Ask New Age Legionnaire

[Roman Antilles]

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IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER, SPACE

Roman's armored figure stood in an observer deck, the room itself was grand and otherwise empty. There were no other soldiers or troopers present, the Champion had intended for this as much. Surveillance cameras had also be shut down in the room, ensuring that whichever discussions were to take place, would do so with upmost discretion. Lights flickered constantly as the dark force auras palpated and surrounded the Champion; lights momentarily dimmed and the temperature reached a slight chill. As the doors opened with the arrival of his guest, Roman did not immediately turn around but rather stood looking out through the massive windows into the black depths of space.

"Welcome...Lieutenant." Roman spoke, turning now to meet face with the man he had summoned for a meeting. The Champion was gathered in his usual armor, face completely hidden under the terror inspiring sight of durasteel helmet. Its metallic surfaces shimmering with a pristine finish, almost as if they twinkled with remnants of Korriban magics.

"I was most impressed with your service record in the Assault Corps and now, Foreign Legion. Do you know why you're here?"

@Issachar

 

[Coffey Curran]

Lieutenant Coffey Curran knew that this particular call was unusual from the get-go, even Zee, who usually was the bold and outgoing kg his droids, was uneasy about responding. Yet he was here, back on a Star Destroyer. It felt like home... but then again it didn't. He remembered the general layout like the back of his hand, but it was something about being called directly to have a face to face meeting with a Champion, one on one, that tied his stomach into knots.

He made sure to prepare the best he could. His stubble was freshly shaven, his hair slicked back and presentable, everything to make himself as nice as possible before going to meet this Roman character. He wore his traditional holster belt, Bryar at his side, but he was in formal attire beyond that. He made sure his boots were polished to perfection, his deep blue and red lined tunic was wrinkle free, and the white dress pants he wore were absolutely spotless. He heard rumors of higher ups being picky about the image they brought around themselves, and Coffey dreaded meeting one that had such the ego while he looked like he normally did. He had approached the Champion and stood still like a statue after a small salute, standing at ease but still unflinching. Those years of training stuck around long after he left the Corps.

"Thank you. But to answer your question, no. I do not have an exact reason as to why I am here." His speech was thoughtful and soft, the bladed edge of a leadership and strength hidden deep within the metaphorical sleeve of his voice. He did not wish to start out on the bad foot, so he took the chance to let the other figure take the lead. He did know somewhat why he was here, the no wasn't exactly the truth. But it wasn't necessarily a lie, he didn't know exactly why he was called here beyond the vague hints he was given. But for now, he knew this would be important. So he was prepared to do something which many considered him better at than talking: listening. Because every last detail may be the difference between life and death.

 

[Roman Antilles]

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Roman looked at the young soldier as the man spoke in response to his question, the armored Sith still motionless and cold in his demeanor. Slowly, he nodded and pressed several buttons upon the keypad in front of him to launch a screen on the side wall through holoprojector. "I've looked at your Military records, Lieutenant. I must say, I'm quite impressed with your performances in the academy as well as the Imperial Assault Corps. I believe you will find your role in the Foreign Legion most suitable for your aspirations..." He said.

Loading up a different screen, it appeared to a blaster rifle of Mandalorian Design. "The Westar, traditionally it is manufactured by the Mandalorians which have an uneasy peace with the Empire. Regardless, I have not seen them willingly give their technology for our mass uses." Roman spoke, arms crossing over his chest as he paced lightly in the room back towards the observation deck. Glancing out at the eerie dark abyss of space. "I've made arrangements to place you under my direct command. I want you to spend the next few days to assemble an platoon. Afterwards, rendezvous at the coordinates on Telos."

Roman's armored form moved over to what appeared to be a large trunk chest on the ground, sliding his hand downwards he opened it and revealed set of armaments. It include a jetpack, Scatterweave, wrist flamethrower, and wrist rocket. "If you're going to survive the field in my operations, you'll need improvements to your gear...LIeutenant."

@Issachar

 

[Coffey Curran]

Subconsciously, the soldier squirmed. The Sith knew of the reason why he left the Assault Corps. He knew that he was forced to lead his platoon into a slaughter house, to see his company get absolutely dismantled, to be one of the few survivors. He was already uncomfortable being back on a Star Destroyer, but for the Champion to know of this stain on his reputation and still give him a chance to lead was curious. They had to be desperate for this job, desperate enough to give Coffey command without seeming phased by the cost it would entail, credits and requisition wise. This momentary thought passed his mind as he snapped back to reality, turning his head to look down at the gear. The Jetpack and the Scatterweave were indeed very much a part of what his arsenal needed, but anything that explodes or projects flame near his battery pack would be a risk. But he would not say anything about that for now.

"Thank you for the equipment sir, I will make sure to use it to the best of my abilities. If I may speak freely sir, the Mandalorians are not just a customer you walk up to and politely ask for them to hand over their weaponry. The platoon will need to match the Mandalorians in armor quality, have a similar level of training, and be required to use slugthrowers with armor penetrating rounds or close combat weapons. Is there any limitations to the pool of applicants for this mission, or is will I have cart blanche over that area?" The soldier returned his head forward, brushing off the claim that his gear was sub-par. He was stone cold as he always was, but now he was mostly trying to hide his curiosity as what was requiring a Sith Warrior to lead this mission.

 

[Roman Antilles]

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Roman could feel the soldier's uneasiness as he spoke, utilizing the force to gain a deeper understanding into the emotional state of his lieutenant. Fear, anguish, uncertainty?

Good, Roman thought to himself. Perhaps his insecurities would guarantee a better performance in the task to have, afterall, Coffey definitely did not want to fail twice. The armored Sith nodded as the lieutenant spoke and then asked a few questions. Roman slowly turning away and looking towards the darkened abyss of space once more.

"Yes, I am aware that we may have to take these weapons by force from our allies if necessary. That is why I have called you here LIeutenant, you are to aid in that endeavor." He paused, tilting his head upwards into an arrogant angle before speaking once more. "No limitations in the pool of applicants. Your secretary will provide you combat files for all top academy graduates as well as specific credentials that you may wish in the assault corps and Foreign Legion. I wish you to assemble this team for me Lieutenant, train them well, and make them ready to deploy to Telos."

He turned back towards the officer now, slowly moving towards him, hands clasped together behind his back. "This squad will be unique in its assignments. Please ensure that the personnel you select does not have second thoughts about practices that would otherwise be considered unethical..." He spoke. "After all, Lieutenant. The galaxy is at war, and every war has its casualties"

It was a subtle reminder that if they were to achieve their goals, perhaps some innocent blood would have to be shed. In order for his operatives to succeed, they would need to ensure they did not hesitate when time came.
@Issachar

 

[Coffey Curran]

The Lieutenant was not afraid nor nervous, he knew this time his mission had to be a success. New recruits fresh from the academy would not yet have have stomach for the missions they would go into. Those boots would have not seen the horrors of war just yet. But he knew they would be valuable, so he had to take some. But the bulk of his forces had to have a lifetime of experience, perhaps he should pull a wildcard. It would be risky, but...

"If I may speak freely sir, recruits may not have the stomach for the missions your going to assign us to, and those who are already in our military are already so used to working with their units there is no point in using them. But I have an alternitive." Coffey swallowed softly; he knew he needed to choose his words carefully in order to even make it out of this room. But this longshot, if it payed off, would be even more successful than many of his other missions.

"That alternative would be hiring mercenaries or Bounty Hunters from outside of our ranks and keeping them on retainer. They are bound by honor to not say a word of their job to anyone else. We can then fill the rest of the openings with recruits, let them learn how to act as a single unit and as a whole at once from experience with the Bounty Hunters. This way the force has no major ties back to you, sir, or the Empire as a whole."

 

[Roman Antilles]

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Roman had planned all along to involve third parties in his schemes, after all, many of the operations he would have his squad perform were considered "unethical" by many standards. It would be poor public relations to have such reputation tarnish on the Empire as a whole. A slight smirk came to his face, albeit hidden underneath the helm as he moved closer to the conference desk and to the Lieutenant.

"Good..."

He spoke in the mechanized voice, pressing several keys onto the holoprojector as several military files displayed on the large screen. They were portrait photos of potential operatives, names and callsigns along with current platoons as well as notable accomplishments. "I've already had the agency take the liberty to prepare these before time. Bounty Hunters, independent operatives, and some even liberated criminals. They will pledge loyalty to the Foreign Legion. Select those you would feel are suitable for the tasks at hand."

"Keep in mind Lieutenant. There will be no hesitation in the field...." Roman said with a stern aftertone.

@Issachar

 

[Coffey Curran]

The Lieutenant popped his neck and looked through the files, his eyes dashing through them and absorbing their contents like a sponge. He sat with his lips softly twisted, his head gently shaking with each file. They would bend under pressure, this one would be obvious, they would fall under this kind of combat... and his mind went on and on. Occasionally he noted a few of the files, for some actually seeming quite impressed. Most of them were the likes that would be the worst of the worst for the Sith. He made sure the only military picks he had were individuals, those who were arrested or have a track record for brutality. He made sure these ones would be used as cannon fodder, as the Bounty Hunters he selected had specific skills and plenty of experience behind them. It took him a few hours of thorough examination, but he made sure to have a list that would many black opps teams weak at the knees. Coffey leaned back and nodded, his face determined as he makes some of the notable members with roles they would best fit. It was a bit above an average Imperial platoon, but it would be just enough to truly secure a chance.