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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:31 pm
Watching Omikron gave Sigma an idea.
"They can't go anywhere if their weapon systems aren't functioning.."
He quickly armed an EMP missile and began firing them at the ship.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:21 pm
Delta pulled back. He saw a rocket hit a droid ship. He saw the others leaving.
" Ok gang. We have an Objective. Who is ranking officer?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:23 pm
"I am," Theta piped up, behind the pilot's chair. He had stowed away, and hoped for a chance to retreat to a safer zone. Even if he was the same rank as the other pilot, he didn't care. It might work.
"I think we should go away from the guns." He simply added.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:39 pm
" Roger that."
Delta pulled away from the guns. He moved higher to get a better view.
" Commander? "
I dont think he out ranks me......But its not like it matters.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 9:49 pm
Theta was somewhat suprized at the response.
"Looks like you need a co-pilot. Should I join in then?" He pursued.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:07 pm
" Your the boss. I need those missles locked in and i have to get the thrusters to max power."
Delta moved out of several shots and raced to there objective.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:48 pm
Sigma watched as the shp sizzled in ionized energy as the EMP did it's job.
"This won't last long, I hope someone takes care of it.."
he watched as the dart shaped shop tried in vain to lift off, and then turned to take on another ship.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:20 pm
Omega held on as the LAAT moved more in a dirrection insted of dodging.
" Hrmmm......."
He fell to one knee.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:42 pm
"Hey one of you guys take that ship this guy shot." Omikron ordered to the clones in the turrets. Two of them shot up at the ship and a few seconds later a glorious explosion took its place. "Yeah!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:47 pm
(( If your talking to me.))
Omega held his chest.
" No....I broke my ribs..... I am fine!"
He got up and moved the trooper from his tri-pod.
" COME ON YOU STINKIN SITH LOVIN DROIDS!!!!! COME GET SOME OF OMEGA!!!!! " He yelled as he blasted at a droid ship passing, blowing its optical sencers off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 1:50 pm
(( Hello?....... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:02 pm
((sorry, I've been outta town for the past 3 days and forgot to let yah guys know. sweatdrop ))
Eta picked himself up off the ground. Shortly after he had gotten out of the XT walker, he had been knocked unconcious by an explosion.
"Blazin' Force," he lifted a hand to his helmet. "Wha's this?"
A scroll of new commands rolled down the left side of his HUD. "Blast, I missed all de action! I'm not lettin all the others have all the fun!"
Eta dropped his DC-15s. Those flimsy guns weren't needed anymore. He raised his DC-17 and ran out onto the battlefield, blasting a few of the remaining droid or droid pieces that he saw. He found a spherical ship still on the ground, apparently having engine problems. Eta grinned and pulled out a thermal detonator from his pack. He blasted a hole in the bottom of the ship and tossed the detonator in. Then, just to make sure, he cut off half of his ammo-belt of thermal detonators and tossed them all in. Then....he ran.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 6:56 am
Zeta finished his report of the area, and was slightly disappointed that he didn't have a gesture of finality to make, such as pushing the last button on a datapad or clicking the power off of an old stylus rod, or the more symbolic meaning of hanging up his interface gloves, which was a fond memory he had from his medically inclined youth. So instead, he blinked and tapped his helmet. It'd do.
The Jedi seemingly had found a place to busy himself in, so Zeta was reasonably alone on a battle-scarred field of orange sand. He had no orders and all the comm lines to command were busy, so he simply sat and waited for them to clear up.
It occurred to him that he had need of another pack of vials, so he began scouting around for dead bodies or crashed/abandoned transports to fish them from. The pickings were minimal, since most bodies were rendered nearly uidentifiable by blaster scorching, and most transports were consumed by flames when they met their explosive fate.
However, there was one body lying on the ground that appeared to be mostly intact. The legs were gone and there was a large hole in the side of the helmet, which was also dented in, but the utility pouches were present, and, miracle of miracles, the trooper was another medic.
Zeta 006 approached this downed trooper, knelt next to him, and removed his helmet, purely out of habit. To his mild surprise, the clone was alive, even conscious.
He cried out. "Put it back on! I want to die with my helmet on."
Zeta blinked in more genuine surprise, but upon realizing that this trooper could not be saved in any reasonable chance of success in a realistic amount of time, knew that the other medic knew his fate as well. "I'll put your helmet in your hands."
"Thank you." The badly injured trooper lacked the coordination to grab the yellow-and-blue crested helmet, so Zeta 006 positioned his hands for him. "What's your number, trooper?"
"Zeta 012."
"Oh." Zeta 006 knew him; remembered him, rather, from medical training. He actually knew most of the medics at least in passing, as their numbers were small and they all required the same specialized training in the same lesson auditorium, which was also suitably small. "I was positioned close to you. I'm Zeta 006."
"Oh." Zeta 012 looked down at his limp hands and then back up at his fellow medic. "I judged that I had minutes to live half an hour ago, and yet I still am not dead."
"Perhaps that blow to your head caused damage to your logic processing abilities."
"Yes, I thought so." Zeta 012 frowned slightly. "We have a pretty meager existance, 006. We're fully human, sentient beings, bred from the DNA of a fully human, sentient being, born in every sence of the word. But our sole purpose is to fight. And die. And now, I'm about to die."
"In a few moments, I'd estimate."
"Yes, your judgement is most likely more accurate than mine. In fact-"
He died pointing out the accuracy of 006's prediction. The living medic stood, having taken his supplies, and wandered off, unphased by the encounter.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 4:32 pm
Eta collapsed on the ground, covering his head. As the explosion from the numerous thermal detonators cleared, he gingerly picked himself off of the ground. The shrapnel and sheer force of the explosion had ripped his kama to shreds, taking with it the two blaster pistol mounts he had had. The back of his armor was crushed, the small backpack-like protrusion now dented and flattened, the electronics and sensors stowed away smashed to mere wires and broken circuit boards. Parts of his rear armor were ripped away, exposing the black body-glove all clonetroopers wore under their armor.
Eta groaned- his rear-mounted portable computing unit was now demolished, and all he had to rely on now was the comlink in his helmet and the standard visor with infrared and minimal HUD capabilities. His altitude, general battleground map, equipment/weapons/armor databank, and life-support/comfort regulations systems were down.
For the first time, Eta became aware of the heat as it slowly seeped into his insulating body-glove. He walked, ignored by and ignoring the numerous clone troopers and gun emplacements targeting the departing Federation ships. A giant green beam flared over his head, linking a gun turret and a spherical ship for all of five seconds; Eta watched, impressed, as the glowing lance seared through the armor, slicing down the side of the ship. The gray sphere crashed into the ground, popping hatches and panels off the side as it collapsed on itself.
Eta fancied he saw movement in one of the hatches. Can't never be too sure. He unhooked what remained of his detonator-belt and chucked them as far as he could towards the ship. The belt hit the side of a hatch that was suspended six feet in the air and lay there, hanging off the edge of the hatch. He backed up to what he considered to be a safe distance...then lifted his Deece and blasted the tip of the belt. The single exploding detonator at the end of the belt triggered a chain reaction, blowing the entire strip of thermal detonators...and causing the spherical ship to collapse even further into itself.
Finished with his duties, Eta began to pick his way back towards the command center. Without his map, locating it would be rather tricky. Eta slumped through the busy clone troopers, feeling the humidity get to him now. He chose not to interrupt their duties- the battle was about to be won, and now was not the time to distract troopers. It was up to the gunners and pilots now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 7:57 pm
((time to wrap things up))
Sigma watched as he fired his last EMP missiles and watched as the Seperatists lifted off and dissapeared, adn the remaining ships crippled by his EMP were destroyed.
Jetting away to an abandoned crevice, he watched the troopers take out the remaining droids and he took ohh his helmet to find himself drenched in sweat.
"Whew."
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