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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 5:43 pm
(Ring ring. Ring ring)
(Click)
Cale Darksun: Snake here.
Jarik Corran: ....Cale?
Cale: er, yeah its me. uh, just thinking of a code name...for reasons....
Jarik: ....Right. Anywho can you hear me?
Cale: yeah. Loud and clear.
Jarik: whats your situation, Kid?
Cale: Enemy neutralized, Nyalisk has been delt with. proceeding towards Ropeke clan hold in one of their speeders.
Jarik: Ok, once you get there we have your ship parked in docking bay 62. Im parked across the way from you in bay 64. once you take off we'll blast our way out and make for the hyperdrive point. Nyran and Yancarmoff are waiting for us in the Mandalore Hunter on the otherside of the first moon Eiska. if we run into trouble on our way out they'll cover our escape. Now you gotta be careful where you land that thing. theres not a Rodian around who isn't armed and suspicious of a human in their midst. you'll have to sneak to the starport, enter the password to unlock bay 62, and shoot out the tractor beams. Pretty easy eh?
Cale: Yeah, a regular Rhyskate walk...First though I gotta pay a visit to Ropeke himself. I owe him something.
Jarik:wait, what?! His palace is an impenitrable fortress!!
Cale: Im sure it is.
Jarik: you'll get killed!
Cale: oh...on that note never mind...
Jarik: Huh?
Cale: Um just ignore that last part. He has something of mine and Im pretty keen on getting it back.
Jarik: like what?
Cale:Knock off the questions old man. Nesided, If I don't teach this guy a lesson, the stupid Barve is just going to keep coming after me. and I don't always have time to play.
Jarik:Copy that. I'll provide what assistance I can but don't expect me to show up and start blasting things for you. You're on your own in that department.
Cale: Don't worry Jarik, I think I can handle it. just get me in with Ropeke and I'll take it from there.
Jarik: Affirmative kid. Jarik Out.
(Click)
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 8:40 pm
" You're awfully nice to someone who is potentially one of your biggest threats. " Angel said, figuring Neb to be a slight bit eccentric compared to what a typical Jedi would be like. " I suppose that's part of the Jedi code, or at least was long ago. I heard some stories about Darth Revan's exploits millenia ago. He was spared by the Jedi, and treated rather nicely when considering what all he did, though I never learned too many details. " Though she still hated her situation of being aboard the Jedi's vessel, her tone no longer carried the feeling of it, as Neb's 'friendliness' had begun to make her feel almost welcome, making her forget he was a Jedi altogether. Just as Neb mentioned not eating, Angel realized she hadn't had much lately either. " I suppose a meal wouldn't hurt. What are we having? "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 8:50 pm
"Revan was saved by the jedi. Granted, after being given a new life, and having the possiblity of being a powerful weapon, the jedi did have the fault of being a bit egocentric in that respect. But you can't blame them for trying. And in the end it all worked out.. i think.. As for lunch," He added with a chuckle, "Even I'm worried about being poisoned. Mystery meat... prepared by gunnie. Be ready for anything..."
Neb opened the door, and noticed mordranna.
"We're having lunch together," he simply stated, and walked down the corrodoor, and into the mess room.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 9:48 pm
It was early next morning when Ropeke awoke. what he found startled him greatly.
he lay staring down the barrels of a mismatched pair of pistols. the being holding them wore a camoflaged Mandelore helmit and New Republic jungle fatigues.
His first instinkt weas to draw the blaster he had under his pillow. he snapped it up at the intruder and pulled the trigger. nothing happened.
"You sleep pretty soundly for the most powerful Rodian in your clan Ropeke. You never even noticed I removed the power pack. so, Remember me?"
He shook his head.
"Well It doesn't matter. Grampa Darksun says Hi."
The Rodian Clan lord's eyes widened in terror.
"H-how did you get in here?!"
"I walked. don't expect your guards to come to your aid, greenie. They're busy on the otherside of the fortress. Now lets chat."
Keeping his Mos Eisly special on the rodian, Cale took his helmit off and clipped it to his belt. he twirled the Commando pistol and slid it into his wasteband.
with a dark grin on his face he armed his pistol.
"I killed your rangers, beat your daughter for the second time and left her in the jungle in the same way you left me, infiltrated your compound with ease and have just to pull the trigger to end your miserable life. You really underestimated me. and you know what? I got it all on record." he jabbed a thumb at the cambot hovering behind him. "When Im done here, I'll just pop some popcorn, slide the disc in the holo player and watch as I humiliate you guys again and again. maybe I can get this out on the net. The galaxy's stuipidest Rodians. Sounds like a pretty good title."
"no...please...don't..."
Cale shook his head. "The respect I feel for you is less than the respect I have for a steaming pile of bantha s**t. You were all high and mighty when you were in control, with all your guards and weapons while I was cuffed, drugged and beaten. But now Im Here, got my pistols, and you have nothing. and soon, you will be nothing."
Cale's face was one of dark joy as he pulled the trigger.
And Vaporized Ropke's Pillow.
Cale leaned conspiratorialy close and and smiled broadly.
"gotcha." looking over at the rodian's bedstand he spied the Holocron fragments. "well there you are." he swept them into his pocket and twirled his blaster with a flourish, landing it in his holster. he turned to walk away but paused briefly.
"Oh yeah. there was one other thing I wanted to tell you." suddenly he lept up in the air and slammed a boot down on Ropeke's Groin. "Stop coming after me and stop having kids. this is just a warning."
As the rodian howled in pain Cale motioned for the cambot to follow him and they bolted down the corridor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 12:22 am
Mordranna merely smiled at Neb and Valycia. "Works for me," she chirped. "Mind if I join you? I could use a bite, and, I imagine our friend here could as well," she added, gesturing to Cajin.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 2:05 am
"Yeah, works for me, too." he said, following after them.
I don't know if I trust her, but...oh well. Jedi have got it covered, I'm sure.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 8:27 am
The local Starport master was watching the monitors around the Ropeke city spaceport with marked disintrest, showing more interest to the Bantha Breakfast Biscuit he was munching on. Though the Correlian ship in bay 64 has been acting strange. they're powered up and ready to take off, but no one's requested launch info. And the Pilot had a tendancy to wander over to Bay 62 to check on the airspeeder held there.
Don't know why. its not his vehicle. he said so when he unloaded it. He thought.
then the door opened and a comparatively short rodian hunter in NR fatigues walked in. "Hey, the human in bay 64 wants to leave."
The Portmaster turned and looked at him curiously. "what? his comunication array busted?"
"Probably not. you know corellians. He probably Jawa rigged everything so much that it would explode if he tried calling out."
The portmaster almost snorted up his breakfast biscuit. "heh, thats a good one. yeah tell him he can leave."
the rodian hunter turned then paused and looked back."oh yeah, almost forgot. Ropeke wants that thing in bay 62 moved. we're getting a shipment in from Blastech and he wants the bays cleared."
"ok then. I'll take care of it." he said with a sigh as he rose to get up.
The rodian hunter rubbed his chin in thought."Y'know what, Im not busy and I know alot about human engineered craft. I'll go and take care of it for ya. just make sure you turned off the Tractor beams."
The Portmaster nodded his thanks. "I'd aprecciate it pal."
The hunter nodded and closed the door.
outside the potmaster's office, The Rodian Hunter's face melted into the smirking mug of Cale Darksun.
"Oh, I love holo projectors, they make me feel sneaky, tra la la la" he sung off key as he strolled to the bay and his beloved Phoenix.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 10:50 am
"Sure," Neb answered Mordranna's quesitons simultaneously. "However, there are two things to make sure of. No fighting on my ship, over anything, and Gunnie's cooking today, so watch out."
He made his way into the mess room, and sat at one of the six chairs that surrounded the table.
"So what's the meat today?" He asked.
"Kinda defeats the purpose of Mystery meat, doesn't it?" Gunny replied.
"Can't blame me for trying..."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:40 pm
Angel sat down, looking around again to see everything. " This ship has everything, it seems. " Once everyone was seated and lunch was served, she asked, " So, Neb, what were wanting to ask me? " Although she was surrounded by her enemies, their hospitality had rid Angel of her defiant tone and expression, and knowing her situation, she decided it was best to forget about being enemies for the time being, though she did give Gunnie a cold stare for a moment when she thought he was eying her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 11:53 pm
"Hey, I got the same thing from Gunny," Mordranna whispered to Valycia, giving her a warm smile as she did so, attempting to break the ice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:28 am
"Well, its only natural for the male species," Gunnie began.
"Shut-up Gunny, you're embarassing yourself," Hudson warned.
"To be attracted to the opposite sex," Gunnie continued, disreguarding the warning.
"There are ladies present, Gunnie. You don't want me to," Hudson started.
"Quiet both of you." Neb casually stated. The two eyed each other, before setting the table.
"I think it would be best if you two left the table. Less distraction, more accomplished. Not to mention, the particle phase analysis you need to run can be done while eating food. I suggest you take this fight outside if you have to, but remember what will happen if you do. Now you are excused." Neb slightly barked this order out, trying not to be militaristic in front of the guests, but time called for it. The two bowed, and exited the room.
"This is called a conflict of morals. Its alot like the fight between the jedi and the sith," Neb stated, relieving himself of the tension that had built up. "I'm dreadfully sorry about all that. Anyways, yes, this ship has everything. If you haven't studied much up on ships, this is a courier ship by design. It was designed for transport, though not a space yacht, it is more for senators or others of the like who are not interested in luxury, and instead for safety, speed, and getting from point a to b in one quick hurry. I've modified it for a jedi consolar ship, but we spend so much time hopping around the galaxy, its easier to use as a mobile base of operations."
He picked up a piece of meat, and nibbled on it, "Bantha. Got lucky I guess. Last time it was Rancor."
Upon recollecting his thoughts, he restarted, "See, my questions are not going to be about 'where is the federation's hidden base' or 'what are your plans for your next attack'. If I wanted to do that, you would have been probed upon entrance to this vessel. I have a good feeling I know that already. Instead, I wish to ask several questions, which you may find unusually different. Of course, the more you cooperate, the faster you get out of here."
Neb put his food down, and put his hands together. "First question. Well, more of a request. I suggest we properly introduce ourselves. That way, if I or anyone else wishes to grab your attention, we don't have to say such things as 'sith lady' or 'you there'. You probably remember my name from the consolate mission on Tatooine. But, I shall review it. I am Nebuchannezer Wulf, Neb for short. I am 35 years of age, though I don't believe it. I am a jedi master in the order. I am alderaanian by descent, though born on corriellia, and never set foot on the jewel. I have meddled with both sides of the force in my lifetime, and my records have been wiped out, by the jedi order, so I do not have temptation to even know what memory has already forgotten. And you, my duckie?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:52 am
Drako laughed as the dirt kicked at Imperius. He stopped laughing when a saber came at him. Drako lifted his saber in defense and dodged the other attack only to be kicked in the chest and was sent off the edge.
" AHHHhhhh........"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:54 am
Novara had landed not to far from Drakos ship. He set up gaurds so no one would touch PR1M3.
::Novara:: " Now.....were did you go?"
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