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 Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:57 pm
Deakin turned around and looked at both the man, and sticks. Slowly. he placed his hands on the sides of his helmet. Close to taking it off. After placing his palms. he stopped and lifted the baton. He activated it and swung it a few times. He held his left hand and foot out, with his right slightly raising the baton over his head. His skills with a short melee weapon could be low, but his pain tolerance was high.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 11:00 am
Rook made her way through the grime and filth of the sewer, wading through the muck when the paths along the side were too narrow for her to cross. Some women would have shuddered at the thought of this place, but Kira Skirata was a practical kinda girl. She was thankful, however, that her helmet proved sufficient to filter out the smell.
After some traveling she finally reached the underground entrance to the SoroSuub lab, and with some tinkering managed to override the controls for the door. She stepped into a very shiny, metallic room with lights all over the walls, and the door sealed shut behind her. Then, a cloudy liquid sprayed out of the walls from multiple directions, coating her armor on all sides.
Disinfectant, she realized after a few moments. The room served a similar purpose as an airlock on a space station, sterilizing anything that came into the lab. Rook waited patiently for the process to be complete, and soon the liquid was wiped away and the opposite door began to open...
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 1:24 pm
“Copy lead.” Aurora said into her helmets pick-up mike as she sat there floating in space toggling through different screen set-up’s until she found a display pattern she liked. The excellent view from the Aurek’s bubble top cockpit paled in comparison. The walls and deck of the armored “tub” witch the pilot sat now showed the white pin pricked blackness of space.
She could see the other fighter craft of the wing around her, as well as the Bathurst and the ringed planet all had a pair of highlighted parentheses around then, color-coded providing ease of friend or foe recognition. Her hands fell to the acceleration levers and her fingers danced across the vectored thrust controls, a small repeater screen displayed the machines response to her manipulations and a smile crept across her face. She almost giggled, and when she pushed, the thruster controls forwards she was slammed back into her acceleration couch.
Her fingers danced once more and Aurora’s new starfighter took off like a rocket, its twin ion drives leaving twin trails spiraling behind it as her fighter spun in a tight corkscrew. A squeal of pleasure escaped her lips; she brought the ship out of its spiral and pulled back on the stick. Fingers worked the vectored thrust controls and she took the fighter into a vertical climb, she pulled a little further, coaxing the bird into an inverted loop.
She came out of the loop wings level and she locked the engines in place and opened her fighter up to full military power, speeding off towards the ice rings.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 1:29 pm
All too soon it was Cene's turn in the ring.
Her opponent was an Ubese, one of the xenophobic armored beings from a world screwed over by the Republic. They had plenty of agression to work out.
Both warriors had Force Pikes, as agreed upon, and they moved cautiously around each other shifting their weapons about.
Suddenly the Ubese snapped his wrist up and fired a blaster bolt at Cene. Cene dodged and came at him angrily, Force Pike raised to cut him in two.
The Ubese backed away hastily, dropping his pike and snapping off another bolt from his wrist blaster. The bolt caught Cene in the side but she gave the Ubese a strike with the pole of her weapon hard enough to send him tumbling accross the arena.
Before he got to far, Cene fired her grapling line at the man, the magnetic grapnel catching the Ubese's chest plate.
"Get over here!" She snarled as she yanked hard on the chord. The line began to reel itself up with signifigant strength, pulling the surprised Ubese within Melee range of the Taung. The burn in her side adding fuel to her rage, Cene grabbed her opponent and smashed an armored fist into his helm. Knocked down, the Ubese scrambled back out Cene's reach and fired a few more times with his wrist laser, the bolts going wild due in part to the possible head injury he just suffered.
"That all you got?! Cene demanded as she moved foward.
Turning to his other gauntlet, the Ubese blasted Cene with a flamethrower. Surprised, cene reeled back as she sought to put out the flames. The Ubese saw his chance and went in, drawing from a concealed place in his shinplate a small chain blade.
"I'll cut you open, Mandie." the Ubese said as he slashed at Cene's brestplate, drawing a considerable shower of sparks as he gouged at the metal.
Now putting the fact she was on fire on the back-burner, Cene tensed her left wrist. A Crimson blade of energy shot from her forearm with an ominous hum. Cene slashed with the weapon, cutting the hand off the surprised Ubese.
"You may cut me, Chaakar. But I will butcher you." She said as she slashed back, slicing open the man's chest with the pass. A third and final slash took the ubese's head off his shoulders, the corpse dropping to the arena floor.
Still somewhat on fire, Cene picked up the chain-shiv the Ubese had and relieved him of his blaster gauntlet. Such tools could come in handy later on. It would be a shame to leave them there.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 2:39 pm
Koren reached up and unbuckled his buy'ce, taking it off slowly. If this man wanted to see the face of his enemy, then Koren would let him. He put his buy'ce down on his pack and stood back up. He stretched his arms and neck, all while maintaining eye contact.
Darasuum Kote.
Koren rushed forward and swung an uppercut at the man with his stun stick, followed by a quick knee.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 2:46 pm
((Cant resist))
Leaning out of a nearby Tapcafe, an unarmored Mandalorian spied Koren and recognized him.
"Hey! Koren! Your cyar'ika is on the Holovision! She's kicking the osik outta this ubese guy!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:01 pm
Deakin steadied his baton and accepted the knee. Instead of using his weapon, he hit the man in the jaw with his free hand, and went for a tough shove with his elbow. Perhaps taking his helmet off would grant him a new scar and story.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:23 pm
Watching the outcome of the next tourney fight, Pash discreetly comned Ardee, using the encoded signal they agreed upon.
"Hows it going?" He asked, his helm concealing his face and silencing his voice from external listeners. To most, it seemed as though the armored Echani was just watching the holovision.
"Plenty of data. We'll have to sort it out later but I think its all comming together."
"Be careful. I think my target is in the audience. Security might be getting tighter in a hurry."
"They wont know I'm here."
Pash shut out the comn and glanced about. Things were going smoothly thus far but he wasnt holding his breath.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 10:33 pm
Lady Demaia Menaraev, Governess of the Vorzyd System and defacto Ruler of the Gordian reach, wore a sinister smirk as she walked the near endless halls of her grand weapon, the marvelous Star Empress. It had taken over two years of construction, shuffling about of resources, and financing to produce this ship: a terrifyingly huge behemoth four kilometers in length and bristling with enough firepower to utterly destroy one hemisphere of a small planet on its own.
The very though of her magificent super ship's abilities turned Demaia on. She alone could decide the entire course of a battle, a war, even an entire campaign with such a weapon as this. The Star Empress could take on entire fleets of rival starships all on her own if it should come to that, but the Star Empress was the flag ship of a massive armada of vessels, which bore a frighteningly diverse army into combat. Sith Trooper regulars augmented with Stenax mercenaries, Alzarian riflemen, and Amani Warriors along with conscripts from worlds across her domain filled out her ground forces, adding a deadly edge to her military might.
Her army was strong and vast.
Rival Sith Lords feared her.
The Sith Council was all but in her back pocket.
This was the high point of her Political and Military Career. And it was only going to get better.
She started laughing, her distinctive cackle almost musical in quality were it not for the sinister edge that tinged it.
Demaia's two most prized Sith officers, Sir Vor and Sir Ingo Duine, exchanged a glance as they flanked their mistress on the tour of her ship. Their mistress was prone to bouts of sinister laughter. Sometimes they could see it comming, sometimes it came out of no where, like now. Irritating as it was, it was a small price to pay for their positions of power.
"Milady we are coming up on the bridge." Vor said, the Stenax attempting to put an end to Demaia's laughter before it got carried away.
"I know that, you fool." She said sternly. "Do you not think I know my way around my own magnificent flagship?"
The two did not dare to mention they had been wandering about looking for the bridge for the past two hours, instead remaing silent in the face of her questioning.
The Bridge opened revealing a command center as large as a gymnaseum. Control systems, yellow holoscreen read outs, computer monitors, and crew stations were everywhere, with the center dominated by a thronelike command chair, the perfect seat for a conquerer.
As Demaia strode across the floor to her Command Chair, her Chief Advisor aproached her, bowing humbly as Demaia walked on by.
"Milady Demaia you're...right on time." The Vorzydiak woman said, briefly exchanging a glance with the generals.
"Callista Sherrol, my dearest of advisors." Demaia said as she easerd herself into the command chair. "Do tell me: how goes the preperations for my Grand Cruise?"
"They go well, my lady." Callista said as she hurried to the side of Demaia's throne. "The Supplies are almost fully loaded and all the ships you have requested are nearly assembled."
"Nearly?" Demaia asked, her amber eyes locking on her Major-domo.
"A few of the ships from Junction are still enroute to reindevouz with us, my lady."
Demaia smashed a closed fist down angrily upon the arm of her chair, the unsecured items of the bridge floating in the air about her as the Sith's anger mounted. "I have waited three years for this Grand Cruise! It is to be a display of my power to silence all doubters and frighten all rivals! Every second I am forced to wait due to the incompetence of my underlings is time wasted!"
"My lady," Callista said in a soothing voice, "Please understand. The territory you rule is vast. To draw forces from its furthest reaches is a time consuming task. The fact you can afford to wait for such an endevor is in itself a show of power, wealth, and influence. Time is a Luxury, my lady. And it is a luxury only you can afford."
Placated by her advisor's words, Demaia still sulked a little. The show of irritation driven telekenisis ended abruptly, unattended objects crashing back down. Across the bridge there was an almost universal sigh of relief.
"Fine. I'll wait. But only for a bit longer." Demaia declared, crossing her long legs as she sat back in her chair. "I suppose it shan't hurt to show some mercy to my pathetic underlings."
"Your wisdom and patience is unparalled, my lady." Callista said with a bow.
"Bring me a drink, Callista." Demaia said cooly, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "I am feeling a bit parched."
"Of course, my lady."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 2:22 am
The bare hand connected with Koren's jaw and made his teeth clack together. He bit his own tongue and blood started oozing from his mouth in a way that excited him.
YES!
Koren chuckled out of sheer joy and threw down his stun stick. They were now in close quarters so, grabbing the man by the collar of his armor, Koren swung a powerful headbutt straight at the man's face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:50 am
"Your lightsaber," Marr said, much later, sitting on his throne in the grand hall. He levitated the weapon over to Jakar and left it floating in mid-air, waiting for its owner to take possession of it once again. "I took the liberty of having Lady Celeste adding a few modifications to it. The blade should be twice as strong as before, and the outer casing of the hilt was made more durable."
One of his advisers whispered in his ear, and Marr turned back to Jakar.
"If you'll excuse me, there are some pressing matters of state that I must attend to. If you wish to train, Celeste will be in the training hall to your right. Otherwise, you're free to look around the castle and city at your leisure."
Marr then stood and walked into one of the rooms behind the throne, a train of guards and advisers following him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:56 am
Rook crept quietly through the halls, her stealth field generator hiding her from passing eyes and the automated systems of the installation. It wouldn't keep her hidden forever, but she had to get in as deeply as she could before she could reveal her presence. The less time that they had to react, the better.
Fi was in the city above her, waiting for her signal to come in, guns blazing and clearing out a path for her to escape through with the goods. Until then, she was on her own.
Finally, she reached the main laboratory, and outside she spotted a scanning device that Kira knew could penetrate her stealth. Subtlety had gotten her this far, time for the other side of the coin...
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:02 am
"Having fun, 11?" Ritt asked, watching his padawan dance around the space like a blue fuzzy dot. In reality, his settings were very dark, more geared for sound and other aids to his blindness than lights and readouts. It actually saved on power that way, as his compensators were turned completely off. It only meant more power, more thrust, and more umpf from everything. He watched as others fiddled around, and Aurora hit the boosters.
"Be careful Aurora, the engines pack more get up and go than a starving hutt when it sees a buffet," he warned. "Let's run some drills, people. Follow the leader, over."
A ring of confirms came over the com, as the squadron lined up behind Ritt. The idea was to be in perfect alignment, no matter what he pulled. Ritt dived into the ice rings, as the small thumps on the shields came as a surprize. At only half throttle, the ship still felt like it wanted more, as he dove up and down through the ring, left and right, pitching and yawing to make things increasingly difficult. Even flying nose up on it's side, a knife-edge maneuver.
"I thought we were supposed to be practicing, not putting on an air show," Reverend asked.
"Sorry," Ritt answered, as he began to get into the larger ice chunks, swerving through the mock asteroid field at 80% throttle. The fighter had some difficulty responding at times, but readjusting the lag times was all that was needed to retain maneuverability.
"Think you guys are ready for some five on six?" he asked. "That is, if Aurora can finish being pleasured..."
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Nakara was amused by his Taung's fight. The rules said nothing about armor, or weapons in it. The computers continued to send data on the fights to the independent server, backing up on private datadisks and escorted off planet after each fight. The computer used the data between each round to pair up the most interesting fights, instead of the standard winner of one meets the winner of the next.
Fifty became twenty five, which became twelve, which became six... now was the time of the quarter finals. Six teams fought, as the echani and nakara's prided hybrid both fought and became instant favorites in the crowd. The day ended, with one last competitor to be in the top three.
By the coming of the next morn, the final three were scheduled for a new task, a tougher one, with more dangers. The arena was outfitted with traps, changable battlegrounds, unique backdrops and cover, even rumors of live animals to add to the fray. Yes, today it was something far more extravagant.
The rules had changed too. Anything goes, in terms of weapons and layouts, but to incapacitate a fighter would set up a death call, which Nakara would personally hand out. Such attention was his pride and joy. The fighters were hopefully rested and patched up, all their teams were as well, as they were asked if they wanted 1 on 1 fights, or team bouts. It didn't matter, Nakara wanted to see who were really up to snuff.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:23 am
The first guard dropped with a blow from the butt of Rook's rifle, her stealth field disintegrating around her as she struck him. The other guard dropped as several metal spikes launched out of her gauntlet, hitting him in the neck and face. Both had been taken out relatively quiet, and Kira moved quickly to the control pad at the door. Marr's intelligence people had provided her with the password, she only hoped that it was adequate...
The door opened suddenly, and several scientists stared at her armored form in shock and surprise. Just the hesitation she needed to drop a few of them with her blaster before one hit the alarm.
Rook finished off the rest of the scientists in the room, and rigged a tripwire explosive to the door. When the guards came, the first bunch would get a nasty surprise. She brought up a map of the facility on her in-helm computer, and made her way through the hallways at a brisk but cautious pace...
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 1:14 pm
Deakin felt the force through his helmet, and his nose pressed against the visor. It felt like it broke. Inside his helmet he could see the blood smeared on the glass. Deakin had to break from it. This was his specialty. Using his fists. Grabbing the collar was an easy break point. Deakin chopped at his elbows with the Baton on the ground. He took a swift punch below his chin and shoved the man away, to remove his lid. Now he could give him scars. "I want you to tear me apart," Deakin said throwing his helmet to the ground. He wiped the blood from his face and took a deep breath, ignoring the pain. Hopefully, they would end up grappling. By now, a few patrons acknowledged the fight, and armored men were enjoying it.
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