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 Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:05 pm
Rain, along with the other pirates aboard the Dark Horse, was busy working on repairing the ion damage the ship suffered when her comlink buzzed. She crawled out of the maintenance hatch she was in and answered it.
"Rain here. Go."
"Hey Rain. The Auric Runner just hailed us. The guys said the Captain called up the P1's."
"Ok." she responded. "How do the engines look? Can we move?"
"Not yet. we'd need about another hour's work to get the engines back up and running."
Rain swore and bit her lip in thought. "How about the tractor beam?"
"Yeah, that works."
"Good. Lock on to the cruiser and use the tractor beam to reel us in closer. Get the boarding teams in there Space suits and have them get over there. the sooner we can take that ship down, the sooner we can get the hell out of here." Rain wipped the grease from her hands and nodded to the techs. "I gotta run and pull the Captain's a** out of the fire. You guys got things here?"
They nodded in assent and Rain bolted off to get her space suit and blaster.
Noa Saar emerged from the turbolift, passing by several groups of frightened crewmen as he moved towards the sound of conflict. He noted the men's fear with curious concern, wondering just what the pirates were doing to frighten them away from defending their ship. From what the reports the bridge had recieved, large groups of the crew had been defeated and captured by a wave of "Pirate Skeletons" that had origionated from the transport the had come to rescue. Truly the day was becoming stranger by the minute.
A blaster bolt wizzed past the jedi's head and he spun to face his opponent. The gunman was one of the skeletons in question, sporting a burnt, moth-eaten Imperial officer's uniform and wielding a vibro cutlass in one hand and a DL-44 in the other. There was no sense of the Force around it at all. The Jedi frowned and plucked his lightsaber off his belt.
"I request that you surrender in the name of the Republic, or I will be forced to take action." Noa calmly told the Dead Man.
"Surrender?! Damnation take me if I give ye any quarter or expect it from ye, ye blubbering milksop!" The skeletal pirate roared.
The Jedi forced himself not to laugh. "By the Force. That has got to be the cheesiest pirate accent I've ever heard."
"Wot?! Bloody Hell I be makin' ye regret them words!" The Dead Man twirled his cutlass in hand and charge with a howl.
Noa's blue saber ignited and with one smooth motion Noa sliced through the cutlass.
The Pirate halted his charge and looked at the severed blade of his Cutlass. He chucked it aside and snapped his pistol up.
Noa's blade slashed through his wrist, the hand clattering to the floor. Noa's eyes widdened as he looked at the Dead Man's stump and he brought his saber around to slash through the man's chest. the Dead Man dropped in multiple pieces to the floor.
Noa kneeled down to examine the body and chuckled a bit. the Dead Men were nothing more than heavily modified battle droids, their skeletal limbs painted a bleached bone white and their heads replaced with a custom skull-like design.
"Someone's got a pretty warped sense of humor." Noa decided as he stood up and looked around for more Pirate Droids. "I'll laugh about it later."
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:25 pm
Captain Jorges Lampar, also known as Plietin was a infamous crime lord, he could be seen as a rival to even some of the Hutts and was known for quickly assembling Hit Squads to go after wanted men after a big crime. The groups were normally highly skilled and well known Hitmen who could actually stick with an employer for a long amount of time for regular pay. Unluckily for him he had an exceedingly large bounty on his head and had just annoyed a highly skilled Bounty hunter.
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Steffan had completly recovered from the attack and was surprised by Jorges speed and the fact he targeted Stefen at all. They had known each other many years ago as kids, technically Jorges had been Steffans older brotehrs friend but still. The bounty on his head most have been extremly high which meant that someone had leaked the info that he had done the infiltration which would be great in the long run because it gave him great publicity and the oppurtunity to retrieve a Crime Lord, as a rule he never normally went after them.
He checked with a few sources to make sure he found the highest bidder for the Crime Lord, it was a rival and he wanted him alive. Steffan had planned a little rest but it seemed he would have no time for that. He started to plan a basic attack and checekd up the price for a basic criminal, it was very cheap and only a really poor bounty hunter normally excepted them but this was a special case, he wanted to completly destroy the group and that would include all of the bases guards and he might as well make a few thousand extra jsut by stunning rather then killing if possible, then again the price was only slightly less for some dead. After 2 days careful search by him and a few friends and another botched attempt on his life he was sure he was ready and was in the line to make around 10,000,000 if the entire thing went off without a hitch. That was practically enough to retire on but why retire when you are only just starting? Steffan was in to buy a system or two.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:58 pm
Oryo Prime (( Ry if you want respect get it. You are higher ranked the almost every one on the ship. )) The medic looked at the girl. " Who do you think you are? Master Drako? You get what i have. " Narrowing her eyes at the medic, she applies some Force Choke upon the medic. "Listen to me wench, normally I would love to discuss with you the error of your ways, but tonight I have no patience for such a thing. Do not make me injure such a pretty body, lest I do something I regret...."
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:19 am
"Either way, this babble is getting you two nowhere. Finish your meals and meet me out back." Labrynth said, heading outside the building.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:41 pm
The snatch would occur in two nights time and for the time being Steffan would need the most practice he could get with his hand weapons. Due to a few different reasons he couldn't carry many ranged weapons and would be kept down to his Service Special, Tenloss Disrupter and pistol. He couldn't carry any extra ammo and would take his Vibrostaff and after that would have to rely on his own form of unarmed combat. It was a mixture of some of the most deadly fighting forms that could be mastered relatively easily. He was continually adding new moves to it and hoped it would some day become the standard martial art for hit men.
He had entered into a 'gym' to get some hands on practice. He walked up to a group of rougher looking spacers, the type who you would normally see ripping the heads off of giants for looking at them funny.
"Excuse me girls, which one of you ordered the poster of Cale Darksun naked?" Steffan asked simply to see all of the 4 pairs of eyes turn bright red with hate.
The wookie stood up, more unfurled then stood, to his massive 11'9" and stretched his arms a little. He swung hard and fast and before his shot connected found an arm fly into his elbow dislocating it and another hand flying into his face knocking him back a few steps. This was quickly followed by a few kicks to the legs and mid section and ended with a swift headbutt knocking the brute out.
After this the two Arachnoids 'got up' somehow and got ready for a fight. One drew two vibro cutlasses and the other started toe stretch like the wookie had. They both moved in almost perfetc unison, when one looked like he was weakened the other immediately jumped in with a powerful strike that just missed it's mark. After a few minutes of this fighting Steffan decided on a new tactic.
The dual vibro cutlasses flew at him again and with a swift movement he forced one of teh arms to cut into the other hand, removing one blade. He wrenched the other free and drove it into the Arachnoids head. He then turned around and let go of the balde, it flew straight into the otehr one killing it immediately.
The last two stood up, a Trandoshan, probally the captain and one with an extremly alrge bounty hopefully, and an Erbranite. The two ran forward and the Trandoshan suddenly remembered the slowness of it's partner and underestimated the speed of the Clawdite. With a few quick jabs the Trandoshan was complelty dazed and succumbed to a powerful right hook closely followed with a sweep to the legs knocking the thing out and over.
The Erbranite had climbed onto the wall and fell down just behind Steffan and had tried to hook a piece of cire around his neck but was stopped and flipped over the surprisingly storng Clawdites head. The move was reversed and Steffan kept the wire there until the Erbranite fell unconscious.
All of the other patrons had been watching and a few bets had been made but they saw the fun was over and all continued with their drinking. With a few extractions of blood Steffan soon had ID's and had called the people with bounties on them telling them the place, his appartment, and the bank to credit. He also gave them a time he wouldn't be tehre and took the things back to his room with the help of a few otehr spacers wo both got a few credits for their trouble.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 3:17 pm
Cambot sat plugged into the Engineering room Computer as the boarding of the Astral Cleric continued, human and droid boarders exchanging fire with what crew remained. By Cambot's calculation, only a third of the ship remained under Republic control. However, in several sections the P1's were reporting jedi. Those sections were silent now.
If he could exibit facial expressions the Droid would have frowned.
20% P1 Casualties. Not good. He thought. By the loss of communication signals, it seems whatever is droping my minions is working their way back here. And that could prove disastrous for the entire action. If they regain control of Engineering, they could call for back up...
Suddenly there was the sound of a P1 getting disectetd by a saber: a sudden sharp hum of the blade followed by a somewhat comical "Arrgh! Ye got me Ye ground thumping dirtlubber!" which in turn was followed by the sounds of a pile of metallic parts dropping loudly to the deck.
A robe clad jedi stepped into the engineering room and gave a casual sweep of the area. Cambot initiated his defense mechanism as a precaution, unpugged from the computer, and remained immobile upon the computer desk, hopefully unoticed. He sent a silent warning to Cale's comlink as he observed the Jedi's actions
Noa spotted the main switches for the ship's systems and with a flick of his hand the switches at the far end of room turned back on.
Fortunately Cambot sat on the desk almost directly next to the switches, well in reach of them with his tractor beam.
He switched them off again.
Noa, about to conntact the bridge on his comlink, frowned and turned them back on again.
Cambot turned them off.
Intrigued, the Jedi flicked the switches back on again and watched. when nothing happened immediately, he activated his comlink.
Cambot turned them off.
"What the..." Noa muttered under his breath and walked over to the Switches. he shut them off manually and turned to activate his comlink, only to hear them click back to off behind him.
A tad annoyed, the Jedi switched them on again, only to see them switch off before his eyes.
His gaze narrowed and the jedi swept the room with the force, seeing if there was another force precense in the room. Just then he noticed Cambot sitting on the desk, cleverly holodisquised as a shockball.
"What the heck is this doing here?" Noa asked himself as he reached to pick it up. Cambot ran an electical current along his exterior and shocked the jedi when he touched him. cursing in pain he looked at the Disquised droid. Cambot noticed something taping him on the top of his spheroid casing.
That must be where the imager placed the off button. He's thinking he's shutting me off...
Cambot manipulated the holodisquise to show the button depressing.
"Click."
The Jedi looked baffled. "'Click?'" He force depressed the switch again.
"Click." Cambot said again.
The Jedi's gaze narrowed as he gripped his saber.
The Force alerted him and he rolled to the side as a Blaster Bolt screamed through the air where he was standing.
About damn time. Cambot thought.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:14 pm
Angel tried to hurry, finishing what remained of her meal. " If I had a guess as to what the next test would be, judging by his ' train the hand 1st ' routine, I'd say it'll be hand to hand combat or something. " Angel said to Trey. Leaving him to finish what was left on his plate at his own pace, she went outside where Labrynth was.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 8:37 pm
As Rekan meditated in his bath, Mordranna walked along the edge of the beach, not quite in the water yet.
"Quite a night for a walk, friend," called out an old man.
Mordranna recognized the voice at once, being the elderly lighthouse keeper. "You could say that," she cheerily added.
"I notice that your partner isn't with you. Is he allright?"
"Oh yes. He's meditating for the night," Mordranna replied. "You see, he's my padawan. I've been assigned by the praxeum to complete his training." After a pause, she added, "He's quite talented, but he hasn't done the trials yet,"
"Well, if you have time for some tea, and an old man's ramblings, why not listen to my story?"
Mordranna pondered the option set before her. Before I left for here, Tionne told me a story in regards to an ancient Jedi whom left the order to become a bounty hunter, roughly three hundred years ago. Perhaps the keeper might know more? "Yes," she said, nodding. "I should very much like to hear the story," As I arrived, I felt a vague dark presence roughly two hundred klicks northwest of here - a nexus?
Mordranna relaxed herself, looking out at the sea, as she listened to the keeper's story. "Yep. The kid's name was Vane Sildar. Dashin' young fella, or so they say. Anywho, he was one o' them grey Jedi fellers - though I guess you probably knew that. Not really dark or light. He could've joined CorSec if he wanted, but I guess he felt better workin' alone.
"In any case, Vane got himself a job. Seems some local noble lady or other got snatched up by a Hutt big wig. Gorgar the Hutt. Really nasty fella - makes Jabba the Hutt seem like a CorSec youth cadet by comparison, if you can believe that,"
"Sounds like a nice guy," Mordranna briefly chimed in, taking a sip of tea. "Continue, please?"
"You got it. Anyway, the gist of it was: the girl's family was to pay Gorgar a ransom, otherwise, he was going to have himself a nice new plaything. 'Course, the nobles can't have such a thing. So, the girl's family, and her fiance's family pony up a bounty, and Vane accepted."
"What happened then?" Mordranna queried.
"Well, you know what happens when a former renegade Jedi goes nuts in a Hutt's place, right?"
Mordranna nodded, recalling the story of Luke Skywalker's own exploits within the stronghold of Jabba the Hutt on Tatooine, some twelve years before.
"Yep, o' Vane went nuts. It was an amazing struggle, as he fought his way out of Gorgar's lair. That lightsaber of his goin' every which way. And so, they took off in Vane's ship, home free on the way to Naboo." The keeper then paused, then took a sip of tea. "However, Gorgar wasn't about to let his prize get away easy. And so, he took what few survivors he had, and they took off after Vane and the girl. It was a rough battle in the stars, but finally, Vane was hit, and he crashed on an island smack in the middle o' the ocean, about a ways yonder," the keeper said, pointing in a northwest direction. "Sildar's Isle. About two hunnerd clicks northwest o' here. And, the fishermen avoid it like a cat avoids water. They say there's bad vibes coming from. Funny thing is: that general area is known for warm, balmy weather. Except for that island. About half a click area o' the isle gets all chilly, even though it shouldn't. It just don't make no sense, y'know? Say it's cold as a tomb,"
Mordranna nodded, comparing notes with the lighthouse keeper. "I've heard allusions to your story at the praxeum, and, I should like to investigate the area with my padawan." After a pause, she then added, "This could serve as a test for him,"
The old man gave a kindly nod. "Well, dunno what you'll get out of it, friend. But, I hope you find what you're looking for out there,"
"Thank you," Mordranna said. "For both the tea - which was really good - and the story. And, may the Force be with you,"
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 2:18 pm
As DC lifted into the air a bit he just noticed the saber.
" ........Sorry....Pl.....Plea....PLEASE........." He choked out as anouther droid came up with better hands in a nice white case.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:35 pm
Pistol in hand, Cale Darksun stepped into the Engineering section of the Astral Cleric. His gaze fell upon the Jedi and he cracked a confident grin.
"Well what do you know? One of the Republic's pet force monkeys. Thats Lady Luck for ya. She sure keeps things interesting."
Noa ignited his blade and smirked as well. "I like to think I have a bit more training than a monkey. If you do not surrender, I'll be forced to demonstrate."
"Yak Yak yak." Cale said as he drew his cutlass with his right hand, gripping his Mos Eisley Special with his left. "How about you give up instead? I've wasted too much of my time to give up now."
"Not gonna happen." The man said as he hefted his blue blade. he made a gesture with his hands. "Its a good idea to surrender." He said.
Cale Blinked.
"You're kidding right?"
Noa made the gesture again. "You will surrender to the Republic."
"Nope. Not gonna happen." He twirled his blade in hand and assumed a stance, thumbing a switch on the butt of his gun."I'm Captain Cale Darksun, Last of the Dark Sun line, King of the Skull Base Raiders. The Day I Submit to anyone's Authority but my own will be the day the galaxy implodes."
Noa frowned and abandoned that tactic. So this is Darksun. Have to admit, he's no ordinary pirate. Noa thought. His will is strong. A sudden realization struck him. This is the Force disturbance I've sensed. This Pirate. He's attuned to the force...but in no way Ive ever seen. Neither light nor dark...just there, an anomaly in the Living Force. Intriguing The Jedi gripped his weapon and held it on guard. "Impressive Title. But you're space happy if you think you can best me with a vibrocutlass and a blaster."
"Attack me and find out Force Monkey." Cale taunted.
"Attack? I wouldn't be a very good Jedi if I attacked. The Force is for Knowledge and Defense. Never for attack."
"Yeah, but sometimes the best defense Is a good Offense!" Cale held his Cutlass up and charged, bringing the blade down to slice the Jedi.
"If this is your deffense, then its pretty offensive indeed." The Jedi snapped his blade up to parry the attack, expecting to burn the blade in two. To his suprise it didn't. Instead the weapon flashed green as it came in contact with the saber blade. A few sparks flew but the cutlass blade did not break.
Cale snapped up his pistol to fire, just to have the pistol go flying from his hand. Noa pushed the Cutlass blade away and force pushed Cale back.
Recovering, Cale snapped back into a fencer's stance. "Suprised?" He said smugly.
"Cortosis right?" Noa asked.
"Nope. Just a modified lightshield. Drains power off the vibro cutlass' energy cell as well as the shield's power pack. While it can't vibrate, with a blade this sharp i'l still hurt like hell. And since it has much less area to protect, it lasts far longer than a regular light shield on continual use."
Noa was impressed. "Clever Pirate. But the force is my Ally. And with such a powerful ally, I can not loose. Even with your little techno tricks stacked against me. I'll give you one last chance to stop resisting and give up."
"Not gonna happen."
"Suit yourself. Come at me then."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:38 pm
Cale drew a pair of Knives from his belt and hurled them with deadly accuracy at the jedi.
Noa parried the blades with his saber and they clattered to the floor.
Sensing an opening Cale rushed in and swung a low bow for the jedi's side.
Noa barely managed to dodge the blow, the cutlass slashing a tear through his robe.
"Well that wasn't very nice." Noa observed as he shed his torn cloak.
"I'm not that nice a guy." Cale returned as he slid in with another attack.
Noa parried and twirled his blade to strike at Cale's leg. Cale nimbly dodged the strike and lunged. Sidestepping the blow Noa twirled and slashed a blow across Cale's back.
Cale cursed and flicked another knife at the jedi. The Knife hovered in the air before the jedi's face and dropped to the ground.
Noa bowed mockingly to the pirate. "Care to try again? You can't beat a jedi at playing swordsman."
"I'm gonna try." Cale muttered as he rubbed at the burn scar across his back. With a yell he lunged again and delivered a flurry of sword strikes, each parried calmly by Noa. Cale pressed the attack as Noa gave ground to him. Finally Cale stopped and took up a guard stance, sweat glistening on his forehead as he stood to catch his breath.
Noa arched an eyebrow. "Finished?"
"Huh?"
With a sudden lightning fast strike, Noa knocked the blade from Cale's hand.
Cale held his hand out to the blade as it flew through the air and midway through its flight it stopped and returned to his hand.
Noa eyed Cale and smirked. "So you know a few tricks.. Impressive."
"Yep. you'll like this one." Cale's DC-15s seemingly materialized in his free hand and he fired.
Prepared to block a blaster bolt, Noa was suprised to see a stun bolt shoot out instead. he tried to dodge but caught some of the beam, partialy paralizing his left side.
Cale grinned as he tossed the gun aside. "There we go. that will even things up a bit." Switching his sword to his right hand, He came at the jedi again. Noa held up a palm and Cale went flying back across the room.
Cale rolled and came to his feet. Spying his DL-18 he reached out to it and it flew into his grasp. he snapped the pistol up, only to see Noa standing, armed with Cale's DC.
Cale's eyes grew rock steady and his grin was confident.
"Buddy, you've lost. The minute you drew that pistol you lost."
"Really? how is that?"
"One: I'm the best blastslinger in the Outer Rim. Two: I customized that pistol myself to fit my draw and aim. With you half paralized, with an unfamiliar blaster in your hand, and with me gunning you down, your advantage is gone."
Noa's face was grim. "You'd be suprised."
"Big words Force Monkey. Now shut up and shoot me if you got the choobies for it."
Noa fired, shooting Cale in the leg. Cale fell to his knee and held back a shout of pain.
Noa grinned. "I don't have the choobies for it eh?" He said.
Still wincing through the pain, Cale looked up to him with a grin on his face.
Noa looked puzzled. Then he realized his back was to the open door.
Rain pulled the trigger, sending a stun bolt straight into the jedi's head. Noa collapsed to the floor unconciously as Rain twirled and holstered her heavy pistol.
'Aw, you took a blaster bolt for me. How sweet." Rain joked as she walked over to Cale to help him up.
"Shut up. He would have seen you coming if I hadn't played him like a kloo horn." Cale cursed as his leg burned like hell. "Watch your step, Cambot's rolling around here somewhere."
"Right here Captain." He said as he floated up. "The Boarding is going on as planned."
"Good. at least thats one thing going right." Cale muttered as Rain helped him up.
"Captain? A Question." Cambot stated.
"Shoot."
"How is it that you were able to call your gun and sword to your hand?"
Cale chuckled. "That? the old mini tractor beam up the sleave trick. Now someone grab me that Jedi Robe. I got an Idea."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:02 am
The Jedi walked back onto the Bridge, drapped in his cloak.
Captain Norr glanced at the man anxiously. "Well? What happened?"
"The Pirates have sabotaged the main engines." Noa said grimly. "But after dealing with a jedi they'll think twice about trying to take the entire ship. We might be able to work out a compromise."
Norr frowned and his eyes Narrowed."Whats wrong with your voice?"
"Some cheap shoting pirate kicked me in the choobies." Noa said.
"And why are you wearing your hood?"
"Bad Acne?"
Before the Captain could reply, a blue blade cut its way through the bridge doors. Staggering in numbly with a number of wounds, Noa pointed his saber at the cloaked figure. "Hold you Imposter!"
"About time you got here." The Bothan rumbled. "It was getting ridiculous. But did you have to slice the door apart?"
"I was afraid i wouldn't have gotten here in time. But now we have more important things to discuss." Noa shifted his gaze to the cloaked figure. "Isn't that right? Captain Darksun?"
With lightning speed the pirate cleared leather and drew on the bothan captain, only to have the blaster fly into Noa's hands. The Bridge crew drew on the Pirate. Slowly he put his hands up and sighed in annoyance.
"I'd like my robe back now if you please." Noa said harshly.
Cale whipped off the cloak scowling. "Tarkin's Teeth, does this ever suck hydrogen." he muttered.
The Bothan chuckled at the current situation. "So, we meet face to face Captain Darksun. And I've yet to be eating my words. I have to compliment you on your boldness. But sadly, you're cute tricks are no match for the Republic."
"Up yours hairball." Cale snapped.
Norr frowned, his fur rippling in annoyance. "So full of that Corellian charm. Nonetheless, your reign of brigandry ends here." He turned to his comn officer and nodded. "Get on the ship wide comn. Let everyone know that we've captured the Pirate leader."
The jedi's lightsaber shut off and he turned to the Captain with an unsure look. "I'm not certain if that would be in our best intrests Sir."
"Why not?"
"Let me show you why. Pay close attention." With devistating speed and acuracy, the jedi opened fire on the Republic naval crewmen, taking down a number of them with stun blasts. Cale drew a hidden blaster and finished off those who remained. The two turned their guns on the captain, both smiling knowingly.
The Bothan's fur rippled in confusion. "What is the meaning of this Jedi Noa?!"
"Oh, I'm not Noa." The non-jedi said plainly. "We launched him out in an escape pod the first chance we got."
"Heh. good riddence." Cale muttered.
"Then who are you?!" Norr demanded, pointing to ex-Noa.
Noa smiled and pressed a button on his belt. the Holo image fadded and Cale Darksun, clad in a jedi's outfit, nodded to the bothan. "Ol'val Captain."
The Bothan's eyes goggled and he looked to the other Cale, who deactivated his holodisquise to reveal herself as Rain Starwind. "Ol'val." she said in an imitation of Cale's voice.
"You sound nothing like me."
"The hell I don't! 'I'm Cale Darksun!I'm a Pirate badass! I'm short and skinny and have a thing for black leather!'"
"Leave my jackets out of this. Besides, Ive seen what you wear off duty."
"Bite me, Sir."
"Really? where at?"
"Minions of Xendor, you're a perv."
Captain Norr stood looking down the barrels of two quality Blastech products, apearing completely confused and two shades paler.
Cale flicked a gaze back to him and pointed in triumph at the bothan. "THAT'S the expression I was hopping to see!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 2:21 pm
Labrynth sat on a post overlooking a ravine full of mist. The first one had come.
"Ah. At least miss Angel seems to keep some time schedule. See here," he motioned to the ravine, "this ravine is full of poles, just wide enough to gain one's proper balance on. as you can see, they are very slender, and they will bend with weight, but also very strong. Since i have neither the luxury of time or age to give proper training, I'm simply going to teach you to swim by dunking you in the deep end. These poles can get very slippery, but should you be able to walk, run, jump, and fight on them with ease, it should make the rest of the training much easier."
He flipped a little switch, which in turn turned a fan on for several seconds to disappate the mist.
"Of course, the ravine floor is about 10 meters down, so should you fall, you won't be seriously hurt, but quite willing to not do it again. And to start off easy, the blasters will be turned off."
Slowly getting up, he stepped onto one pole, which began to bend the instant he stepped on it. But knowing the course well, he simply used it to walk from one ople to the next, each barely containing his weight before bending. Upon reaching the other side, he commented, "Now, you will either succeed or fail. You cannot try to cross. You will either cross, or you will not. Now come."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 8:21 pm
Angel tried to follow, being careful to maintain her balance. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the bend on one pole and slipped, falling down to the ground below. She made her way back up by jumping from pole to pole until she made it to the top, where she did a rather graceful flip high into the air, that ended not so gracefully as she missed the poles entirely and fell to the ground again. Climbing up again, she stood at the edge and looked carefully. " Hmm... this one set of poles looks placed just right... " she thought. She ran across them, and made it all the way to the end, where she slipped on the last one and once again embraced the ground with a thud. Again at the edge and looking at the poles, she thought, " Perhaps this is a lesson on the Force. We aren't supposed to bend it to our own will, but rather embrace its own will and allow it to strengthen us the right way. So, let's see where these things take me. " She then stepped out and went along the poles in the way they were bending due to her weight. Though she was now walking an akward path, so far she was maintaining her balance.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 8:28 pm
"Center yourself. Your posture and balance stink, and you cannot achieve a simple walk. You are not a Cerulean, so you have no excuse to be so awkward."
Labrynth stepped out on a pole, the very insoles of both his feet barely touching the top part, with the pole itself not bending.
"The key is to center yourself. Once you can stand straight up, then you can move side to side, and then walk." With this, he minutely changed his center of balance by swinging his eyes left to right, as the pole slowly swayed back and forth, until he stopped the exercise.
"You may use the force if you like, but you really do not need it. I should know."
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