dec 21, 2009 14:11:49 GMT -7
The sliding doors to the underwater Tactica facility opened before Draque. He walked in to see the facility finally completed. "It's marvelous." he said as he looked in awe. It was not white like the other facilities in Kamino. The walls were pale blue with machinery and computers everywhere. The most important part though, was the machine in the middle of the room. It was electronically linked to the other computers so the computers could analyze and work on the current project. Which was the new armor and weapons Draque's Elite Guard would become accustomed to soon enough.
The blue, shimmering armor sat atop the machine. Along with a pack with two sword hilts jutting out of the top. "Milan, is it ready?" The tall Kaminoan approached Draque with a small purple crystal. It glowed with a purple light and quickly dimmed down. "It is ready, sir." Draque placed it onto the armors' chest and there it attached itself. A sudden surge of purple light rushed to the armors' gauntlets. "Perfect." acknowledged Draque. "Place the rest of the crystals onto the other armor sets and give them to the Elite Guard." Draque ordered the Kaminoan and awaited his soldiers to dress in the armor. When they finished they headed to the surface, under the rain with Draque and Commander Kaeon leading them. Ninety troopers in blue-adorned armor turned to each other and unsheathed their vibroswords from the pack on there backs. They all had a beige hilt with a pale red blade. They sparred for a few hours until Draque ordered them to cease.
"Time to test the shields." With that, on every troopers' left gauntlet, a round, purple energy shield illuminated the dark and damp platform upon which they engaged in combat. The shield itself was fairly small. When held forward, it shielded from the face to the torso, or if the combatant wished, it would shrink and become small enough to protect the person's forearm only. In which case it would serve better in close-quarters-combat. The troopers continued with their combat under the pouring rain. Draque walked from left to right along the lines of troopers, analyzing their skill with the blades and shields. The had Blaster rifles as well, but this exercise was meant to improve their skill with the blades and reaction time between attack and defense with the shield. the purpose of these soldiers was close-quarters-combat and support. Not ranged offense.
The next day, they continued with the same exercise. Draque headed back underwater and checked on the next project. "How goes it, Milan?" The Kaminoan continued tinkering with the computer. On the screen appeared a new armor variant. Lighter and smaller than the Crimson Guard variant, the only noticeable feature on the armor was a rather small jetpack on the back. "It proves difficult to regulate the thrusters' energy through the rest of the armor, sir. But I have faith in my abilities and it will be ready and fully operational soon enough." Draque didn't look pleased, but threatening the man would only serve to stress him and rush the project. That would only result in armor malfunctions and faulty work. "Keep at it, Milan. I too, have faith in your abilities." Draque returned to the surface and rested as his Crimson Guard continued training. Kaeon was ordered to stop their training when he thought it was enough.
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