IC Rise of the Grand Admiral - Episode I - Finishing the Fight

[Feathersnow]

T'tchiirt has her box say. I will get my droid to help carry. Meet you there. T'tchiirt gets IG-GY and heads to the Quartermaster.

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

Zistalna doesn’t say much about getting more firepower, but instead sits down with the troopers and anyone else staying. While it might be interesting to see how the war machine in the Republic operates, she is far more interested in getting to know soldiers, in particular with such a short notice.

“Want to make practice clearing rooms? If there isn’t such a training course on the ship, perhaps we can do with some improvisation?”

[Thundercracker]

Heading to Quartermaster

"Let's stick together," CT-0509 says.

You pick up the droid without an issue, as you walk the clone starts some idle conversation.

"So, we've pushed the Seppies out of the mid-rim, and we're on the doorstep of the Confederacy's Foundry," he said, "we take that, and they won't be able to replenish their droids. War could be over soon. Not sure how I feel about it, to be honest. What do you think?"

Briefing Room

"I am CT-0476, medical specialist," one of the clones says, "and this is-"

"CT-1453, heavy weapons," the other one cuts in, "of course we have training grounds on the ship, how do you think we stay sharp?"

The medic rolls his eyes.
"He's always ready to blow something up, but who gets the work when something goes bad? Me," he said, "still, if you're interested in some target practice, I will accompany you."
CT-1453 looks at you hopefully.

[RandomLunatic]

"Sooner war over, sooner things back to normal," said Skira. A couple steps later, a look of horror crossed his face as he realized who he was talking to. "Ohhh..." He looked away, tugging awkwardly on the right leg of his pants as he wracked his brains for a way to extract the foot from his mouth.

"Do they say what the plan is for you guys when war over? I hear there always work for good mechanic."

[Feathersnow]

T'tchiirt inwardly cringes at the faux pas, glad, fir once, that her inability to articulate Basic protects her from stepping in that sandpit.

Frankly, she had had misgivings about the Grand Army from multiple perspectives since its existence became public knowledge. The human cost to the clones themselves, was, frankly, the least of it. But, actually meeting them, she was not without pity for them.

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

"Good to hear. Shooting we can do whenever, but if we can recreate what we believe the building will look like and practice breaching it, and working as a team, that would go along way. Perhaps the others will join us when they are ready?" She did not mind target practice, quite the contrary, but unlike targets, when it came to a sharp situation, whoever was in the sights would do what they could to survive.

"Zistalna. Why do you have such strange names? Where I come from, you'd be Ten'olch'yre, and Teo'dinc'het're." She hummed for a bit. "Or Enolchyre and Eodinche. Or Chy're and Din'che to your friends. Much more personal." She did not quite understand the whole clone and numbering. Detachment perhaps because the Republic was not used to war. It was easier to send numbers out to die than people. What an awful way of commanding. When her Head of House came into power, that would change, surely.

[Thunder999]

Coralej's first though is that it's not going to be that easy, "Not so sure about the war being over that fast, if they're too stubborn to surrender with us this close then they might keep resisting until we've wiped out every droid in the entire rim. Never given much thought to what comes after."

[RandomLunatic]

Skira interjected with a laugh. "Stubborness mean nothing if no droids left. Unless they try to fight themselves, but I have experience with rich beings-they not like to get hands dirty."

[Thundercracker]

"Sooner war over, sooner things back to normal," said Skira. A couple steps later, a look of horror crossed his face as he realized who he was talking to. "Ohhh..." He looked away, tugging awkwardly on the right leg of his pants as he wracked his brains for a way to extract the foot from his mouth.

"Do they say what the plan is for you guys when war over? I hear there always work for good mechanic."

"Haven't heard a thing," the mechanic replied, "I assume the Republic will need to occupy the separatist worlds, decommission the remaining battle droids, but after that, your guess is as good as mine. It's an odd thing, we've been talking about it amongst ourselves for a while now. We know the war is bad, seen what it's done to the people and the planets, but at the same time, if not for the Separatists fighting the Republic, we clones wouldn't exist."

Irizi'stal'nafis

"Good to hear. Shooting we can do whenever, but if we can recreate what we believe the building will look like and practice breaching it, and working as a team, that would go along way. Perhaps the others will join us when they are ready?" She did not mind target practice, quite the contrary, but unlike targets, when it came to a sharp situation, whoever was in the sights would do what they could to survive.

"Zistalna. Why do you have such strange names? Where I come from, you'd be Ten'olch'yre, and Teo'dinc'het're." She hummed for a bit. "Or Enolchyre and Eodinche. Or Chy're and Din'che to your friends. Much more personal." She did not quite understand the whole clone and numbering. Detachment perhaps because the Republic was not used to war. It was easier to send numbers out to die than people. What an awful way of commanding. When her Head of House came into power, that would change, surely.

"We can certainly take a look. I'm sure others are getting some practice in already," the medic replies. "We're assigned numbers at birth because there are too many of us to come up with unique names, I guess. Most of the clones who have been around for a while have taken on unique names, like Odi. We're relatively new, so he's the only one of our squad who has settled on one."

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if you give a clone a name and use it, they will gain a heroic level, which will make it easier for you to complete more difficult secondary or bonus objectives.

[RandomLunatic]

Skira was quiet for a good moment, mulling it over. He'd never been much for politics. His homeworld was small and remote enough for the entire Separatist Crisis to play out mostly in soundbites in the newscasts. Even after changing jobs and leaving home, he'd been content to work around the war, unless he was getting paid-and paid good-to get involved. On the other hand, CT-0509 had quite literally been bred for war. And considering the clone loyalty conditioning, it was probably a war he didn't understand any better than Skira did.

It was quite sobering.

Finally, he spoke. "When I little, grandma once tell me, 'Skira, you can only control you. Others's actions not your responsibility.'"

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

"I'm sure they do Chy're, but I've been taught that practice as a team if what matters. Anyone can shoot a target in a calm environment. Not everyone can avoid being the way when quarters are close and tight." She considered them for a while and their naming. "I see." She leaves her judgement out of it.

[Thundercracker]

Quartermaster

You arrive at the Ordnance quartermaster's office. Two staffers work desks near the entrance, while a Siniteen, easily identifiable by his bulbous head, sits at a larger desk in the rear of the office, tapping away at his terminal. There is an armory guarded by two clone troopers on the far side.

One of the staffers looks up as you enter.
"Can I help you?" he asks.


Proving Arena

There is a large training arena on-board, and it can be set up with various scenarios and obstacles to overcome. There is an observation deck, where you can look through transparisteel see what is going on in the arena.
Currently, a squad of five is engaged in a mock firefight with training droids, some of which man towers or take cover behind obstacles, making it tricky to avoid getting shot.
CT-1453 explains that you can schedule time in the proving grounds to take a run through the obstacle course, and it can be set up as something similar to what you might find at the Corporate Alliance HQ.

There is a lounge nearby, where some small snacks are available from auto-dispensers. A few dozen clone troopers mill about the area, relaxing and chatting. The non-clones of your group draw some curious stares, but nobody mentions anything (yet).

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we won't actually RP through the proving arena scenario, rather, we can make a few rolls to see how the squad does.

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

"Let's get something booked and try to get everyone used to cooperate."

Spoiler: OOC

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Unless protested, Zistalna will begin to refer the medic as Chy're and the heavy weapons specialist as Din'che.
Let me know what sort of rolls would be needed!

[Thunder999]

"We're here to request some explosives for the clones on Commander Sadaki's next mission."

[RandomLunatic]

"And the non-clones too," Skira added quickly.

[Thundercracker]

Irizi'stal'nafis

"Let's get something booked and try to get everyone used to cooperate."

Spoiler: OOC

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Unless protested, Zistalna will begin to refer the medic as Chy're and the heavy weapons specialist as Din'che.
Let me know what sort of rolls would be needed!

"Never heard that before, what's it mean?" the medic asks.

"Dinche? Sounds like the noise a clanker makes when it walks," the heavy weapons clone says.
"Setting up the training session is easy, c'mon, I'll show ya," he adds.

There are a few options, one of which is a floor clearing exercise. There is an option for difficulty, 1-5.

"We're here to request some explosives for the clones on Commander Sadaki's next mission."

The staffer nods.

"Non-clones have been assigned credit allowance allocation. If there is any left, they can use that to requisition arms and ordnance," the staffer replied as he looks through a computer terminal, "Hmmm... Commander Sadaki has four troopers, I'll need to know what kind of explosives, and a justification for the additional ordnance."

He hands a datapad over to you with a blank requisition form.

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Players have their starting credits, if you have anything left over, you can buy more and skip licensing cost. For the clones, we can RP this out or solve it with a roll: deception, persuasion, knowledge bureaucracy, or something else if you can make it make sense.

[Feathersnow]

T'tchiirt waves for the pad and looks it over. I can help.

Spoiler: Bureaucracy

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(1d20+8)[15]

[Thunder999]

"Go ahead, I've never liked bureaucracy."

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

"Chy're is the shortening of Enolchyre, which is the short hand for Ten'olch'yre. Chy're means, hmm, Chy is cold wind that seeps through the body and you can't quite get rid off, and re by itself means little, but together with a verb, it means strong, powerful?"

"Din'che." Zistalna repeats. "There's a tongue flick between Din and che, perhaps Dintche would be how you'd express it? Din is a reflection of light that's almost blinding, che is a form of ice, the kind you can see through, but can't punch through" There were a lot of variants of ice and snow, but the language spoken here did not take that into account. They had a single word, where ice could be so different. "It does not play very well in your language, but it would mean something along the lines of strong ice that reflects the light in a blinding way."

"What does these step means? What do you practice normally? We go one step below that, because you are used to work with one another, and the rest of us are newcomers. Don't expect us to keep even steps with you. Yet."

[RandomLunatic]

"We take fortress, with potential high-value beings for capture onsite. Frag and ion grenades to clear rooms, and breaching charges for doors," Skira explained. Then he leaned to give T'tchiirt a hand the forms, having had experience with Republic bureaucracy in claiming bounties.

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Aiding T'tchiirt
Bureacracy - (1d20+2)[8]

[Thundercracker]

You fill out the forms and receive approval for four additional fragmentation grenades, one for each clone.

At the proving grounds, the request is made at a difficulty of 2, and group's turn comes soon enough. The arena is set up to look like the floor of an office building, with mock desks set up for cover, as well as thin walls to represent hallways. You are issued training rifles so as not to cause too much damage. Your goal is for as many team members to reach the other side of the room, as quickly as possible. As you enter the first section, you see that there are three ways you could go, straight ahead, to the right, or to the left.

You can divide your forces here or stick together.

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ok, you can decide who to send where. If you stick together, you have a better chance of punching through any defense, but if you split up, it might be possible to flank the enemy, which would make it easier to defeat them and move on.

"Let's stay together and shoot all the droids. The fastest way through is a straight line down the middle, and more guns means we should outnumber them at every chokepoint," the heavy weapons specialist clone says.

"I recommend splitting our forces at least two ways," the medic says, "flanking the enemy is why we work in teams."

[Thunder999]

Coralej had been a little disappointed to find out the new guy couldn't actually speak Basic, but having someone who can handle the bureaucracy seems like an excellent additon.
He leads the group over to the proving grounds, having been notified over his commlink that they're doing some training.

[RandomLunatic]

"Too crowded for everyone on same path. Four up middle, two per side. I take right side," Skira said, hefting his rifle.

((I'm assuming Odi's missing training on account of his arm.))

[Harmony]

Irizi'stal'nafis

“I will agree with the plan of three parties, a stronger vanguard and two mobile parties. One moving up the sides, and one held in reserves to be able to flank or reinforce where it is needed. Committing all troops at once means there are no options if or rather when the situation changes, and deploying to many in one group makes them vulnerable to grenades. No one should go alone, it is better to loosen the strength of the vanguard to ensure everyone has someone with them.” She paused for a bit.

“The obstacle course may have problems of its own so we also best have slicers divided by teams as well as ability to… open… doors or disarm armaments.” She draws with her fingers, quickly formulating plans within plans. She was no officer material, but she knew how to make a complex plan that once broken down was simple enough that everyone knew their job, and their comrades job.

[Feathersnow]

I can Slice, IG-GY stays with me. T'tchiirt indicates her bodyguard Droid, a Droid trooper with an IG model head.

[RandomLunatic]

"I not good with locks. Do they lock doors on training course?" Skira asked the nearest Clone trooper.

[Thundercracker]

"I not good with locks. Do they lock doors on training course?" Skira asked the nearest Clone trooper.

"Nah, not usually, but I've never been on this proving ground before," one of the clones, you think it's the heavy weapons specialist, replied.

[RandomLunatic]

Skira nodded, then turned to Coralej. "How we play?" This seemed like a low-risk to get a handle on the squad leader.

[Thunder999]

Coralej shrugs "I am unfamiliar with these practice scenarios, seems simply enough, stick to cover and blast our way through whatever opposition is arrayed against us."

[Thundercracker]

Coralej shrugs "I am unfamiliar with these practice scenarios, seems simply enough, stick to cover and blast our way through whatever opposition is arrayed against us."

“It usually is that simple,” one of the clones replied, “but some rooms have a kill switch which, if you reach it, will deactivate all droids in the room. We should keep an eye open for those.”