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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 4:13 pm
((...um...so now what do we do?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:32 pm
Cale Darksun ((...um...so now what do we do?)) (( that's what I'm saying. eek ))
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:39 pm
Angel managed to avoid any of the netting, but instead of helping with the attack, she went to Mordranna who was the nearer one and attempted to help remove the stuff off her.
(( This fight... needs more cowbell. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:44 pm
(( might want to deflect the blaster bolts coming at me with your saber. ^^ apparently, you're going to have a b***h o' a time with the net stuff. ^_^;; ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:15 pm
((How is one supposed to get out of this? I'd say to frantically hack with the lightsaber, until it can no longer regenerate (wookiee says this is possible) but apparently the sabers are also webbed to us))
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:54 pm
Mordranna shook her head, fighting off the effects of the stun properties of the net, as a pair of crimson bolts came her way. "Get down!" she warned Angel, attempting to spin out of the way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:23 pm
As he ran, Cale could hear Drako howl in rage behind him, like a beast.
"Heh. The calm facade didnt last. Deep down he's just a vicious little animal. Meaning that if I dont get the hell out of here, I'm going to be torn a part and devoured."
He winced at the thought and ran a bit faster.
Sliding around a corner he ran into a squad of B-1's. He held the trigger and swept the droids with the gun, mowing them down.
with one droid left he pulled the carbine's trigger again and got nothing.
the Droid snapped its carbine to its shoulder and was about to fire when Cale chucked the empty blaster at his enemy.
The droid fell over rather pitifuly.
Cale shook his head as he picked two carbines up from the shattered bots.
"Yeah. You guys really are sad." He muttered as he ran on.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:31 pm
Angel used her saber to deflect the oncoming shots while using her other hand to help push Mordranna out of their way. She then began to try helping her out of the webbing again.
(( Ugh, I can't think of anything to post. ))
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:37 pm
((Sorry Jedi, but I have other fish to fry.))
Solms snapped his Stohkli up and fired a spray net at Angel.
"Is this the Best the Jedi have to offer? Small wonder the Sith keep kicking your asses."
He chuckled as he viewed the jedi's plight. Then he pressed a hand to the side of his helmit as security feeds from Drako's compound filtered through his comn.
"Sorry jedi. I hate to gun and run but I have much more challenging prey to nab. I hope this little engagement has taught you a lesson in humility. Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a man skilled in the tols of his trade."
With that he turned and curtly flipped the entangled jedi a departing wave as he went off in search of the escapee, Cale Darksun.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:39 pm
Fetar.... What have you done?
The question lingered in Rook's mind. What could an ex-infiltrator, the neice of the most powerful crimelord in the Galactic Civil War, and the Sith could all have ended up in such an equation. These were the forces that funded and fueled the war machine. Yet everything was off....
Drako was not wise enough to come up with this, and more importantly, why had they suddenly revealed themselves at this point, right before the big battle when the timing was so wrong? They should have bided their time, at least be smart enough to hold onto their hand until the final flop, being pot committed.
Yet, they had shown themselves pre-emptively. Drako had seemed to not even notice their presence, even Imperius had....
No, Imperius is dead.
A lingering doubt pervaded his bony skull, as he sat staring at the alleyway entrance, a beggar's garb covering his guise. What had he learned about Trey? What was with all the pseudonyms? It seemed as if there was a false name everywhere he had went during his past. Rook may not have had the complete history, but even he was not that uninformed of the Empire's history. He lived it, quite fondly to his memory. Yet what of this politician? Sure, he knew how to lie, cheat, and steal. But those were trademarks of the profession, not necessarily an inbred trait.
Neb had turned him, purged him, hadn't he? The urchin always had exceeded his expectations. Even though he had a Janis personality, it was contained. But the Janis had been unified into a Jedi, had it not?
Rook pushed the thought out of sight and mind, as he stared at the datadisk, until the comlink beeped for him, indicating the shuttle had arrived on planet for his extraction. He slowly got up, and headed for the LZ, humming a tune.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:40 pm
(( I assume this stuff can kind of be wriggled out of in time? And thanks, dears. ^_^ heart ))
Mordranna felt midly groggy, wriggling out of the net in which she and Angel seemed to be in.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:45 pm
((Yep. DA can even cut you guys free with her saber. But you cant get it out of your hair. Ask cale.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:03 pm
Cale stepped out into the sunlight of the Geonosian day and squinted against the heat and light.
"Tarkin's Teeth I hate planets like this."
He glanced about the sky and gave a loud, resounding whistle.
With a thundering screme, the Phoenix blasted past, a pair of droid fighters on its heels.
Cale's face fell.
"That figures. She still wont stop playing with her food."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:09 pm
Mordranna frowned, as she attempted to free herself of the sticky muck. "And, I've been growing it out for my wedding day, too." she sighed, indicating the stuff that had managed to get in her hair.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 8:07 pm
It didnt take long for the Phoenix to blast the Vulture droids.
They never stood a chance.
As their flaming wreckage was scattered across the alien surface, the Phoenix wheeled gracefully around and settled upon her repulsors before an impatient Cale.
"About time you showed up Sweet-heart!" Cale shouted as he nimbly clambered up the side of the fighter. "I hate it when you cut it close!"
The Ships' A.I. spat a line of droidspeak at him as he slid into the familiar cockpit seat.
"I dont care if you ran into something unexpected! I was getting mind fragged without an ounce of spice in sight! Not a fun day!" he muttered as he slid on his figher helmet.
The A.I. Retorted again in Droidspeak.
"What Allies? You mean our boys?"
It blatted negatively. Upon the ship's data monitor a recording of the ship's run in with the Prinny Hawk.
Cale eyed the ship on the monitor, listening intently to the conversation that ensued.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stared at the Prinny Hawk. "Yeah...thats one weird accent that ship's got. And a ship's A.I. woldnt say a line like that without someone giving it lines..." Then he noticed the woman in the cockpit.
"Hey! Its that Fem-trooper from Corellia! What the kriff is she doing here?"
The A.I. spat out another line of basic.
"Wait, that ship landed here?!"
The A.I. gave a confirmation beep.
Cale stared at his monitor as the canopy closed and the ship began to lift off, his mind racing.
"Emperor's Black Bones!" He spat as he took manual control of the ship and set it back down.
He turned around and reached into the passenger seat of his fighter.
Popping the seat up he oppened up the equipment box under the fighter seat and drew out a modified E-11, a pair of blaster powerpacks, four grenades, a combat knife, and a Mos-Eisley Special.
"Damnnation, That stupid jactna is going to get mind fragged by that damn darksider forcemonkey!" Cale cursed agitatedly as he strapped down his gear. He reached under his dashboard and drew a flask.
He unscrewed the top and took a long pull from the contents.
With a final utterance of "Sithspit" he threw the flask to the floor and bolted out of the starfighter, E-11 in hand.
"Damn stupid stormies." He muttered as he charged back into Drako's fortress.
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