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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:36 pm
TN-19 followed close behind, setting his sensory units to their maximum efficiency. "Sensors indicate no other life on this current floor," he replied. "I am picking up life forces below our current location. There should be some way to get down there, most likely at the end of the hallway."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:49 pm
"DAMN!" Anwa swore when Vex told her what was going on. "TN, blast the door open and lets MOVE IT! Something with your little machine didn't work. Vex says we're gonna get trapped and frozen if we stay here." She ran as fast as she could toward the end of the hall.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:50 pm
Asmaria turned around as a Jedi walked into the control room. She waved a silent greeting, then turned back to Vex. "So you never answered my question. Didn't you say something about possible prisoners in here before? Shouldn't we be trying to free them or something?" she asked him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:52 pm
TN-19 dashed after Anwa. "This is what I exist for!" he cried, hurling a small grenade at the door ahead after he had holstered his blaster pistol. It immediately exploded upon impact, just enough to blow in the door. He passed Anwa, grabbing her by the arm and flipping her onto his back. "We must make haste, lest your meatbag body be encased in frozen chemicals." He quickly noticed that the elevator was not on this particular floor. "I would advice that you do not fall." With that, he lept onto the elevator cable, took a firm hold, and slid down.
He glanced upward and saw the freezing trap take effect. He slowed their decent to a halt. "The ice is only ableto freeze that particular section," he explained. "It is designed in that manner so that the ice would not ruin the elevator shaft in case of an emergency." He continued his way down the cable and reached the top of the elevator unit many moments later.
"This base runs quite deep," he commented. "Once I cut through the ceiling, we may continued." He returned her belongings to her. "I would advise that you check your equipment thoroughly. This mission is too risky for there to be malfunctions." He then removed his lightsaber from within his cloak and ignited it, then began to cut through the ceiling of the elevator unit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:10 pm
((Sorry for my absence as well, kinda took a few days to just mess aronud on Battle.net on Warcraft 3.))
AI-17 transfered all of his emergency power systems to his hydrolic joints located in his feet, including his sheild reserves. AI-17 wasn't as fast as a Jedi, but he could easily out run a regular person if needed to. AI-17 reached the next module and also started to search for a way to override it, though he wsn't as good in computer skills as most droids. The most AI could do is set off a few module stations to kill a few Stark and open a few of the inner doors, but still firewalls kept AI out of certain areas.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:21 pm
Anwa gave a nod of satisfaction as TNs grenade blew open an elevator shaft. She was about to try and figure a way down when TN tossed her on his back. She screamed a bit in shock as he slid down the cables, but was able to settle herself by the time they reached the top of the elevator.
She took her things back and started examining them, taking a test shot with her blaster up toward the open door they had dropped through and gave a nod of satisfaction. Slipping it into her holster, she activated her lightsaber and smiled in satisfaction at the purple glow. "We're all good, TN. As soon as you get the whole cut, we'll be on our way."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:11 pm
~Xex still didn't look up from the computer, but he did respond to Asmaria. "We'll free the prisoners once we've taken care of the weapons cashe in the armory. letting loose unarmed enemies of the stark inside the base would be like signing their execution orders. first we get spare weapons, then we free and arm the captives" he said, trying not to sound snippy, but not doing very well, he was franticly typing, and it was getting to his nerves.~
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:18 pm
Jaden walked in and leaned on a wall. "How's bout you take a break and let me do the typing." he said.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 1:44 am
((First post, so, uh, hi all. I'll admit that I've never done this sort of RP before, I'm more of a table top gamer myself, but I though I'd give this a try. If I step wrong, let me know.))
"Actually, if you have questions about the prisoneers, I can probably help a little."
Another person was suddenly with those in the control room. Obviously a Jedi, by the simple robes and familiar cylinder of a lightsaber hanging at his side. "I don't think I recognise any of you, so let me introduce myself. My name is Ris. It's a pleasure to meet you all," his eyes scrunched up in what must be a wide smile. His eyes, and the smile lines that were begining to mark his face, being the only indication though since his mouth was obscured by a faded red scarf wrapped around his lower face.
"But down ot business. Right now there are fifty-four sentients being held in the cells below. I counted twenty-three adult males, twenty-one adult females, eight children, and a Kushiban if I'm not mistaken. I don't know how old the Kushiban is though. I've never good at guessing their ages. But I digress. Most of the prisoners are still in decent health, but nine are fairly bad off from exposure and malnutrition. Our hosts havn't been as courteous as they could have been. But what can you do?" Ris finished with a shrug.
"Anyway, I've been helping them as best I can, but these people need food and warmth, and soon. Especially since it sounds like someone is starting a fight," Ris paused for a momentm considering that. "Probably the Kushiban, he did look like a scrapper."
"I wish I could help you with a bit more of the "getting there" bit, but I'm only vaguley aware that the galaxy is at war, much less sure of where I am." At this, a look of what could be, frustration, crosses his otherwise serene features. "Again," he mumbles.
After a flicker of a moment, his expression clears, and he gazes at each of those in the room in turn. "So, any thing else you'd like to ask?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:46 am
TN-19 had finished cutting through the elevator ceiling. "Affirmative," he replied. "This task is complete. We may continue on." He suddenly latched his legs onto the top of the elevator and flipped him downward, looking into the interior of the elevator while upsidedown. He shot back up. "Sensors indicate that there are few life forms beyond this elevator."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 10:54 am
Anwa nodded. "Good work. I don't suppose you can tell what species they are." She reached out herself. "Humm, I can feel Vex and the others fairly close by, but this place is so messed up with all the Stark, it's a little difficult to be 100% sure."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:57 pm
TN-19 remained silent for a moment. "My species tactics database have confirmed our theory," he replied. "The life forms are, indeed, Stark." He unholstered his dual automatic blaster pistols. "Shall we kill the enemy meatbags?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 10:33 pm
Anwa sighed. "Sure, TN. Just hold on for one minute, alright?" Vex, this is Anwa. I'm in the elevator shaft a floor or so down from where I came in with TN. Now, we've got Stark in the hall outside, but I wanna know where you guys are before we go doing anything. No use fighting our way into a hall if we're just gonna have to fight our way back to an elevator to get to you. Meanwhile, Anwa got her blaster ready, and had her lightsaber on standby.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:28 pm
TN-19 paused. "Standing by," he replied. "Weapons charing to maximum power." He grew bored of waiting around. He longed for action and the killing of many meatbags. He had already planned a few ways to blast the enemy meatbags, all of which were quite exciting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:56 pm
AI-17 was having rouble bypassing certain consule's fire walls and was getting tired of finding nothing but dead ends. "I hate computers, yet technically I'am one." AI-17 was interupted by a blaster shot, his amatuer hacking and computer skills have attracted mining droids, he must have tripped an fire wall alarm. AI-17 dashed for the corridor corner, his sheild losing power slowly due to energy overloads from the blaster cannons of the droids. These droids were mining models, not made for combat, but stilll housing mining blasters. They stood on four legs and a ball shaped head on the top with one optic. There were about five of them, but AI-17 was puzzled there were mining droids in the base, what minerlas did Hoth have? AI-17 had to yell into his comlink over the constant mining blaster fire. "Need back up, mining droids are in my location. I might be able to deal with them myself, but I'm not expierneced in fighting other droids!" AI-17 stop talking for a brief moment to fire a few shots around the corner to keep the mining droids back from his position, quickly going to the comlink again. "Hurry u-!" A droid had hit his comlink out of his hand, it sparked on the floor and short circuited. "Son of a meatbag.."
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