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 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 11:54 am
Annoyed at it all, Zel rushed over to the comn.
As the astromech took control of the panel, he cleared his throat and talked into the comn.
"Everything's under control. Situation Normal."
From the other side came a reply. "What happened?"
"We had a slight weapons malfunction, but, uh, everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine, we're all fine here now. The Lieutenant was uh, just panicked by a felucian vole. tried shooting at it."
"Is that all? Get off the comn you idiot. You're tying up the line."
The click on the other end indicated that the command station had hung up.
"Well that aught to buy us some time." Zel muttered.
"Plenty." Roth said as he motioned Nolaa into the room. "Nolaa, place that demolitions charge Mandrake gave us next to those panels. That should cause a large enough chain reaction to destroy the base."
As Nolaa did so, C4 began to chitter and beep exitedly.
"Whats the matter?" Roth said suddenly. "Have we been found out?"
"No...no it looks like he found something." Zel replied as the droid printed off a copy of what he found.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 11:56 am
//ROUTED . . . SECURITY ENCRYPTION CONFIRMED
//FROM PRAKITH CITADEL COMM CENTER VIA HOLONET NODE
6673-ALPHA
//FROM NODE 6673-ALPHA VIA STAR DESTROYER ASSIDUOUS
Priority 1 Message Follows:
Prepare former Admiral Gilder Varth for transfer to the Citadel.
Inquisitor Draco will be arriving within a standard Felucian
day/night cycle to take custody of the prisoner. You are instructed
to have your medical technicians ensure that Varth is fully rested
and at his highest possible strength.
Interrogation chemicals should be administered to Varth upon
notification that the Inquisitor has arrived on Felucia. Varth will be
transferred by shuttle to the Assiduous before Inquisitor Draco takes
custody. Time from administration of interrogation chemicals to
transfer to the Inquisitor’s personal transport should fall within an
acceptable window of 27 to 54 minutes.
//END TRANSMISSION
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:01 pm
Studying the printout, Roth quickly moved to the control panel and began typing commands.
"This message...it came from the Victory in Orbit. High Priority."
Roth pulled back from the control, a worried expression on his face.
"It seems we must accelerate our timetable."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:03 pm
"Then let's not waste time. Where to?" asked Sish.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:04 pm
"So we have to find whomever you're trying to bust out of this joint before some high inquistitor goes pecking on some person. That's good to know, but who are we trying to find so C4 can try to see how close we'll get to the admiral. If at all costs, I'd love to stay as far away from that area as possible," Blaise stated. Afterall, everyone had been on a need-to-know basis...
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:08 pm
"Admiral Gilder Varth," Roth said as he checked the charge of his pistol, "Is a former Imperial Officer. Highly regarded, but apparently he has lost favor with the Emperor. Our employer wants to know what he knows, so we're here to rescue him. And if we're all done here, then we should move on."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:13 pm
"The odds of that were 344:3," Blaise stated, before spewing off curse words in the multiple languages he knew. "C4, grab the layouts of this joint and find which room he is in. If this is an imperial prison, it'll probably be in the 1100's or something..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:38 pm
"Here give me the charge, I've had some experience with explosives before," said the T'doshok.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 2:13 pm
Ember looked at the layout of the facility and an idea come to her mind as she checked her watch, the time stamp on the message and the chronometer on the wall.
“Ok, I think if we can time this right we can be gone before they know what happened. Here’s the plan.” Ember gathered everyone around the map and out-lined her idea.
“Ok, let be about this.” She grinned up at them, checking her blasters e-clip before moving to the door of the medical lab. She placed her hand above the door controls, waiting for the others to be ready.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:21 pm
"Our opponents are human imperials that, if our previous encounters hold true, aren't up to regulation. They're probably too dumb to answer a simple arithmatic question much less catch a disguise," Blaise said, his eye sockets staring at the lift he was guarding, sitting atop C4.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 10:00 am
The rest of the party moved into position and awaited Ember's opening of the door.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 9:19 am
This vast chamber seems at first to be a place of healing—at least, until you take a closer look. Large bacta tanks line one border of the room, and other medical equipment is distributed haphazardly throughout the area. Operating tables, many with clamps and other restraint devices, seem to be scattered throughout the room with no real pattern to their arrangement, and the entire room has the same sterile smell of a medical bay.
Standing next to a computer console near the bacta tanks is a 2-1B Droid and a human. Dressed in the sterile white robes of doctors throughout the galaxy, the man seems to be little more than a scientist. The insignia of the Empire sits on a patch on each shoulder, but otherwise he looks like a normal medical researcher.
Strapped to the tables, however, is something altogether inhuman. These Felucian have clearly undergone some kind of mutation; their muscles bulge and their bodies seems to bend in unnatural places. The creatures' right forearms have been removed entirely, and instead a long bone blade extends from the elbow, growing out of the flesh with a ragged, serrated edge. Thick, tough-looking scales grow out of the Felucians' bodies.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 1:25 am
A blaster bolt from Sish disintegrated much of the Imperial doctor's skull with a wet pop of boling brain and cracking skull.
The 2-1B looked down at his master and sadly shook his head.
"You're dead, Jim."
Glancing back at the well armed party busting in through the door, the droid simply held its hands up.
"Well that went smoothly." Roth said, holstering his pistol. "I could certainly get used to this."
At that moment a blaster bolt caught Roth in the leg causing a cascade of sparks. (11 dmg)
"Again!?" He said, equal parts surprised and annoyed.
From down the corridor, four stormtroopers and an Imperial Gunner mustered and opened fire, catching the party off guard.
"Mow 'em down!" One of the troopers shouted as the stormies began spraying blaster bolts at the heroes. Aside from the one that hit Roth, however, the troopers were shooting with the same skill they had shown since the heroes started their mission.
The Imperial Gunner, however, leveled a blast cannon at the heroes and caught not only Zel, his target, but Sish and Nolaa as well. (16 dmg for Zel, 8 dmg Sish and Nolaa)
"Makin' bacon!" The Gunner crowed upon seeing the damage he wrought.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 10:53 am
Sish's blaster wings the gunner but Zel fails to hit with his shot.
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