Post by cailen on Jul 13, 2011 15:11:27 GMT -1
Biography for Cailen Vigil
:Full Name:
Cailen Vigil
:Nicknames:
Cail; Len; Sir; Knight-Commander
:Age:
19,027
:Gender:
Male
:Ascension:
Mortal
:Species:
Melaer
:Affiliation:
Melandrisia; The Protectorate; Ashan Order; Xion
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:Hair & Eyes:
(WIP)
:Height & Weight:
(WIP)
:Specific Details:
(WIP)
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:Place of Birth:
Melandrisia
:Place of Residence:
Vigil Estate, Melandrisia; Royal Palace, Melandrisia
:Parents:
(WIP)
:Siblings:
- Alaister Vigil/Creator (Brother) -
(WIP)
:Children:
- Kaori Vigil (Son, Adult Melaer) -
:Other Relatives:
(WIP)
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:Likes:
(WIP)
:Dislikes:
(WIP)
:Personality:
(WIP)
:History:
(WIP)
"Sir, field command says they can't get to us, the path is blocked. They're sending a transport instead!"
Knight-Captain Cailen Vigil regarded the Highlander under his command, then looked back at the platoon made up of Highlanders and Melaer. He knew fully well that the transport would likely be destroyed on the way, the sounds of plasma and lazer fire in the distance was coming closer, not to mention the rumble of enemy armour. The platoon dived as a large artillery bolt flew over their heads and exploded with a shockwave of plasma just out of range of causing them harm.
"Alright, we need to clear a perimeter for the transport to land." Cailen indicated for everyone to follow his lead, unsheathing his sword and brandishing it in his right hand with his plasma pistol in his left.
"We've got drones!"
A contingent of mechanical Myr'aelaer drones began firing on them, causing the platoon to take cover and fire back. The large exo-skeletal drones began to advance, the purple electrical discharge of their weapons charring the cover the platoon had taken. They advanced so quickly that soon they were forced into melee combat with the drones, and it appeared there was a flesh and blood Myr'aelaer commanding them.
"Hold out, the transport will be here soon!" Cailen reassured them, the conviction in his voice was believable despite his own doubts.
The blade of Cailen's sword began to glow as energy rushed up its length, and he began to use the charged sword to cup through the metal limbs and bodies of the drones like a hot knife through butter while taking pot shots with his pistol which at one point shot up and took a drone's head clean off. The lack of fleet support due to them being locked in combat in orbit by the much larger Myr'aelaer fleet was making the fight on the ground near impossible, the Melaer and Highland forces were losing ground rapidly and the trenches outside the city had already been deserted.
Casualties for the platoon mounted as the contingent of drones were reinforced but fortunately an air of relief soon swept them as the sound of the transport approached, firing all of its weapons at the Myr'aelaer reinforcements not yet in the melee it took up position over the battle. Caelm Sunwielder leapt out of the transport into the middle of the melee, weaving his magic he set of a conflagration at a group of drones which caused their metal exo-skeletons to melt until they were inoperable.
"It's about damn time you got here!" Cailen yelled over the sounds of battle.
"We had a bit of trouble avoiding an AA emplacement they put down to the south of here!" Caelm replied, also yelling due to the battle.
The Myr'aelaer commander came running toward Caelm and Cailen with the purpose of taking them out, Caelm and Cailen had other ideas however and Caelm fired off two streaks of white lightning at the attacker, which he formed a shield to stop only to have his focus broken for a moment which made Cailen able to slip behind him in one fluid and co-ordinated motion with Caelm and take the Myr'aelaer commander's head off his shoulders with a swipe of his sword.
The drones became confused and lost co-ordination, which saw them defeated by the platoon and barrage of missiles and rapid-fire plasma weapons on the transport, which then landed and allowed to platoon to get on board before taking off to return to field command. The transport rattled and shook violently as it took glancing shots from the AA emplacement Caelm had mentioned, the pilot was just that good though and Cailen slipped into the cockpit to find Menirea at the helm and Silya in the co-pilot's chair.
"Thanks for the save," he told them, holding on tight to the wall of the ship as it rattled again.
"Don't thank us yet!" Silya replied, and then unstrapped herself and opened the side door to the cockpit. "Get me closer!"
This kind of thing would be considered odd and a suicide mission, but Silya like Cailen and Menirea was a highly trained Ashan Knight, able to take on entire contingents by herself if need be. The ship came to a halt only briefly and Silya leapt from the the transport which continued on toward field command, Silya unsheathed the katana-like ashta from its sheathe on her belt and with a rush of energy it began to glow as Cailen's had before she started to cut through the drone crew that manned the emplacement effectively neutralizing it.
The transport came in for a landing at the highly fortified mobile command, which was essentially a large tank with thick armour plating, covered in weapon placements and surrounded by tanks, soldiers both injured and capable of fighting and landed bombers that were returning from strafing runs on enemy positions. Cailen and his platoon exited the transport, carrying several injured with them.
"Captain Cailen, the general wants to see you."
"I'm on my way."
"You too High Magus."
Caelm nodded and left with Cailen, the platoon being seen to by medics. Entering the mobile command, they found General Halaan looking irritable, she always did when Silya pulled one of her stunts as she had with the AA position.
"General Salea." Caelm greeted.
"We're knee deep in it!" she exclaimed, looking down at a large circular holographic display of the city showing enemy positions, they were being swarmed and now only the very centre of the city was theirs, fortunately the centre of the city was also like one big stronghold.
"They've got a lot more forces than us to begin with, plus they're getting reinforcements and we just have to cope with what we have." Cailen stated, looking irritable himself for a moment. "What about fleet support? We getting that anytime soon? I mean I'm glad we got the bombers but a few fighter strafes and orbital bombardments would be nice."
"Negative." she replied, looking up at him with a sigh. "The admiral can't send us any help, he's pinned in just keeping them from sending anymore forces down here and being able to orbitally bombard us."
Cailen looked down at the holographic map, they truly were surrounded but with the loss of that AA placement Silya took out, it meant their bombers could at least take off again. Studying the map and pointed at key position to fortify, looking back up at Silea and Caelm with a serious expression.
"We fortify these positions, without that AA placement we can get bombers out again, put tanks on all the main paths in the centre of the city and make them pay for each step. Tell sharpshooters to target Myr'aelaer not drones, without their commanders they become disorganised."
Caelm and Silya looked down at the map and nodded slowly in approval.
"Alright, disperse the Ashan Knights among the fortified positions. Caelm, command the Magus Corps and disperse them the same way we are the Ashan lot, Cailen you're getting a field promotion to Knight-Commander. You're my second-in-command, poor Sidan took a plasma bolt to the chest."
Caelm and Cailen both saluted with motion of the right fist placed over the heart, then moved out to fulfill their orders and dig in for what was to come...
:RP Sample:
:Full Name:
Cailen Vigil
:Nicknames:
Cail; Len; Sir; Knight-Commander
:Age:
19,027
:Gender:
Male
:Ascension:
Mortal
:Species:
Melaer
:Affiliation:
Melandrisia; The Protectorate; Ashan Order; Xion
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:Hair & Eyes:
(WIP)
:Height & Weight:
(WIP)
:Specific Details:
(WIP)
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:Place of Birth:
Melandrisia
:Place of Residence:
Vigil Estate, Melandrisia; Royal Palace, Melandrisia
:Parents:
(WIP)
:Siblings:
- Alaister Vigil/Creator (Brother) -
(WIP)
:Children:
- Kaori Vigil (Son, Adult Melaer) -
:Other Relatives:
(WIP)
--------------------
:Likes:
(WIP)
:Dislikes:
(WIP)
:Personality:
(WIP)
:History:
(WIP)
Jul 10, 2011 16:53:30 GMT -1 @Brett said:
"We need APCs here now!" Cailen yelled, his platoon was hiding in the rubble of what had once been a towering apartment block in the city."Sir, field command says they can't get to us, the path is blocked. They're sending a transport instead!"
Knight-Captain Cailen Vigil regarded the Highlander under his command, then looked back at the platoon made up of Highlanders and Melaer. He knew fully well that the transport would likely be destroyed on the way, the sounds of plasma and lazer fire in the distance was coming closer, not to mention the rumble of enemy armour. The platoon dived as a large artillery bolt flew over their heads and exploded with a shockwave of plasma just out of range of causing them harm.
"Alright, we need to clear a perimeter for the transport to land." Cailen indicated for everyone to follow his lead, unsheathing his sword and brandishing it in his right hand with his plasma pistol in his left.
"We've got drones!"
A contingent of mechanical Myr'aelaer drones began firing on them, causing the platoon to take cover and fire back. The large exo-skeletal drones began to advance, the purple electrical discharge of their weapons charring the cover the platoon had taken. They advanced so quickly that soon they were forced into melee combat with the drones, and it appeared there was a flesh and blood Myr'aelaer commanding them.
"Hold out, the transport will be here soon!" Cailen reassured them, the conviction in his voice was believable despite his own doubts.
The blade of Cailen's sword began to glow as energy rushed up its length, and he began to use the charged sword to cup through the metal limbs and bodies of the drones like a hot knife through butter while taking pot shots with his pistol which at one point shot up and took a drone's head clean off. The lack of fleet support due to them being locked in combat in orbit by the much larger Myr'aelaer fleet was making the fight on the ground near impossible, the Melaer and Highland forces were losing ground rapidly and the trenches outside the city had already been deserted.
Casualties for the platoon mounted as the contingent of drones were reinforced but fortunately an air of relief soon swept them as the sound of the transport approached, firing all of its weapons at the Myr'aelaer reinforcements not yet in the melee it took up position over the battle. Caelm Sunwielder leapt out of the transport into the middle of the melee, weaving his magic he set of a conflagration at a group of drones which caused their metal exo-skeletons to melt until they were inoperable.
"It's about damn time you got here!" Cailen yelled over the sounds of battle.
"We had a bit of trouble avoiding an AA emplacement they put down to the south of here!" Caelm replied, also yelling due to the battle.
The Myr'aelaer commander came running toward Caelm and Cailen with the purpose of taking them out, Caelm and Cailen had other ideas however and Caelm fired off two streaks of white lightning at the attacker, which he formed a shield to stop only to have his focus broken for a moment which made Cailen able to slip behind him in one fluid and co-ordinated motion with Caelm and take the Myr'aelaer commander's head off his shoulders with a swipe of his sword.
The drones became confused and lost co-ordination, which saw them defeated by the platoon and barrage of missiles and rapid-fire plasma weapons on the transport, which then landed and allowed to platoon to get on board before taking off to return to field command. The transport rattled and shook violently as it took glancing shots from the AA emplacement Caelm had mentioned, the pilot was just that good though and Cailen slipped into the cockpit to find Menirea at the helm and Silya in the co-pilot's chair.
"Thanks for the save," he told them, holding on tight to the wall of the ship as it rattled again.
"Don't thank us yet!" Silya replied, and then unstrapped herself and opened the side door to the cockpit. "Get me closer!"
This kind of thing would be considered odd and a suicide mission, but Silya like Cailen and Menirea was a highly trained Ashan Knight, able to take on entire contingents by herself if need be. The ship came to a halt only briefly and Silya leapt from the the transport which continued on toward field command, Silya unsheathed the katana-like ashta from its sheathe on her belt and with a rush of energy it began to glow as Cailen's had before she started to cut through the drone crew that manned the emplacement effectively neutralizing it.
The transport came in for a landing at the highly fortified mobile command, which was essentially a large tank with thick armour plating, covered in weapon placements and surrounded by tanks, soldiers both injured and capable of fighting and landed bombers that were returning from strafing runs on enemy positions. Cailen and his platoon exited the transport, carrying several injured with them.
"Captain Cailen, the general wants to see you."
"I'm on my way."
"You too High Magus."
Caelm nodded and left with Cailen, the platoon being seen to by medics. Entering the mobile command, they found General Halaan looking irritable, she always did when Silya pulled one of her stunts as she had with the AA position.
"General Salea." Caelm greeted.
"We're knee deep in it!" she exclaimed, looking down at a large circular holographic display of the city showing enemy positions, they were being swarmed and now only the very centre of the city was theirs, fortunately the centre of the city was also like one big stronghold.
"They've got a lot more forces than us to begin with, plus they're getting reinforcements and we just have to cope with what we have." Cailen stated, looking irritable himself for a moment. "What about fleet support? We getting that anytime soon? I mean I'm glad we got the bombers but a few fighter strafes and orbital bombardments would be nice."
"Negative." she replied, looking up at him with a sigh. "The admiral can't send us any help, he's pinned in just keeping them from sending anymore forces down here and being able to orbitally bombard us."
Cailen looked down at the holographic map, they truly were surrounded but with the loss of that AA placement Silya took out, it meant their bombers could at least take off again. Studying the map and pointed at key position to fortify, looking back up at Silea and Caelm with a serious expression.
"We fortify these positions, without that AA placement we can get bombers out again, put tanks on all the main paths in the centre of the city and make them pay for each step. Tell sharpshooters to target Myr'aelaer not drones, without their commanders they become disorganised."
Caelm and Silya looked down at the map and nodded slowly in approval.
"Alright, disperse the Ashan Knights among the fortified positions. Caelm, command the Magus Corps and disperse them the same way we are the Ashan lot, Cailen you're getting a field promotion to Knight-Commander. You're my second-in-command, poor Sidan took a plasma bolt to the chest."
Caelm and Cailen both saluted with motion of the right fist placed over the heart, then moved out to fulfill their orders and dig in for what was to come...
:RP Sample:
He span, ramming the blade of his saber straight though a Jedi's throat. It went in, the light dimmed before the tip popped out of the top of the Jedi's head, the purple light shining bright in the crowd that surrounded him, blocking out all light he had access too. As the blade went through up until the hilt, his hand loosened slightly, claws digging into this man's shoulder blades and slicing up, ripping his throat open as he took ahold of the saber again, pulling it clean back, through the Jedi's face and kicking him softly, the limp, dead, mutilated body falling to the ground and shaking slowly as the oxygen blew out of him.
Smirking, his head turned to look straight at the figure that stood before him, the mechanical voice machine in his helmet - so his voice could not be recognized by the Jedi - booming loudly,
"You. Turn. Tell me how many people are behind you. Or around about." he chuckled softly, his hand balling up tightly around the handle as he held them in a 'x' behind him, ready to strike and crouching down, looking up at the man. The Jedi grinned, shaking his head, "Not likely, scum." as the man ran forward, Rainak pulled his hands around, cutting his hands clean off with one saber, the other his feet.
The male dropped to the floor, wincing and crying out in pain. He looked the Jedi in the eyes - making the Jedi stare back into his... solid black nothingness - tilting his head, saber's crossed at his neck, "Come on, be a sport. How much?" smirking, through the pain the Jedi shook his head once poor, "I will die before I betray my commr-..." Rainak nodded, bringing the sword towards eachother slowly, cutting the man's head head string by string, "Yep, of course you will." he then looked up, throwing the head behind him, tilting his own to the other side. "That... add... yeah, about right." he muttered to himself.
He raised his saber's into the air, fist's clenched tight and looked up everyone infront of him, "Hey guys!" he began to cackle, head faced down. "Zap..." he said softly as he rammed his saber's into the ground with built up rage. As the blade's connected to the floor, cutting in two holes, a large tidal wave of force electricity zapped outwards from him, blowing all around him back and and shocking them, their skeleton's visible through the voltage of the shock, blasting back items and containers also.
Rainak stood up, twisting his saber's and withdrawing the blades, sliding them into his belt before walking out casually, giving a slightly lean onto one leg and whistling a soft, joyful tune to himself.
Smirking, his head turned to look straight at the figure that stood before him, the mechanical voice machine in his helmet - so his voice could not be recognized by the Jedi - booming loudly,
"You. Turn. Tell me how many people are behind you. Or around about." he chuckled softly, his hand balling up tightly around the handle as he held them in a 'x' behind him, ready to strike and crouching down, looking up at the man. The Jedi grinned, shaking his head, "Not likely, scum." as the man ran forward, Rainak pulled his hands around, cutting his hands clean off with one saber, the other his feet.
The male dropped to the floor, wincing and crying out in pain. He looked the Jedi in the eyes - making the Jedi stare back into his... solid black nothingness - tilting his head, saber's crossed at his neck, "Come on, be a sport. How much?" smirking, through the pain the Jedi shook his head once poor, "I will die before I betray my commr-..." Rainak nodded, bringing the sword towards eachother slowly, cutting the man's head head string by string, "Yep, of course you will." he then looked up, throwing the head behind him, tilting his own to the other side. "That... add... yeah, about right." he muttered to himself.
He raised his saber's into the air, fist's clenched tight and looked up everyone infront of him, "Hey guys!" he began to cackle, head faced down. "Zap..." he said softly as he rammed his saber's into the ground with built up rage. As the blade's connected to the floor, cutting in two holes, a large tidal wave of force electricity zapped outwards from him, blowing all around him back and and shocking them, their skeleton's visible through the voltage of the shock, blasting back items and containers also.
Rainak stood up, twisting his saber's and withdrawing the blades, sliding them into his belt before walking out casually, giving a slightly lean onto one leg and whistling a soft, joyful tune to himself.