Post by †Chaplain† on Jun 14, 2007 13:21:10 GMT -5
(If anyone else wants to join, be part of my squad. If all the squad slots are filled, you could be a stranded clone trooper, or the remnants of an ambushed Commando Squad.)
Cain Shepard, or o-two, took a giant step onto the troop transport. Inside the transport the walls were covered in blaster scorches. The pilot shouted back at him as Separatist ships fired their main guns on the evacuating army, “Get down sir! This fire is annoyingly dangerous!” Another bolt exploded beside the ship. The doors of the ship began to close. Water from the constant rain evaporated as the bolt came in contact with it. It left a long trail that came from the night sky. Cain leaned up and shouted back toward the pilot, “Not yet! I need the rest of my squad!” Cain stepped forward and gripped the side rail. He leaned his body out and scanned through the clones. “No sign of them so far!” he shouted. The pilot was beginning to become a bit more frantic. “Sir, should I send out a homing signal?” the pilot asked pressing various switches. The ship lifted off the ground and created a hover. “What are you doing?” Cain shouted back feeling the ship lift solid ground.
The pilot flipped more switches, and the ship rose slightly higher. “Cain stepped from the edge and confronted the pilot, “I’m ordering you to land this thing now!” The pilot shook his head, “I can’t do that sir! I’m under higher orders to make sure you leave this place ASAP.”
Cain became furious. Stepping toward the edge, he jumped off. He was pretty high, about fifteen feet, but with the commando training he was in perfect condition to jump from higher height then twenty feet. He landed on the ground, and rolled to cancel all the G’s his body would’ve taken from a direct landing. The pilot looked at him, then with pause he landed back on the ground. “Now then,” Cain said leaning up against the edge, “let’s sit here and wait for my squad, shall we?” The pilot nodded, then looked forward watching as the other transports left.
The rain pounded into Cain’s white armor. The armor was mainly white, but had Black outlines around the edges. The armor at his feet, were solid black, along with the large black line that runs down the center of his chest. Three red lines ran across his shoulders horizontally. They looked like claw marks scratching him. They were the same on his thighs, but only bigger, and his pistol covered up part of the right thigh. On his helmet, there were the three red lines, but this time they ran vertically down the front, and ran from the top of his visor to about an inch above his chin. The only thing that covered part of them, was the ice blue visor that formed a weird looking ‘I’. A unique part of his armor, other then the colr layout, was the large scratch that ran down the left side of his helmet, over his visor. Where it should've been red it was now white along that the gash.
A transport’s engine ignited as a blaster bolt caught it when it was lifting with troopers. Droid’s were beginning to pour out of the Camino complex. Lifting his blaster he fired several rounds at the droids. They both dropped as their head’s exploded in a frenzy of sparks. Where are they? he thought to himself lining up two more droids. He missed their heads, but they still lost their arms. Walking around with out a weapon, they fell as other clones took the advantage of there disaility. They need to get here soon...
Cain Shepard, or o-two, took a giant step onto the troop transport. Inside the transport the walls were covered in blaster scorches. The pilot shouted back at him as Separatist ships fired their main guns on the evacuating army, “Get down sir! This fire is annoyingly dangerous!” Another bolt exploded beside the ship. The doors of the ship began to close. Water from the constant rain evaporated as the bolt came in contact with it. It left a long trail that came from the night sky. Cain leaned up and shouted back toward the pilot, “Not yet! I need the rest of my squad!” Cain stepped forward and gripped the side rail. He leaned his body out and scanned through the clones. “No sign of them so far!” he shouted. The pilot was beginning to become a bit more frantic. “Sir, should I send out a homing signal?” the pilot asked pressing various switches. The ship lifted off the ground and created a hover. “What are you doing?” Cain shouted back feeling the ship lift solid ground.
The pilot flipped more switches, and the ship rose slightly higher. “Cain stepped from the edge and confronted the pilot, “I’m ordering you to land this thing now!” The pilot shook his head, “I can’t do that sir! I’m under higher orders to make sure you leave this place ASAP.”
Cain became furious. Stepping toward the edge, he jumped off. He was pretty high, about fifteen feet, but with the commando training he was in perfect condition to jump from higher height then twenty feet. He landed on the ground, and rolled to cancel all the G’s his body would’ve taken from a direct landing. The pilot looked at him, then with pause he landed back on the ground. “Now then,” Cain said leaning up against the edge, “let’s sit here and wait for my squad, shall we?” The pilot nodded, then looked forward watching as the other transports left.
The rain pounded into Cain’s white armor. The armor was mainly white, but had Black outlines around the edges. The armor at his feet, were solid black, along with the large black line that runs down the center of his chest. Three red lines ran across his shoulders horizontally. They looked like claw marks scratching him. They were the same on his thighs, but only bigger, and his pistol covered up part of the right thigh. On his helmet, there were the three red lines, but this time they ran vertically down the front, and ran from the top of his visor to about an inch above his chin. The only thing that covered part of them, was the ice blue visor that formed a weird looking ‘I’. A unique part of his armor, other then the colr layout, was the large scratch that ran down the left side of his helmet, over his visor. Where it should've been red it was now white along that the gash.
A transport’s engine ignited as a blaster bolt caught it when it was lifting with troopers. Droid’s were beginning to pour out of the Camino complex. Lifting his blaster he fired several rounds at the droids. They both dropped as their head’s exploded in a frenzy of sparks. Where are they? he thought to himself lining up two more droids. He missed their heads, but they still lost their arms. Walking around with out a weapon, they fell as other clones took the advantage of there disaility. They need to get here soon...