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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:38 pm
"Simple enough. Just let me punch a few buttons annnnddd..." Blaise said, manipulating the controls and listening to the squelch suddenly change to pure noise.
"If only I could get a salvage team for this stuff. A bit of elbow grease and time and I could make a killing on the parts. Either way, let's get back before anyone figures out this is where the interference is coming from. And someone carry that trophy buckethead. My mount's skittish enough to not need somethign else dragging along."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:42 pm
Nola pulls a line from her utility belt, hooks it to a speeder, and drapes the bound up trooper over the seat. She ties the synthrope line to the saddlehorn of her mount and climbes into the saddle.
The animal effortlessly tows the floating speeder bike as the twi'lek woman guides her kybuck back to the village.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:45 pm
Reloading his carbine, Sish rumbles low in his throat like an aligator, pleased with his kills, and mounts up on the beast Blaise rode in on. Clicking his teeth, the trando turns his beast back home.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:58 pm
LATER, BACK AT THE VILLAGE....
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:52 pm
While Sish and Ember were getting treated for their wounds, the stormtrooper that was proped up against a tree groaned and struggled against the tape.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:58 pm
Blaise heard the strains, as he finished cleaning up the speederbike. Although the trooper was wrapped up in a nice silver cocoon of tape, he still struggled. Taking his batan, but not turning it own, he tapped the solder on the helmet.
"Wakey wakey, fresh acklay bakey," he snickered, his eyeless sockets staring at the trooper.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:00 pm
The soldier's head shifted slightly to look at his tormentor.
"Oh look. Its halloween. They got the skeletons out and everything."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:10 pm
((I'm making the intimidate roll too.))
The Givin gave a laugh. When you have an advantage like this, there's not much you can do to not feel rather secure.
"It's pretty good, huh?" he asked. "Totally home made. Thankfully, I spent the last couple hours fixing the gear around here, waiting for you to wake up. Now we get to play a nice game. You seem like the fun type. Tell you what. You cooperate and tell the skeleton all I want to know about your buddies, and I might just let a blasterbolt kill you swiftly and painlessly. If not, I can just let the nice savage natives use their pent up rage on you, after i use all the tools in my kit to get the information out. Sound good?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:16 pm
"You really don't know how to bargain, do you? Promising to kill me isn't exactly a great way to convince me to spill my guts. But fine. I'll bite you retarded alien. What do you want to know?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:24 pm
Blaise called C4 over, as the little astromech complied. It wheeled over before letting a cold blast from it's fire extinguisher on the captive.
"Killing you is the nicest thing I can do. I despise humans, as much as you despise us. So why lie? I want to know how many of you bucketheads are around here. And that prison that's nearby. How many manning it, defenses, reinforcements, the whole lot. If you make it real detailed, I might let someone else pick your fate for you."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:26 pm
"You mean the nearest one? The one guarded by the AT-ST?" The trooper asked, his armored plates and bodysuit protecting him from the blast. "Because theres a lot of prisons out here. I just wanna make sure."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:38 pm
Blaise gave a smile as he looked at the helmet's cold glance back at him. Wiping the mist from the eye sockets, he stared at his reflection, before taking the helmet off and looking at it. A piece of his clothes began to make the armor shine, if only infantismally small effect-wise, before trying to see through the thing.
"You know exactly which one I'm talking about. You want to play coy, I can sit here all day stealing your gear to sell piece by piece. I'm a.... collector of sorts, in the buisness of selling gear and parts. Seeing as how easily you got knocked out by a guy like me, a petty thief, I can only guess at how desperate the empire is these days for recruits. C4, use the arc welder."
A small arm extended, before Blaise picked up his datapad which held the local map. He added, "We'll start with the nearest prison, and work our way around the area. This prison here, compliments and defenses. Now."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:43 pm
Suddenly there was a loud rip of tape and in an instant the trooper lept to his feet and threw his gauntleted fist into Blaise's face (4 dmg).
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:19 pm
Both sides wiff their blows and the next round of combat occurs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:27 pm
Protected by his armor and his military training, the Stormtrooper is proving a tough opponent for Blaise and his droid to take down on equal footing. However, the trooper is just not trained enough, being unable to land a blow himself.
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