A long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away... Coruscant was always The Center of Politics, Culture and Galactic History. Millions of different Lifeforms gathered together in One Giant City. For Centurys The Jedi Order and The Sith Empire coexisted in a unstable Time of peace. But all changed as The Sith Empire attacked a Neutral System within the Outer Rim: Mandalore. After the suprisingly Victory of The Warrior Culture The Galactic Senate feared Retribution of The Sith Empire...and it quickly came as World after World ascended The Sith Flag after being Conquered. But that should only be The beginning of Events that would Shape The Galaxy forever in its core...
Night settled over The Cityplanet as Katrin Halt and Daria walk trough The Garden outside The Big Jedi Temple. The Travic in The Distance is thick, even more than usual, and a Republic Cruizer leaves a Dockinport to leave The Planet. Daria walks alongside Katrin. "So tomorrow Your Master actually takes You to The Trails? Do You feel ready? I would be terrified..." Korvan sits in The Baracks of The Big Military Base. Jenkins, The Soldier who claims The Bed next to him cleans his Armor he stripped off for more Civil Clothing. "Another Day, another Patrol....I wish we could just go in a Bar and Relax....every few meters Alcohol and Women....No wonder Half The City turned Nuts"
[Jenkins ... Is his first name Leeroy?] Specialist Korvan was sitting in his form-fitting undergarments, the armour plates set aside till they were needed. He had disassembled his blaster and was cleaning it. Glacing over to his comrade, he said, ‘You know what they say, Jenkins: no rest for the wicked. Maybe the sarge will let us off the hook after this one, eh?’
[Just a little nod to Mass Effect] Jenkins nods enthusiasticly "Maybe even from This Planet. You know everday they finish another Battlecruizer in The Shipyards. Everday one leaves The Planet to actually so SOMETHING, and we Patrol Streets and intimidate Drunk Rodians who piss on Walls...thats really depressing" he sighs, settling down in his Bunk.
Ulysses chuckled, ‘Don’t be so eager to see war, rookie. It’s different form the vids once the blaster bolts start flying around your head and you meet a Sith for the first time. I bet, there are countless troopers like us out there who wished they had your place here, where it’s safe.’ The medic finished cleaning his rifle and put it back together. He wiped off his hands with a rag and then pulled out his medical kit, looking through if everything was in order.
Jenkins sits up again, against The Wall and sighs annoyed. "Im not complaining Man! I heard Troopers defeat Sith. They are overrated for what I heard. Allthough i heard about those Inquisitors....Rumors are they are Fallen and Corrupted Jedi....creeps me Kinda out if I think about Those Crazy Monks being even more Crazy and Hunt their own." He looks at Ulysses "You always speak like Your a Veteran. You ever seen a Sith or Inquisitor?"
The medic laughed, ‘Defeat Sith? Yeah, maybe if he was alone and the odds were at twenty-to-one.’ He scoffed, ‘Ha—me, a veteran? I’ve seen a bit of action before being transferred here, but not that much. The proper troopers would probably lynch me if I claimed to be a proper combat vet. I’ve seen a Sith or two in the fighting on Kashyyyk, but luckily the Jedi who was with us was better by a long shot. Those Sith stood little chance.’ He grew dark, ‘An Inquisitor? No, not directly. I only saw what one of them did to one of our squads. I can only say, I nearly pucked in my helmet and we could only bury the dead.’
Jenkins uncomfortably scratched his Neck. He feels bad for bringing up such Memorys. "Sorry im a Jerk sometimes. Maybe Your Right and we living every Troopers Dream here...well appart from Partys or a Pretty TwiLek riding Your Soul out" he laughs, lightening The Mood a bit for his Comrade he spent 1 Month now.
Ulysses shook his head, ‘It’s fine, mate. You didn’t know. I was eager to fight too when I first enlisted, I understand how you’re feeling.’ He sighed and nodde to Jenkins, ‘It really kind of is. I mean, we complain when we don’t to go out and have a good time in the city. But it does happen on occasion, the guys on deployment out there don’t even get that luxury.’ He laughed, ‘Oh, you’ve got a thing for Twi’leks, huh? Well, who doesn’t, eh? I think, Togruta girls are really cute too.’
Jenkins laughs shooking his head. "Too be honest i always anger Togruta girls cause I say they are TwiLeks....they are just too similar i dont know...." He gets up and stretches himself as suddenly The Speaker echoes trough The Room. "Attention Unit 1313. Immediatly head out to Level 7 on lower Districts to investigate a Riot" Jenkins frowns and looks at Ulysses
[RIP, Star Wars 1313.] Ulysses jumped up from his bunk, ‘Another bunch of drunk Rodes? Whatever, let’s gear up.’ He put on his armour pieces with trained precision and was ready in under a minute. He put on his helmet and slung his rifle and fastened his medkit on the armour. He looked over to Jenkins, ‘Ready, Jenkins?’
Jenkins puts his Armor on rather slowly and clumsy and grabs his Rifle he put beside his Bunk. "Yes lets check it out. Why is there always Trouble when Im trying to Relax? Its like All The Criminals on This Planet Plan their deeds on my Scedule!"
Ulysses knocked him on the bucket on his head, ‘Come on, better hurry before you sprout roots.’ The medic led the way and walked out the barracks towards the riot call.
They both take a Skycar from one of The Landingpads of The Big Military Base. Jenkins Pilots The vessel and descends down towards Sector 7. "Sector 7 is always known for Trouble. Had a Buddy there who saved a Women from some filthy Gangmembers. She buyed him a Drink and half an Hour later she had his Balls in her Mouth..." he chuckles as he drives The Skycar trough the thick Travic of Coruscants Nightlife.
[We playing Troops now? ] Ulysses chuckled, ‘Are we talking about some thug or you, Jenkins? Sounds like your style.’ He looked around the chasms of skyscrapers and countless cars flying through the air. He still couldn’t quite comprehend how Coruscant even got to this point, all he knew back home were green rolling hills.
[] "Nah wasnt me. Girls dont Buy me Drinks....anyway." They approach Sector 7 and Ulysses sees down on The Streets a big crowd of People who smashes in Windows with Klubs and sets parked Skycars on Fire. They are visibly upset.
Ulysses clapped him on the shoulder and laughed, ‘C’mon, you’re not that ugly. I bet my eldest sister would like you. She’s a bit of a slut, though, so there’s that too.’ Seeing the crowd down there, ‘Shit, we better call it in and get some back up for this one. Look at them all.’ Ulysses went on the radio and called it in, ‘Dispatch, unit 1313. We got a confirmed 10-34 in progress, estimate five-oh rioters. Requesting back-up, over.’
Jenkins Lands The Skycar in safe Distance in a Alleyway as Ulysses recieves a answer from his Call. "Unit 1313, backup is currently not available, Riots confirmed in Sector 1, 4, 12, 5 and 9. We send out all available Units, You are on Your own until The Situation eases up in another Sector over"
Ulysses cursed, ‘Shit, what’s going on? This is Coruscant, not Nar Shadaa.’ He stepped out of the car and looked to Jenkins, ‘Get the gas grenades, Jenkins. No way, we are gonna subdue them without that.’
Jenkins scratches his Neck nervously, smiling forced at his Medic Comrade "Yeah....err about that I think i kinda...forgot them under my Bed" he admitts emberassed.
