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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 4:12 pm
ElladanKenet The Toydarian mercenary coughed, sending loud echos through the dark hallway. Followed was a trio of wheezes, all but confirming his damaged lungs and old age. Still, this would hardly unqualify him for this simple job. He had a pair of security droids, ancient CIS models, and all three of them were armed with heavy blasters, and portable alarms. The base was buried into the side of a mountain, and chock full of slaves, spice, thousands of credits,a nd more loot they he was sure they could ever use. He sighed, leaning back. He began closing his eyes, as a small movement caught his eye. Sitting up, he leveled his blaster and turned on his searchlight. There was nothing he could see... One of the battledroids murmured from its nearby post. "What is it?" He grunted and flapped his wings irritatedly. "Nothing. Just my imagination." As a sat back down, and the guards resumed their positions, that imagination wavered right in front of him, bending light an invisible curtain. Before the guard could even move, a Noghri assasin's knife slit his throat. The droids noticed as their master died, and both came over to see what had caused it, but there was a shower of sparks, followed by a brief EMP pulse, and both droids fell lifeless to the feat of Detre clan Eikh'mir. The infiltration couldn't have gone better. After Detre took out the front sentries, the rest of the noghri team moved in, and within moments, the entire tunnel-network's outer defenses were disabled. The lead noghri raised his arm to his head and spoke into it. "Infiltrtion sssucessss. Proceeding to phasssse two." The next job was a little trickier. The secondary sentries weren't so lazy or senile as the first ones, and they all carried bigger weapons, as well as scanners; the droids were also meaner. To counter this, the noghri planted a few EMP charges, set them off and watched the droids fry, then plastered any organics with their disruptors. This, of course, set off the alarms, but at this point it hardly mattered. They were in, and noone could get out.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 5:46 pm
((I am infuriated that you show up with a fleet when most of your forces are at least several hours away EK. You've also shown your hand by bringing in the heavies, that was just an act of stupidity on your part. By the time you're ready to blow me out of the sky I'll be long, as will the bridge crew of that Stalwarth. To counter the Ion Dragon your best bet is bombers, not heavies, not destroyers, T-97s. ))
Revak smirked as he watched the fleet of ships screaming toward the conflict, if he'd been in Jenel Olo's Pride of Mantell he might have been worried, but the Ion Dragon was a very different ship, with very different weaknesses. A mob of starships might be a threat, if he let them close in and fill the space with turbolaser fire, but a quick attack run just took a few seconds, so even then the approaching enemy formation was just that, a bunch of ships that he could easily outmaneuver.
If they deployed gravity wells Revak could simply roll-over, dive toward Utapau, do a solo slingshot and pull out several hundred thousand kilometers from his foes and run toward space. If they tried to tractor beam his ship Revak might also be in trouble, but a tractor beam was a weapon of extreme short range and couldn't be focused on a fast moving target very easily.
The real danger was starfighter incursion, the Ion Dragon lacked anti-starfighter weaponry, and Imperial Starfighters could mass fire their weapons against the ship, taking down its shields and other defenses. Still, he'd be well clear before that Vengeance had deployed its compliment.
So the Ion Dragon screamed in at the Stalwarth blazing away. It's plasma fire strafing down the ridgeline of the ship before slicing through the bridge and killing everyone there. As the Dragon pulled away from the now decapitated starship she bucked from a handful of turbolasers that had managed to track the swift craft. With a flash of pseudomotion she leapt out of the danger zone and dove back into hyperspace.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:08 pm
Nestled in a bay on Junction, the Arcadia observed the automated transfer of supplies and equipment she had purchased before making planetfall. The Ionite proved to be worth a pretty penny, especially after a little creative wheeling and deeling with the interested buyer. She almost regretted hoarding a little for herself instead of dumping off the entire shipment. But the idea of sending a gravity accelerated chunk of mass straight through someone’s shielding system as though it were paper was a very entertaining idea.
She now had a nice little nest egg going, even after purchasing the supplies required. That meant she could afford a few luxuries: a nice docking bay, a few gadgets, some raw mat metals for parts and processing, and still some cash left to cover landing fees at the next port of call.
Wherever that was.
Sia had plugged into the local holonet and downloaded newer starmaps and information, but there was still the problem of locating the right place for a much more substantial download. The Empire was as a**l as ever and movement about the galaxy would be tricky to do while attempting a low profile. Places that would have the ripest data would be patroled by Imp battlewagons like the ones patroling this system.
Stalwart, Pellaeon, Beldon; who the hell names these ugly a** ships? She wondered as she rifled through data. Glad I never enlisted. I’d probably be labeled something stupid like the Piet class heavy corvette or the Crusader class gunbboat, or something equally lacking in creative thought. And that’s just the class name! I can’t even begin to imagine what dumb a** name they’d try and tag on individual ships! Most likely it would be some nounified adjective like the Eviscerator, or the Inflexible. I swear, the Empire has some of the lamest ideas ever.
Speaking of lame, where’d Blondie go?
The ship ran a quick scan of herself and came up empty.
Oh hell…Now where did he run off to? You’d think he’d leave a note or something!
The ship ignighted her repulsors, intending to go look for the wayward Jedi when the realization of the situation struck her. There was no way she could find him. There were far too many sentinent organisms in port for her to scan the entire city, and even if she did, the sight of a ship hovering around scanning would draw far more attention then she would have liked.
She was grounded.
She started muttering curses and swears to herself as she sat in the docking bay feeling disturbingly useless. As the minutes ticked by with no sign of Link, a thought struck her.
What if he doesn’t come back?
What if he gets hurt, or killed, or snatched by the Imps?
Or worse. What if he goes off with another ship??
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:43 pm
The speeder-bike sped through the neighborhoods. Those who saw the biker watched carefully and others slowly made there way inside. Bikes where common around here, especially those with robed riders. Dri'sahs face was shroded by a mask that connected the front of the hood, and covered his mid and lower face.
There where many tasks to be done while planet-side, and he was given no time limit. Prehaps he would spend some time in the city between targets. But he doubted he would care to. Still, it amused the Sith how open people where in this day and age, and he could prehaps gather a few rumors, or hunt down truths of others. The Sith cleared his mind as he turned his bike into the lot of an apartment complex. Once off the bike, he stroud into the complex, his saber-hilt sliping into his hand before being covered by his robes sleeves. A red sun would rise in the morning upon Bothawui.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 7:50 pm
Loki the Stampede Llednard left hyperspace. He had fallowed the same path that the Ballet made, but he wasn't reading the ship... Or the rest of his squad. He looked around, starting to worry. He flipped his open comm on. "Come in, all ships within range. This is Skywalk Leader. Hello? Hello? Ballet, are you picking this up?" His glow of his fighter's engines began to fade, as his ship drifted over the planet... "Like, we're just landing right now," Freya replied to the commed transmission. "We're on the east side of one of the smaller canyon ranges. Totally look for a small concrete square about ... like, big enough for a couple of freighters, dude. Like, see ya planetside!" After that, Freya turned to Aurora. "So, like yah! Hot chocolate sound totally groovy to the max?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:31 pm
" Busted. Aw, too bad. Take it off, Baby. " the man said to Angel, who slowly slipped out of her skirt, tossing it to his side of the table. They were in a private room in some hotel-esque type building, and both seemed to be enjoying their little private Pazaak game.
Short while earlier...
" Oh, you're gonna love this one. Turns out this guy's apparently a big playboy. That makes it easy for you. The hard part is they don't allow any weapons inside the building he's holed up in. They've heard about the other AA member deaths and starting to think someone's out to kill them. Luckily, he and the few bodyguards around there are armed, so the only stealth you really need to use is sneaking a weapon away from someone there. " the Mandalorian said as he came up by Angel, who was sitting in a chair being given a little cosmetic makeover. Her hair was dyed red, her complexion slightly darker, and she answered in more of an innocent schoolgirl type tone. " Looks like playing on lust will be the most secure method of pulling this off then. I don't like going for the whore angle, but at least it means I don't have to kill everyone inside, just him. "
Shortly after her makeup was all done, she came down to the planet in a transport, her fake personal and ship IDs holding solid to authorities.
" Looks like a close one. Feel lucky? " the man asked, himself in only his underwear and Angel in her panties. The cards were dealt. Another bust for his redhead guest. " I still got my body, if you'd play another round. " Angel said, after tossing her panties at him, letting him see her naked form. She knew from the expression he'd be constantly showing he wouldn't turn her down. Another intentional loss, and Angel gave an " Oh poo. Looks like I'm yours tonight. " with a wink. The only-too-eager thug got up and walked to his bed, inviting her to it. Complying, his not-so-innocent new girlfriend slid under the sheets, and as he joined her, he began to get on top of her. As he closed the gap between their bodies...
" ... Ugh. " he barely let out a sound before Angel slammed a hand over his mouth, muffling his scream. " Aw... And you were so close. " she taunted, moving her arm that was hidden beneath the sheets, twisting the vibroknife she had stabbed him with. As the life left his body, Angel tossed him aside, getting up off the bed. " Next time you take your pants off, be sure to remove your weaponry before tossing it right beside me on the floor, sithing moron. " Getting dressed, Angel left the room, the guards quietly escorting her out so as not to disturb their boss that they were all convinced was sleeping after a bout of intimate action.
Another short transport flight later, she left the planet and was picked up by her crew, the ship having been hiding in plain sight not too far off under a sensor-jamming field. < The logical conclusion would be you are returning from a success. Is this correct? > " Yes. Though he came a little close to going farther than I wanted. I hope the next one is more of a gunfighting type. This kinda hit makes me a little uneasy. " < I will calculate more oppurtune times to attempt less... 'risque' as you say, ethods. > " That reminds me, I need to punch that Mandalorian in the mouth for coming up with this disguise. I look like a whore. " Angel then went off to her cabin to clean all the makeup off and change, as the ship headed for yet another random destination.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:21 am
"Hot chocolate sounds great about now," she said as the exited the ship. "You guys OK?" she asked the Jedi.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:44 am
Llednar lets out a sigh of relief, started started the fighter down into the planet.
"Hey, R8... Did that girl talk a little funny, or is it just me?"
His ship responded with a few beeps and boops of agreement. The CF9 Crossfire soon made its way into the crater, its lower wing bending and locking into place, landing next to the ballet. He shut off the fighter, and took his helmet off, placing of the dashboard of the controls and monitor. The cockpit opened, and he climbed down the cut out ladder slots on the side, and started walking over to the other ship, to meet those on board.
He wore the standard gray flight suit, with life support modules on the chest. A modified DL blaster hung at his waist, open lazly...
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 12:34 pm
As the Sith's boot connected with the jedis face, it sent the Knight spiraling into the wall. In the middle of the room, a lightsaber hilt lay cloven in half, the jedi himself was bruised, and his left arm hung from his shoulder in a limp way, black and blue marks all over. Dri'sah strode over to the jedi and garbed him by the collar of his tunic, pulling him up the wall and off of it. His orange eyes staring into the blue orbs of the jedi's as he drove his knee into the stomach of the jedi twice before letting him drop to the ground.
Coughing up some blood, the human just lay on the ground, limp and near-dead. He had put up a valiant duel, but once his saber was gone, he showed not but the most basic training in hand-to-hand, nothing compared to his opponents mastery of martial arts that would put most echani to shame. Darth Latro laughed, he hadn't even tried to use any force powers on him. He beckoned his saber into his hand and ignited it. Stepping over to the jedi, the human reach over and gripped his boot, perhaps a final, last struggle for his pathetic life.
That struggle was quickly ended as he drove his saber straight down into the jedi's chest. He was a coward, thats why Dri'sah prolonged what could have been a simple kill. To show the jedi what true strength was. He cut the blade and hung the saber back on hs belt as he strode from the room. Three jedi had already died before the sun set on Bothawui, they never even had any clue of each other. Next we would head back to the capital city. There was still one more jedi left, this one would be no push-over though, and would possibly be well guarded. But it would not matter. Darth Fett always got his kill.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:04 pm
Feeling the anxiousness in the crew and fighters, aswell as the stiffness in his commander, Tantis sat on the floor and began one of the best weapons in the Jedi arsenal Battle Meditaton, influencing those allies around him to be more confident and boost morale.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:52 pm
Freya led the way out of the Ballet, walking down the entrance ramp. What? Like people still fly those pieces of crap?! she thought, shaking her head at the crossfire. Now, a sparrow. Now, that is so totally a ship!
"Hey, dude! Like, glad to see you could totally make it." Freya said to the newcomer. "So anyway, I guess I should totally comm my brother to pick up some donuts on the way here while we totally make some hot chocolate."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:21 pm
The wind blew through Mos Eisely calmly, kicking up sand here and there. It was a peaceful day, it seemed-trade going on as usual throughout the town.
Inside of a Cantina, a man was sitting down-having a drink by himself. He was clothed in a usual gettup as the other patrons in the bar-so he fit right in. He sipped at his drink calmly, his thoughts absent, his mind wandering elsewhere-Until someone bumped into him, and he spilled his drink. Unfortunatly, the drink had been spilled on a rowdy Spice Trader's jacket, and the trader growled, looking up.
"Guess I'll just buy another," the man mused to himself, sliding some credits across the table.
"HEY, PUNK," The trader shouted at the man as he stood up, "What's your problem-You not respect other people?!" This caused the man to look up casually, seeing his spilt drink on the front of the man's jacket, and sighed, "I'm sorry sir-It was an accident. This bar is, after all, quite crowded."
"Don't be talkin' your sass to me, punk," The trader shouted at him, "I'm a member of the Hutt's space crew-So don't be actin' all big 'n bad with me!"
"I had no idea I was even being so dis-respectful," The man said calmly, "Please, forgive me by allowing me to buy you a drink."
"Ohhh NO, you're gonna fork over the credits for a new jacket-This one's ruined! Baby cost me 5 thousand," The trader replied his mood becoming more unsettled-and it seemed that his friends in the bar, if you could call them such, were becoming as agitated with the man as he was.
"Sorry-But I don't have that much on me-How about a rain check," The man replied calmly, taking his new drink the bartender had set before him and sipping it gently.
"Rain Check...?" With that, the trader burst out laughing, and then grabbed the man by his vest, lifting him to a standing position, "You ain't followin' me-Either you pay me now with Creds-Or with your LIFE!"
"Well, seeing as I don't have the credits, and I consider my life to be worth something, then I guess there's no alternate route for me to take but to kindly ask you to let go of me," The man replied calmly, his long, brown hair falling down around his shoulders.
"An' if I refuse," The trader questioned with a toothy grin.
"Then...I'm afraid there's going to be trouble," The man replied evenly.
The trader, and the rest of those who now seemed to be accompanying him by standing up, laughed. He looked the man in the face, and asked him amusedly, "What's your name, boy?"
"My name," The man replied, and suddenly, his arm was grasping the Trader's hand, the Trader letting out a scream of pain as his wrist became dislocated with a twitch of Vincent's hand, "-is Vincent Skyy..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:49 pm
Kusei Maki stepped into the briefing room and sat at the opposite side of the large round table that dominated the room. Across from her Fleet Admiral Borill Elsyn stroked his beard, beside him was his second in command, the chiss Rear Admiral Kull.
As she sat Borill spoke, "I believe you have something for us?"
Kusei stirred slightly before begining her presenation, "Yes Admiral. Among the data I procured from the base there I obtained this information..." Glancing down she slid a datapad into the built in console before her and the holoprojector whirred to life. A list of dates and numbers appeared in the air, slowly revolving above the table.
"...This is the accounts recievable for the Abregado base, using it I've been able to identify the primary fiscal backers for the GLF, at least those that helped in the construction of the base. Thanks to Intelligence sources within the Banking Guild we've been able to track down the identity of those that own a portion of the accounts." Punching a button on her datapad a second image appeared, this time one of a young human woman with blond hair and green eyes, she looked to be in her early twenties, "This is the primary backer for the base, Freya Starsinger, though her contributions were only twenty percent of the total income for the GLF base she is by far the largest fiscal contributor, the other seventy-eight percent is spread over a hundred other persons."
Beside Borill, Rear Admiral Kull leaned forward, "Are you suggesting that we freeze her assests?"
"Not at present, such an action could compromise the intelligence we've gained. No, our best course of action will be to use the information to follow the money trail." Kusei smiled coldly, "If you want to eliminate the GLF we need better information, and so long as this money trail exists we have a means of tracking her... and who is to say she won't lead us straight to the GLF's new base. We might be able to even 'flip' her."
Borill grinned slightly, "Excellent work Kusei... you've got new orders, I want you to track down this Starsinger and feel her out. Flip her if the opportunity presents itself, but don't loose track of her... understand?"
Kusei nodded, "Admiral, I'll need to stop by Mandalore to pick up some additional equipment, she may have Jedi with her."
Borill nodded, "I'll have a shuttle prepared immediately then. I suppose you intend to use your own transportation for this once you leave Mandalore?"
"Yes sir," Kusei answered wearily, sometimes she wondered if the Bothan wasn't reading her mind. Plus she still had to talk to Ari about the Mandalore she'd seen on Abregado Rae.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:53 pm
Fina ignored Tantis for the moment... She was only really concerned about the ships. Sure a few ships couldn't really be a threat to the entire fleet, but they really couldn't afford to lose ships. The chance of the fleet losing any ships was very little, but the fact that there were a few force users with the new arrivals changed things... Well, no need to let it get to her too much. It wasn't as if she could go do anything, nor would it make any difference if she was up there...
That decided, Fina merely stood still where she was, clasping one hand in the other behind her and waiting for Sven to be done with things, eyes turning off to the side, looking from Tantis to the others.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:01 pm
(Mmm, new meat. twisted )
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