Post by LoneWolf on Jul 3, 2007 23:30:59 GMT -5
Name: Raye Hyruta "Lone Wolf" (or 'Wolf' for short)
Age: 25
Race: Clone
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 0
Weight: 152 lbs. (without equipment) 193 lbs. (with equipment)
Era: The second clone war
Allegiance: None, freelancer
Class: ARC (Advanced Recon Clone) Commando (squad leader)
Skills: Advanced Weapon Training, Advanced Tactical Maneuvering, Advanced Physical Training, Basic Force Barrier Training
Weapons:
DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System and attachments:
-long-range ion pulse sniper rifle with an electromagnetic scope (the IPS rifle round was a projectile encased in blaster energy), or an anti-armor charge launcher equipped with explosive grenades
DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
Knuckle Plate Vibro Blade
Equipment:
Mark III Katarn Armor:
-Mark II enhancements (reinforced against Verpine shatter guns and EMP weaponry)
-was blaster resistant against ordnance up to light cannon rounds
-3 Incendary Grenades
Appearance:
-Constantly covered by his customly painted 'Mark III Katarn armor'. He wore the basic silver-grey color with an overlapping black overcoat at certain points. Those certain points were all the armor plates below the knee cap (the knee cap was a blood red color), a thick line running from the center of the elbow pads to the top of his hands, and a similar black line only wider, and it ran down the center of the chest plate in between two thinner blood red lines running parralel to the black line. The shoulder pads were black as well, but they had a thick blood red line running from the neck to the tip of the shoulder plate.
The helmet was custom painted as well. It was mainly black, but the sides were the basic silver-grey. Two red lines ran from the top, down the front, over the glowing, icy blue, visor, and to the chin.
History:
‘Wolf’ was expertly trained in many ways. After losing several commandos from Jedi mind tricks, he was the first to be put to Force Barriers to keep things like that from happening. It was rough, but after several years he able to block most mind forces. Capable of killing Jedi, he was constantly sent on assassination missions to eliminate them.
After meeting a beautiful young Jedi he was incapable of killing her. After hearing that his assignation attempt failed he fled, and put his armor away for good. He changed his name to Raye Hyruta, a merchant in Coruscant. The young Jedi fled with him, but after a good five years she was killed, by a Sith Assassin.
Raye was furious and heart broken, he had just begun to learn the feeling of love, and it was taken away from him. With practically no feelings for other people, he began a lone wolf hunt against the Sith, and soon it turned into a mercenary job against the highest payer. Practically by himself, he became a freelancer. Withdrawing his armor, and placing it back on, he became the ARC commando everyone had come to know, and now fear. He withdrew his old weapons, and bought himself some stolen ammo clips from secret buyers. Now it was WAR…
Introduction:
This doesn't involve my Star Wars Commando, but this is something I typed
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 custom painted. He wore the basic silver-grey color with an overlapping black overcoat at certain points. Those certain points were all the armor plates below the knee cap (the knee cap was a blood red color), a thick line running from the center of the elbow pads to the top of his hands, and a similar black line only wider, and it ran down the center of the chest plate in between two thinner blood red lines running parralel to the black line. The shoulder pads were black as well, but they had a thick blood red line running from the neck to the tip of the shoulder plate.
The helmet was custom painted as well. It was mainly black, but the sides were the basic silver-grey. Two red lines ran from the top, down the front, over the glowing, icy blue, visor, and to the chin.
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 their disability. They need to get here soon...
Age: 25
Race: Clone
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 0
Weight: 152 lbs. (without equipment) 193 lbs. (with equipment)
Era: The second clone war
Allegiance: None, freelancer
Class: ARC (Advanced Recon Clone) Commando (squad leader)
Skills: Advanced Weapon Training, Advanced Tactical Maneuvering, Advanced Physical Training, Basic Force Barrier Training
Weapons:
DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System and attachments:
-long-range ion pulse sniper rifle with an electromagnetic scope (the IPS rifle round was a projectile encased in blaster energy), or an anti-armor charge launcher equipped with explosive grenades
DC-15s Side Arm Blaster
Knuckle Plate Vibro Blade
Equipment:
Mark III Katarn Armor:
-Mark II enhancements (reinforced against Verpine shatter guns and EMP weaponry)
-was blaster resistant against ordnance up to light cannon rounds
-3 Incendary Grenades
Appearance:
-Constantly covered by his customly painted 'Mark III Katarn armor'. He wore the basic silver-grey color with an overlapping black overcoat at certain points. Those certain points were all the armor plates below the knee cap (the knee cap was a blood red color), a thick line running from the center of the elbow pads to the top of his hands, and a similar black line only wider, and it ran down the center of the chest plate in between two thinner blood red lines running parralel to the black line. The shoulder pads were black as well, but they had a thick blood red line running from the neck to the tip of the shoulder plate.
The helmet was custom painted as well. It was mainly black, but the sides were the basic silver-grey. Two red lines ran from the top, down the front, over the glowing, icy blue, visor, and to the chin.
History:
‘Wolf’ was expertly trained in many ways. After losing several commandos from Jedi mind tricks, he was the first to be put to Force Barriers to keep things like that from happening. It was rough, but after several years he able to block most mind forces. Capable of killing Jedi, he was constantly sent on assassination missions to eliminate them.
After meeting a beautiful young Jedi he was incapable of killing her. After hearing that his assignation attempt failed he fled, and put his armor away for good. He changed his name to Raye Hyruta, a merchant in Coruscant. The young Jedi fled with him, but after a good five years she was killed, by a Sith Assassin.
Raye was furious and heart broken, he had just begun to learn the feeling of love, and it was taken away from him. With practically no feelings for other people, he began a lone wolf hunt against the Sith, and soon it turned into a mercenary job against the highest payer. Practically by himself, he became a freelancer. Withdrawing his armor, and placing it back on, he became the ARC commando everyone had come to know, and now fear. He withdrew his old weapons, and bought himself some stolen ammo clips from secret buyers. Now it was WAR…
Introduction:
This doesn't involve my Star Wars Commando, but this is something I typed
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 custom painted. He wore the basic silver-grey color with an overlapping black overcoat at certain points. Those certain points were all the armor plates below the knee cap (the knee cap was a blood red color), a thick line running from the center of the elbow pads to the top of his hands, and a similar black line only wider, and it ran down the center of the chest plate in between two thinner blood red lines running parralel to the black line. The shoulder pads were black as well, but they had a thick blood red line running from the neck to the tip of the shoulder plate.
The helmet was custom painted as well. It was mainly black, but the sides were the basic silver-grey. Two red lines ran from the top, down the front, over the glowing, icy blue, visor, and to the chin.
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 their disability. They need to get here soon...
