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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:14 pm
Waving goodbye to Melissa for the night, Randall turned to his newest acquisition. "Ready to head back?" He asked the droid, who responded with an affirmative whistle. Turning around, both man and droid head back to the Astral Chaos.
Once inside the ship, Randall spent the rest of the evening inspecting T9-N3, repairing any fixable imperfections he could find, tightening screws, and the like. After about an hour of work, he couldn't find anything else to fix, and realized with a start how tired he was. "Watch the ship for me, T9. Wake me up if we have any visitors."
That said, Randall laid back on the couch-like bank of seats in the common area of the ship, where he had been working on the droid. No sooner had his head hit the bottom of the chair than he was asleep, snoring softly.
T3-N9 maneuvered its way from where Randall lay to the room directly behind the cockpit, where the viewports could be found. It sat there vigilantly, monitoring the multi-angled view of the docking bay outside of the ship, awaiting any approaching figures.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:12 am
Cale Darksun Pash was knocked back by the blow. Granted he was wearing armor, but the woman was strong. Probably stronger than him. The Force alone knocked him back on his rear.
With that she swung the axe down with the force of a meteor.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:23 am
There was a strike of sparks as, at the last moment, Pash's weapon was interposed between him and the axe.
"You'll find I'm full of surprises." Pash said as he struggled to hold back the Mandalorian's force.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 2:40 am
Ritt dodged to the side; Ataru was filled with such exertions. He returned with a slash pushing the hilt to spin around his hand and create a second slice from the top left, or her top right. He pushed back, giving the pressure upon her instead of him.
"No, whatever happens is a cause of what we do. I'd rather not lose more of my squadron to the icy grips of space," he retorted back, "Now try to fight as if you mean it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:17 am
(( Did Skuld post and I just missed it? ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:38 am
"Very well," said Marr. "When you are done I may have some work for you Marie. Also, I'll want a progress report on projects Bismarck, Lexington, and Mechis before the day is through."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:51 pm
The feat of strength shown by the echani surprised her.
"Impressive....most impressive. But ultimately futile."
She then began swinging down at the echani repeatedly, trying to crack the echani weapon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:16 pm
Onderon, Iziz spaceport
Melissa had wondered back to the little room that she had called home for the last month. Packing was simple and quick for the majority of her things she simply stuffed into her old spacers’ bag. Her spacers’ chest she packed with the more valuable items, taking her time.
Dinner was even easer and she was able to take care of two things at once. Well almost two things as she tried to satisfy her relentless appetite due to her high metabolism. The second she was able to explain to her proprietor that she was leaving planet and that, she would no longer be needing the room.
Diner was free, along with the promises that Melissa would stop by for a visit whenever she was in the sector.
Come morning, she showered, dressed, and gathered up her things. Leaving the apartment for the last time and walked the few blocks to the starport. Rapping her knuckles on her supervisor’s door, she was granted entrance.
A handshake, a letter reference and her last paycheck Melissa was out the door and headed for docking-bay 36.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:50 pm
"Yes, my lord," she said as he walked off. She then turned towards Jakar and gave him a big smile. "You ready?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:54 pm
"Aye," Jakar smirked back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:39 pm
Cargo Hold, Bathurst.
Aurora brought up her blade to parry Ritt’s first slash, stepping back as his blade spun in the air and came back at her. Her blade hissed and spat sparks as it connected with her masters, causing bright flashes of light and casting harsh shadows upon the walls. Ritt was being relentless, pushing her back with each swing of his blade. She allowed him to push her back, gradually, until she was ready to launch her own attack. Aurora reached inside of herself, and jumped up and back, landing on one of the larger cargo creates in the bay. As soon as the soles of her feet touched the create she jumped up into the air once more. Her lightsaber left a glowing trail as she flipped and twisted in mid-air, passing as high over Ritt’s head as she could, and landed lightly on her feet, facing him.
“I thought there was no try master. Only do, or do not.” She grinned childishly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:10 pm
"And so far, you've done not," Ritt replied, gripping the crate she stood upon and gave a mighty yank with the force. He calmly let it float odwn to a small spot elsewhere. Summoning a great jump, he lept off the ground headed straight for Aurora, a scissor slash prepared for his arrival.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:48 pm
Inside the Astral Chaos, all was very much as it had been the previous night. T3-N9 sat dutifully watching the ship's internal viewports as Randall, who hadn't moved the previous night, lay snoring loudly on the couch in the ship's recreational room.
When T3 saw the familiar figure of the Zeltron woman it had met the previous day, approaching the ship, carrying a few containers that is presumed carried most or all of her possessions. Rolling out of the command room, T3 made its way to Randall, to wake him up as instructed. Randall, however, appeared to be fast asleep, and the little droid's beeps and whistles did little to wake him up.
When it's attempts proved fruitless, T3 went to the outer hatch to let the Zeltron in itself. Its owner had informed it that she was its master as well, and by letting her in, she would probably waken Randall, fulfilling the command. Either way, T3 had been instructed that the Zeltron could be trusted, and should be let in, whether or not Master Dahn was sleeping.
Opening the hatch via the computer terminal. *Beep Whistle Whir Beep!* It chirped cheerfully at Melissa in Binary, as if to let her in.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:05 pm
Siren had just finished giving one of the troopers a day he'll never forget when she was notified that Marr had arrived. " What timing. " she said to herself, making her way back to the throne room. She still hadn't seen the other girls she came with, but it wasn't important.
She came to the doors of the throne room, quickly composing herself, making sure she was presentable, at least as presentable as a woman in fancy lingerie can be, and then the doors opened as she entered the room. Hopefully her meeting with Marr will be just as pleasant as it was with Marie.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:48 pm
"The controls are a little different than the Aurek's, but you should adapt quickly," said Marie, sitting in the front seat of the two-person cockpit as the canopy began to close. "I'll take her out and about for awhile and then let you take over from there."
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