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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:38 pm
The fight has degraded into a stalemate as neither side is able to gain the upperhand on the other.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:42 pm
Round 4 of the stalemate as the epic slap fight between the Stormtrooper Recruit and the duo of Blaise and C4 drags on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:49 pm
Round five and the opponents show no sign of slowing down.
Or speeding up.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:57 pm
Finally Blaise lands a blow with his stun baton and puts out the lights of the Stormie.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:03 pm
Huffing and puffing, Blaise stands atop his prize, bloodied in the face but otherwise, somewhat safe. He wasn't going to waste his time anymore, before delivering another blow to the back of the stormies head, and stripped the body.
"AT-ST, huh? Well, can't say we won't be underprepared anymore..."
He called for a pair of felucians to come help him out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:12 pm
The Felucians, not understanding the language of the skeletal organism, ignored him and resumed their buisness crafting weapons from the jawbones of beasts.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:30 pm
"Primitive beasts," Blaise muttered to himself, as he dragged the dead trooper over to a nearby shroom. He doused the bottom of the fungus with oil, and had a spark from C4 light the being up in flames. The smell was beyond horrible; no different than what the imperials were to most aliens, he justified. Barbaric humans, at least he had salvaged some stormtrooper armor. Perhaps one of the humans could use it tomorrow, if for nothing else better defense.
Looking at it, he looked around, and back at the armor. "It'd be better if it was camoflaged." he muttered, before trying to find the rest of the group patching up, leaving C4 to tend any rogue flames.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 12:35 am
As Blaise joined the rest of the group, Roth was just finishing patching up Sish. Ember's wound was treated as well while Nolaa looked on, cleaning her blaster.
Mandrake aproached the group, rubbing his hands and with a smirk on his face.
"Well I have good news, fellows. I managed to get in contact with an aquaintence of mine, a sort of bush ranger I've traded with. I figured you could use the extra men. He knows the territory and is decent with a blaster. The guy's name is Zel Strommrath."
Roth frowned and shook his head.
"Lovely. One more unknown quanity to add to this situation: a Felucian Redneck. He just better know his way to the target. I'm getting sick of what this world has thrown at us already."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 1:22 am
Ember sits up, her bright eyes glazed over by the painkiller surging through her veins. Her gaze lingers on each face, as if making sure of whom o she was looking at, until she looked up at Mandrake and smiled lazily at his attitude.
“You know, for such a backwater out of the way sith-spit-hole of a world this place sure is hoppin’.” She half giggles before falling back into her sleeping bag and passing out in a drug induced slumber that would last though out the night.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:56 am
Zel slid off the saddle of his kybuck who paced around, clearly on edge, his boots sinking into the soft jungle soil as he crossed into the small Imperial outpost, rifle in hand. Soldiers shrewn about on the ground, blaster burns dark against their white armor, he had heard this fight miles away, just after receiving a call from Mandrake, a man he had had a few meetings with in the past, an old soldier, he remembers acting as a guide for his unit during the days of the war, frowning as he noticed the dead kybuck, that must've been the reason for Bach'lor's uneasiness. He shouldered his rifle and got to work.
After retrieving the power-packs and the blasters from the troopers, he paced back over to his kybuck, hanging what blasters that wouldn't fit in a bag with the power packs in them. Climbing back up into the saddle, he turned his mount around and quickly galloped away from the encampment, soon the jungles predators would be here to finish the job that those he'd meet at the village soon left. Nature would take its place in disposing of the evidence, it was the Force at work, and that was its way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 6:54 am
"Still the extra blaster won't hurt," Sish replied as he pulled out his pistol to double check the repairs he made. "With any luck, having someone else around will mean that I have less blaster marks to buff out."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:40 am
The next day, the party is assembled with the tracker Zel joining the group. On foot, the party is led by their Felucian guide to the target. Their Felucian scout leads them around obstacles and potential threats and takes them directly to the facility. Their guide doesn’t say much on the journey and simply leads them to their target with solemn determination.
When the party arrived, they discovered that the prison facility to be a relatively squat, two-story building in characteristic Imperial style: gray walls with a slight outward slant, no visible windows, and a plain visage that left no room for accoutrements. The second story of the building was visibly smaller than the ground floor, and blinking lights lined the top floor’s edges. A large set of blast doors denoted the ground floor entry to the building, while a single gun turret (which appeared to be an E-Web
blaster built into the wall) jutted out a few meters to the door’s left. Otherwise, there were no other visible entrances or exits to the facility. Stormtroopers stood guard at the facility’s blast doors, while the low hum of speeder engines indicated that there might be scout troopers on patrol nearby.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:42 am
"Bloody fantastic." Roth muttered, gripping his pistol as he observed the construction."Now how are we supposed to get in? I think they're prepared for a frontal charge..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:47 am
"Were you planing for a frontal charge?" The woodsmen whispered back, the sarcasm apparent, his rifle in his hand as he looked for any possible way to enter besides those two huge inviting doors in the front.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:56 am
"Its perhaps the only tactic that this lot understands, yourself included." Roth replied as he anylized the two story building. "This isnt mushroom hunting, Bushranger. This is an infiltration and rescue mission against an Imperial Military Instillation."
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