Run-on Competition: The Chain of Duty
This will be a unscripted runon event. Each unit will have two teams: the special forces runon, where only members of the special forces may post, and the regular runon, where all members (even those in the special forces) may post. The Special Forces runons will be the official submission for qualitative judging.
1. 250 word minimum per post.
2. 1000 word maximum per post.
3. Players must post a minimum of 2 times.
4. Players may post as many times as they desire.
5. Edits may occur on a post until a follow on post has been made (follow on posts include "reserving" a space). Only the author may edit their post on the forums. Admin use on the forums during the run on is expressly prohibited for participants. (Email Sarin and myself for anything)
6. Members may reserve post, but no posts can occur until after the reserved post is written.
7. The event will be graded by Raken, Sarin, and Muz using a rubric that focuses on creativity, plot development, realism, and grammar.
8. (Special Forces) Only two members of the Special Forces will be permitted to sit this event out.
9. Members failing to post 2 x times per phase will be disqualified and will not be given credit for participating in the event.
“What a piece of Sith!” The harsh tone of a young man abruptly cut off the blue figure. “Why would the Iron Throne care about such a place? No population to control, no military values, you can’t even touch the surface without a full body suit?”
The interruption from the young Padawan, a Sentinel newly liberated from the clutches of the Shadow Academy, struck an awkward silence in the make-shift briefing room. Despite the open concept of the Gallofree Medium Transport’s main hold, its current inhabitants sat and stood tightly against one another, shoulder to shoulder, in a circle surrounding the flickering holo-projector and its transmission; and yet, no one from the crowd addressed the journeyman. Instead, it was one of the two blue figures broadcasted from the hologram.
“While our young friend may be brash, he does bring good point to this conversation.” The old looking human male spoke with a sense of wisdom and patience. “Tur’el, my friend, Morotheri and I will leave you to explain.”
Immediately the image of Liam and his Aedile quickly blinked from existence, a familiar event recently as mystery and other forms of secrecy consumed the House’s tactics. While it was concerning not to have the High Councillor joining them, most in Odan-Urr seemed to get a sense that it was a necessity developed from the routine that follow. Patiently, the Jedi watched the Rollmaster make his way to the centre of the group.
“Svolten has little to offer the Iron Throne for the trouble it displays on the surface; however, our sources have informed us that there is more to this occupation than this religious war between the Iron Throne and One Sith.” The mechanic voice of the Kel Dor slightly displayed a tone of disgust for the current situation. “Long ago in a forgotten time on this planet, a mining operation employed by the Sith Empire discovered a deposit of an unknown metal. It was at this time that the Sith Overlords of the operation raided the platform that made this discovery, attempting to hide it with the platform’s destruction. However, now the One Sith have since reopened this mining platform and our source believes Muz wants it from them.”
“Is it even worth noting anymore that you guys have failed to state how trustworthy this source is?” An annoyed voice from the back of the group echoed over heads to pause the Rollmaster.
“I understand the concern for the unknown; however, we can’t reveal our source to those in the field. Should any of us be captured, I fear it would be better for your health to not know who we are working with.” A lump seemed to swell in the Rollmaster’s throat at that thought and the accompanying glances he made to the Jedi that surrounded him. Yet, there was one individual who remained hidden from the Rollmaster’s view and removed from the crowd in the transport.
“Are we to understand then that even you haven’t been informed of this source, Tur’el?” The cold tone projected loudly from across the ship’s main hold, coming from the Nautolan whom laid stretched over ammo crates and presenting a show of disinterest in the briefing. When the Kel Dor nodded in response, the Nautolan shifted his feet to the ground. “Then each of us stands in this mission equally, so let us prepare. Ready your weapons and supplies, and for fracksake; don your body suits!”
Quickly the group broke apart at the Sergeant’s command, each Striketeam trotting over to their assigned stations to ready their selves. A nod of appreciation greeted Raiju Kang as he approached the Rollmaster and slapped the Kel Dor’s shoulder. Together the pair walked the crowded transport as one barked orders readying each strike team and the other provided gentle assurance to those who faced their very first conflict. It seemed to settle many nerves in the ship's hold, at least until both of their datapads sounded from a received message.
"Morotheri has called us to the bridge for further instruction." Raiju stated after reading the message.
"Not just us, either..." Tur'el replied with a nod noting six others already making their ways to the turbo-lifts.
With in the back of her mind she left a small nug from the force about this latest mission set forth but the leadership. Why was this a mission any way? What was the gain for there house? This planet wasn’t worth anything to any one that she could tell any way. The world was dead or it had died do to over mining so what could the Sith Dark lord postlivey want with it? Kaira followed behind the group to the bridge just the same. Maybe there would be answers two her questions once there.
As they came onto the bridge how ever Kaira could tell they would get no more info then what the leadership deemed them able to handle there mission. Fine she would go along with what ever her leadership wished for now.
Raiju walked up to the captain as the group stopped behind him. “What is the message Captain?”
The captain looked at the other leaders then to the group that was behind them that made up there team. “What are they doing here? I only wished for the leadership.”
Raiju frowned as did Tur'el as they both started to speck at once. “There…” Both men stopped to look at each other.
“This people are here because they need to know what is going to happen. They are willing to risk there lifes they will know what it is for.” Raiju said softly.
The captain growed then hit the control to play back the leaderships message.
The “elite eight,” as they jokingly called themselves on their way to the bridge, came to attention as the blue screen flickered before played the message.
“Within the crust of Svolten lies a precious metal. This metal was used by the One Sith to create battle droids that were nearly indestructible. Your mission goes farther than just finding this metal. Travel to Mining Facility 37. Find the blueprints for these droids and any other information you can on their production. These droids, we hope, will give us an added boost for claiming this planet from the One Sith as well as Arcona.” The transmission cut out.
Raiju looked at Tur’el then over at Morotheri.
“We have our orders.” Raiju said as he looked at the rest.
Kaira spoke up first, “Do we have a plan for any of this or are we just winging it?”
“It won’t be easy. The Sith have it heavily guarded with anti-air batteries, ocean based mines, and is flooded with military personnel. The plan: Call of Freedom squadron will do a quick strafing run to take out what anti-air and personnel they can. This distraction will allow us to flank them, here…” Tur’el said as he pointed to a holomap of the mining facility.
“I like it. But what if my guys don’t take out enough of the enemy? Leaving the facility with Sith toys, won’t be so easy and I don’t like leaving details up in the air.” Revak moved closer to the map to get a better view.
“Calm yourself, Revak. We have an extraction team on standby. They will move in, guns blazing and get us out.” Raiju said while giving Revak a stern look.
Revak, seeming pleased with Raiju’s answer, crossed his arms and continued to study the map carefully.
“We move out within the hour.” Morotheri announced.