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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:58 am
Fina let out a sigh at returning to the ship, sitting down. The truth was, she was totally at a loss of what to do next. She didn't want to be combing the galaxy for a person that might or might not be alive, Even Force Users can't pinpoint a persons location in the galaxy, nor can they tell if a person's alive... The only way they can be sure a person is dead is if their force ghost visits them, and there are few instances of that happening...
She looked to the crew. "I suppose we'll be going to see the bothans...?" She said with a shrug, then took a seat in the central room of the ship. "Otherwise I'm completely out of idea's... With just one ship we can't just comb the galaxy looking for Fel..." With that, the ship took off into space, and then made the jump to hyperspace shortly after.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 9:18 am
Kusei readied her blaster as the turbolift stopped on the assigned floor. With a hiss the doors opened up to reveal the base's primary computer room, inside there remained a handful of GLF techs. As they saw the door open the two guards that had been posted by the door swung toward it their blasters raised.
The Thermoptic camoflage was really coming into its own, all they saw was the empty grey steel of the back of the turbolift. Then with a short burst of red blaster fire that lit up the turbolift the two guards fell back, smoking holes in their chest. As she stepped from the turbolift the technicians spun toward the dead guards, shocked. Some grabbed for weapons as Kusei deactivated her thermoptic camoflage.
One of the technicians raised his blaster only to recieve a blast of plasma. He fell back over his console, clearly dead. The others raised their hands and backed away from the consoles... They'd been caught and they knew it.
Kusei smiled, "Thats right, up against the wall." Her blaster still leveled she pulled a computer connector from her belt and plugged into the mainframe, "This will only take a minute."
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 10:49 am
Standing over the charred corpses of several GLF personel, Mandalore the Immortal posed a question to the man who's throat he was squeezing.
"Archaras Seraphim. Where is he?"
The man gasped but didn't answer.
Mandalore tightened his grip, the crushgaunt amplifying his strength tenfold.
"Archaras Seraphim. Where is he?" He asked again.
"The...commander...evacuated..."
The Immortal was afraid of that. The Rebs were running scared. Naturally they'd be trying to flee from the Imperial troops swarming the base.
"Where's his ship?"
"H-H-Hangar..."
"Which Hangar?"
"One of the secondaries...I dont know which..."
"Direction?"
"Down...that tunnel..."
Mandalore opened his hand and the man fell to the ground.
For his information, he spared the man, but that was no guarentee he'd survive the overrunning of the base.
Nor was that the Immortal's problem.
Mandalore hustled down the corridor, loading a fresh clip into his carbine as he ran. He needed to hustle if he wanted to catch Seraphim. As much as he would have liked to use his jet pack, the device would be too tricky to maneuver in the caves.
He'd just have to hope something slowed the Knight down before he evac'ed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:11 am
"Yah, like, totally get it warmed up, as I'm so totally ready to boogie out of here," Freya said, watching the radar for any incoming signatures of Imperial ships. Particularly a rather large battlewagon seeming to be hot on her heels.
"Captain Carter! Get ready to totally jump the minute you're totally clear!" Freya called to the Red Coinage.
"Roger, Starsinger," Carter called back. "Any moment, and then -" was all the comm replied, before the craft was lanced by green fire, transforming into a spectacular fireball.
"Kark it all," Freya hissed through clenched teeth. "Slight change of plans!" she announced.
"Whatever do you intend?" Rusty queried with a note of alarm.
"I plan to totally shove a concussion missle up an Imp captain's a**, that's what," Freya darkly declared. "Forward shields totally cranked to the max!" she called, dialing in the necessary adjustments.
As she did so, she also picked up a missle lock. "Well, doesn't that so totally take the mug of mead!" she absently said, punching the comm to Schaffer and Hauser in the gunwells. "Dudes, totally knock those pieces of Sith out of the sky,"
"Understood, milady," Hauser said in response, targeting one of the oncoming missles. After a moment of angling to and fro, he blasted the missle into expensive shrapnel. As he did so, Schaffer did the same, with equally proficient results.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:20 am
((Shinn! You tryin' to kill me or tryin' to find me?))
Archaras felt the base rock as the bombardment began. That meant they Imperials had pinpointed the other hangar. "Hurry!" He shouted at Graus.
"ICIS engage a Class 1 Datawipe. I want nothing survivng, then withdraw to the Ranger and war her up!" He hurled into the comm.
"Roger that," The AIs voice responded.
***
Suddenly, the Computer systems throughout the base overloaded, detonating in sprays of molten metal and shards of glass. All data, physically stored or otherwise had been rendered unto nothing.
***
Archaras continued to sweep through the base, Graus behind him. Suddenly, they were in the Hangar. They saw the Ballet shoot into the sky with a deep roar as her Ion Engines sent her hurtling from the base.
"Come on!" He shouted, as he noticed the squad of commandos hurrying through the door to the hangar.
He moved toward the Twilight Ranger the others in tow...
He jumped aboard the ship as the gangplank extened, and hustled to the cockpit as the others boarded...
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:26 am
((Find with intent to capture. You made off with alot of Imperial goodies I can use.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:29 am
((Wellll I'm leavin' sooooo, you prolly aren't gonna get a chance, not on this planet ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:33 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 3:01 pm
((PaulTheWolf5575 my character is plugged into the computer system, good luck blowing her up with your AI. Did you forget the hanger entrance is collapsed, you're going nowhere.))
Kusei laughed as she detected the attempt to wipe and overload the systems was carried out by a distant AI, "Leave everything to AIs and even the mice will out smart you."
She was in the primary computer room and not one of the systems overloaded, but the AI would register a successful attack... it was all too easy to feed it false information. Every bit of information in the mainframe was preserved, completely intact and already Kusei was copying some of the contents directly onto a mobile hardrive. It was all to easy to nab the most encrypted files and store them without even bothering to decrypt them yet. She'd do that later at her leasure.
As she skimmed the security cameras she suddenly stiffened. There he was. She whispered quitely to herself as she saw the image of Mandalore the Immortal rush down a hallway, "He's dead! He's dead!" Instantly she saved the image into her own memory and shook her head, "Whats this mean?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 3:02 pm
"Freya I don't think this is a good idea," Aurora said to her friend. "You are our leader and we need to keep you safe. We can get them later, but right now we are out numbered," she pleaded.
"Yes, lady Freya I beleive it unwise to continue on this path. We should return to Abdulla III as soon as possible," Sapphire piped up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 3:08 pm
Behind the Aldera Ballet the Wombat II Star Frigate Axel Rose screamed forward in pursuit. With a flash the turbolasers opened up sending green lances of death toward the vessel. Ahead the Gladius Frigate Harpin was almost ready to activate its gravity well generators, if the ship didn't jump soon it wasn't going to jump at all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 4:39 pm
"Seems like victory. We captured seven transports, slagged ten more. All GLF forces outside the base are retreating. Unfortunately, we'll have to send some ships down to dig out the exits for salvaging. Luckily, since everyone's trapped in the mountain, we can assure all people within will be either dead or captured," Veers announced.
Ferno was not amused. To get any equiptment out to salvage the base meant weeks of delay.
"Tell Borril to BDZ the mountain till its ground to dust whenever he's finished with this operation of his," HM stated. "Abregado Rae is going to become even flatter than before."
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:20 pm
Borill frowned as he recieved the communique, "Inform Ferno that the Base Delta Zero code is only to be utilized with an order to bombard a planet's entire surface. I already have planned to destroy the mountain once our troops have and captives removed to a safe distance."
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:08 pm
Llednar notices the signature of many ships still under fire. He got a new reading of a ship leaving the planet.
"Ballet! This is Skywalk Leader! Enemy fighters are to many! Move to 0-13-87! We'll give what cover we can!"
The GLF fighters were starting to lose the fight against the enemy...
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:22 pm
Shark Squadron also joined the fray, with some of their numbers forming up on the Ballet.
"Leave this to us, Lady Freya." Shark Leader called out. "You get to safety, and we'll catch up as soon as we can."
"Right," Freya said in response to Skywalk Leader, expertly weaving the craft through the volley of green fire.
"Freya! The rear deflectors are faltering!" Rusty called out in alarm, even as he rolled to the internal compartment used for in-ship repairs. "We must jump soon!"
"Like, allright, allright!" Freya said, her hand on the hyperdrive actuator. "So, like, we're totally getting out of dodge!" And with that, the familiar whine of the hyperdrive sounded, as the stars ahead transformed to elongated streaks.
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