Corrine Solus
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KROWNEST
1800 Hours
The first level of the base is has been secured but the lower levels are locked down by automated security. Members must deal with the droids and automated defenses by either destroying all of it or reaching a computer mainframe on the lowest level and shutting the system down.
Plot Thread ; Dice Rolled
@EmilyHuene ; @Gian Greydragon ; @Raydo [/fancybox2]
Another mission for the glory of Mandalor! The young red head daughter of House Eldar could not be more thrilled. While the mission was given to them by a separate clan -Clan Wren- Corrine was still more than happy to help. The objective was to set up an outpost for all Mandalorians to use in the war effort. Corrine could get behind that. Not only for her own selfish reasons, but for the good of the people.
While it was not a secret, Corrine tried to keep her family's history from being gossiped about. When Corrine was just turning into a young adult and about to be on her own, her father committed suicide. It was a dishonest and disgraceful thing to do and it brought nothing but shame upon the family of all girls. Her father had always wanted a son in which to raise and share in combat with. Now, girls in Mandalorian culture were just as capable of men; something the red head proved time and time again with her mercenary friends from Clan Solus. Her father had even trained Corrine's two elder sisters. But neither of them had the spark that Corrine had for battle and by the time he'd finished training Corrine he just couldn't take the failure of his own shortcomings.
It had been custom to not have more than one child at a time so that each child could be brought up knowing how to fight and defend their house and home. Their father had set it in his mind that he would try again after her finished raising Corrine. But as the years took a toll on him he just couldn't bring himself to do so and took his life instead. Corrine could see all the signs that her father was getting more and more depressed as time went on, but she'd never thought he'd do something so cowardly. It left a huge hole in her heart. Even worse, the people she thought were her friends and neighbors suddenly began to ignore the fact their father had even existed. Better to cast out the weak and pretend he never existed. That was his punishment. A punishment Corrine bore more than anyone.
It had been from then on that Corrine dedicated her life to restoring her family's honor. She'd joined a mercenary group and married one of the members which happened to be in the same clan as her. Together the rag tag group carried out several missions for the glory of Mandalore. But then she learned her husband had perished.
Corrine was devastated. Loss was natural for Mandalorians. But it didn't make the pain any less. She hadn't seen him in months and for all she knew he'd died not knowing all the amazing things she'd done; Corrine liked to send him video messages from time to time. He never sent any back, that was just his way of life. How many would go unwatched...?
As she flew out to the system of Krownest, she tried not to cry for the hundreth time. She was flying a Kal class fighter ship which was currently flying through hyperspace at light speed. She was sitting in the pilot's seat even though auto-pilot was technically engaged from the navi-computer. Her mind too distracted to go find something else to do with her time. Like any other day, she wore her iron skin, her race's Beskar'gam that Corrine had painted red in which to honor her family. On her hips were two "strill" blaster pistols[/U] and in the other room was her favorite Westar C-1 blaster rifle. She never carried any other weapon, though some Mandalorians liked to have vibro knives. Eventually she'd get one. She did have a wrist mounted flamethrower though, but she didn't consider that a "weapon" since she didn't hold it in her hands.
A flashing light on the ship's console indicated that they were getting close. She would sit up and pull the ship out of hyperspace as Krownest appeared in her sight. She sighed and took a moment to calm herself down. Now was no time to be dwelling over things that were beyond her control. She was on a mission. So she focused on that. They were here to take out a base. The Alpha team, the first team to show up, had already broken into the base and secured the first level. Beyond that were automated security measures that would need some more attention than what they'd expected when storming the base. Insert Corrine Eldar. She had no idea what was waiting for her in the lower floors of the base, but she was sure it would fall at the end of her blaster. If there was one thing she was good at, one thing her father drilled into her, it was fighting. Corrine would take this base, or die trying. There was no surrender. No giving up. She was all in.
For she had nothing to lose....
"This is Corrine Eldar," she would radio in to the base down below. "I'll be in your sights momentarily. I'd rather not get shot down today, kk?"
KROWNEST
1800 Hours
The first level of the base is has been secured but the lower levels are locked down by automated security. Members must deal with the droids and automated defenses by either destroying all of it or reaching a computer mainframe on the lowest level and shutting the system down.
Plot Thread ; Dice Rolled
@EmilyHuene ; @Gian Greydragon ; @Raydo [/fancybox2]
Another mission for the glory of Mandalor! The young red head daughter of House Eldar could not be more thrilled. While the mission was given to them by a separate clan -Clan Wren- Corrine was still more than happy to help. The objective was to set up an outpost for all Mandalorians to use in the war effort. Corrine could get behind that. Not only for her own selfish reasons, but for the good of the people.
While it was not a secret, Corrine tried to keep her family's history from being gossiped about. When Corrine was just turning into a young adult and about to be on her own, her father committed suicide. It was a dishonest and disgraceful thing to do and it brought nothing but shame upon the family of all girls. Her father had always wanted a son in which to raise and share in combat with. Now, girls in Mandalorian culture were just as capable of men; something the red head proved time and time again with her mercenary friends from Clan Solus. Her father had even trained Corrine's two elder sisters. But neither of them had the spark that Corrine had for battle and by the time he'd finished training Corrine he just couldn't take the failure of his own shortcomings.
It had been custom to not have more than one child at a time so that each child could be brought up knowing how to fight and defend their house and home. Their father had set it in his mind that he would try again after her finished raising Corrine. But as the years took a toll on him he just couldn't bring himself to do so and took his life instead. Corrine could see all the signs that her father was getting more and more depressed as time went on, but she'd never thought he'd do something so cowardly. It left a huge hole in her heart. Even worse, the people she thought were her friends and neighbors suddenly began to ignore the fact their father had even existed. Better to cast out the weak and pretend he never existed. That was his punishment. A punishment Corrine bore more than anyone.
It had been from then on that Corrine dedicated her life to restoring her family's honor. She'd joined a mercenary group and married one of the members which happened to be in the same clan as her. Together the rag tag group carried out several missions for the glory of Mandalore. But then she learned her husband had perished.
Corrine was devastated. Loss was natural for Mandalorians. But it didn't make the pain any less. She hadn't seen him in months and for all she knew he'd died not knowing all the amazing things she'd done; Corrine liked to send him video messages from time to time. He never sent any back, that was just his way of life. How many would go unwatched...?
As she flew out to the system of Krownest, she tried not to cry for the hundreth time. She was flying a Kal class fighter ship which was currently flying through hyperspace at light speed. She was sitting in the pilot's seat even though auto-pilot was technically engaged from the navi-computer. Her mind too distracted to go find something else to do with her time. Like any other day, she wore her iron skin, her race's Beskar'gam that Corrine had painted red in which to honor her family. On her hips were two "strill" blaster pistols[/U] and in the other room was her favorite Westar C-1 blaster rifle. She never carried any other weapon, though some Mandalorians liked to have vibro knives. Eventually she'd get one. She did have a wrist mounted flamethrower though, but she didn't consider that a "weapon" since she didn't hold it in her hands.
A flashing light on the ship's console indicated that they were getting close. She would sit up and pull the ship out of hyperspace as Krownest appeared in her sight. She sighed and took a moment to calm herself down. Now was no time to be dwelling over things that were beyond her control. She was on a mission. So she focused on that. They were here to take out a base. The Alpha team, the first team to show up, had already broken into the base and secured the first level. Beyond that were automated security measures that would need some more attention than what they'd expected when storming the base. Insert Corrine Eldar. She had no idea what was waiting for her in the lower floors of the base, but she was sure it would fall at the end of her blaster. If there was one thing she was good at, one thing her father drilled into her, it was fighting. Corrine would take this base, or die trying. There was no surrender. No giving up. She was all in.
For she had nothing to lose....
"This is Corrine Eldar," she would radio in to the base down below. "I'll be in your sights momentarily. I'd rather not get shot down today, kk?"