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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:38 pm
"Roughnecks!"
"Spartans!"
"Nemo!"
The arguement had broken out again. This time, the cause was boredom from Sabaac. Five men sitting around a table, off duty, couldn't help but drive up some action.
"This silence is useless!" Rico Alvarean ejacuated. Third in command of the squadron, he was also known by the code name Wishmaster. "I'd do just about anything for some action!"
"You could use it too," Ritt said, entering the room. "If you want to fight, you know the rules." The Jedi had long since established all brawls would go through him. While most of the squadron would normally not chose to hit their superior officer, Ritt would often throw the pilots in the brig before important missions should they take it out on themselves (quite a punishment for those who would seek the thrill of flying). After two weeks, the pilots would have to requalify, making the punishment quite draconian compared to most.
"I know that you're itching for something from HQ that doesn't equate to babysitting derelicts. Over a year we've done these tiny jobs fit for another squadron, but we bit our lips and did them proud. Wishing for action could be dangerous. We're ten cruisers short of dead."
"I'd welcome ten squadrons! We'd die with honor, not of old age," Wishmaster retorted, with a couple agreements from two other pilots.
"Big fish still eat the worm. But I do agree; I'd rather not drown," Ritt said. Silence overtook the room for a bit. "Dodgeball anyone?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:41 pm
Maka eyed him fiercly as he began to walk towards the ship, only to break into a run and slide behind a few shipping crates. Quickly, he drew his own sawn off carbine and peaks over before he crouched back down. "I gave you that scum's ship, now why are you making me get in it?" He shouted.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:54 pm
"I wasnt sure you werent lying to me about you deactivating that bomb. So I wanted you to get on board and physically remove it."
Pash began to advance on the boxes, sighting in on where the man was and wondering how much protection those crates really provided.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 8:57 pm
He slowly stood up, pistol pointed cautiously as the man advanced before he re-holstered it. "Ah." Maka exhaled and shook his head. "This day and age, I'm too paranoid.." He muttered loudly as he strided towards the ship, coming out moments later with the deactivated bomb. "There." He said as he dropped it into one of the crates.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:03 pm
((You move too damn fast.))
Pash narrowed his eyes. "Pick it up and take it with you. I'll walk you to your ship." He said.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:10 pm
((lol. I think it's a waste to RP waiting ..I'll take more time from now on.))
"URG. You f.." Maka began, muttering obscenities as he fished the bomb out of the crate and picked up the loot. "Come on.." He grumbled as he strode towards the hangar with his ship.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:14 pm
((What I'm saying is that you're moving before I can react.))
Pash followed him to his ship next door, gun leveled at his back as they walked.
"Now is that the last bomb?" He asked.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:16 pm
"It was the only bomb." He stated bluntly. Rendar opened the blast door to the hangar holding his ship with his own keycard.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:22 pm
Flicking his blaster to stun, he shot the man in the leg, paralizing that limb.
"You wouldnt be lying, would you?" Pash asked again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 11:24 pm
Aurora took an involuntary step back as the armored Ubese towered over her, she could feel the pressure of his aura all around her, almost suffocating her. Not wanting to be intimidated, by the most intimidating one present, she collected herself and looked him in the eyes.
“I think I was doing just fine.” She fought to keep her voice level as she looked up at him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 6:25 pm
He gasped and grabbed his leg out of reflex, not feeling a thing but also not able to move it. "Of course not. I have a thing about not lying to people pointing guns at me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 9:20 pm
"And I know from experience that people with a gun on them will say anything to get out of it, true or otherwise."
Pash jabbed the blaster into the man's back. "Now I'm going to ask you again. And If I dont get an answer I'm satisfied with, I'll blast that leg off."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:22 pm
"And I think you need to know what real courage is. Not this act you are presenting to me." The Sith said.
He spun on his heel and made his way past the green robed Jedi pushing rudely past, which only elicited a chuckled from the man, and disapearing in the doorway behind him.
"That fellow," Stryder said as he folded his arms inside his robes, "was Lord Dorog Xrandla, a Former sith we managed to guide into the light. Perhaps one of our greatest victories during our time here. And as stated before, he will be teaching you about the Sith themselves."
He then motioned to the mustached man clad in green who had interupted the test. "That cheerful fellow is Lord Jarek Dulnas Lee, our resident Corellian. He is one of my chief admirals and will instruct you on Space Warfare."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 11:38 pm
The Kizraxh dropped from it's hyperspace lane and began a slow, yet hurried decent to the planet. He really had no great business here, but he did have some smaller deliveries to make. And he could visit his contacts to see if anyone knew of any interesting activities in the Galaxy, more importantly, anything involving members of his Clan.
He made a lazy approach into the atmosphere and decided to actually land somewhere nice. So he looked for and eventually found a hangar on the nicer side. He landed without consent, and donned his armor and weapons. He convinced the attendant to let him stay and left his ship in good care, strapped with IUDs that would blow the ship to pieces if anyone tried to steal it.
He wrapped himself in a cheap black cloak, purchased from a Gran vendor, and skulked off into the shadows. He made his way to a less than respectable bar in one of the poor sectors. When he arrived, he walked up to the bartender, after careful observation of all possible exits.
I'm looking for a bloke by the name of Torg. Tall, slimy green skin.
He don't see no visitors. So why don't ya mind yer business and run home.
Koren squinted his eyes in anger and reached into a pouch attached to his belt. He pulled out a thermal detonator and activated it.
He'll see me. Just tell him an old friend is here.
Okay, okay!! Just put that away! I'll get him now...
Koren deactivated and put away the det. It was the persuasive method that always worked. Now he just had to see if Torg had any useful information, or any poor di'kutla that was looking to buy some explosives.
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