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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:58 pm
"Poor chap. Nice guy, but he'll be dead before he reaches the next bar." Hudson moaned.
"What makes you say that?" Gunnie replied, feeling his arm up, searching for another pistol.
"Guy was so nice to come take a chat with us. Probably the only reason why he isn't dead now is because there haven't been any outlaws here since the Empire."
"There's plenty of them. Just take a look around you."
"No, I mean real ones. A true outlaw has class, suave, isn't afraid of the world. Isn't afraid to show his face, and in fact, likes it plastered on the walls. He can charm millions and scare billions. Nowadays, everyone is just some wannabe, thinking they're Dash or Han or some jedi, with all the lightsabers nowadays. Heck, those guys over there think we don't know about the pistols they clicked off. Something tells me that us old farts just talk too much about the old days anymore."
The pair stood up, and headed for the door, as two thugs stepped in line behind them and one in front of them.
"Who are you callin' thugs?" A rather large outlaw boasted, commanding the doorway.
"You guys, naturally."
"We ain't no thugs."
"I wouldn't be reaching for your pistol."
"I ain't no thug, and I ain't reachin for no pistol."
"Sure you are. And in about five seconds, you'll be singing soprano."
"Whadda gonna do about it, call your jedi pal?"
"No. He's behind you."
Gunnie fired two shots, stunning the pair behind him. The first outlaw, caught offguard by the comment, had looked behind, and by the time he reached down, lookign for the blaster on his hip, found a vibroknife at his groin and his pistol in the webbed hand.
"Former pickpocket. Gunnie's just triggerhappy," Hudson replied, giving a shrug, and handing the pistol back. A shocked hand warmly accepted it back. "Please, step aside?"
The outlaw stepped aside, and watched the pair walk outisde.
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Back at the Kapella, Gunnie and Hudson related their adventures to Neb, who nodded and "mm-hmmed" and "ahhed" occasionally. Hudson finished his story, and looked at the jedi, who was still reading. Neb put the book down, and looked up.
"I'm sorry, you were saying something?" He chided, giving a chuckle. "Don't worry, I got a picture downloaded off the holonet. Apparently he's got a fanclub of three humans, six wookiees, and twelve gamorreans who really love him to death. Only in the New Republic..." Neb groaned, getting up, and heading down the ramp.
"I think I know where to find him."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:35 pm
Cale managed to get back to his ship. as soon as he got there he began to examine every inch of her fo some kind of hidden tracer, perhaps becoming a bit overly paranoid. He called it cautious.
Cambot floated down silently by his shoulder and followed him as he looked.
"welcome back sir. No Jedi Ships exist in port, though 6 are registered to the Republic."
"Crap, that doesn't help. The Jedi are the Rep's best pals. they could have one on any of those, or they could not. Depends if he showed up."
"He Sir? an old aquaintence perhaps?" The Droid asked in an odd tone.
Cale glanced up at him curiously, then turned back to his inspection. "Of sorts. he tried to bring me in on Ord Mantell."
"A Bounty Hunter Sir?" the Droid asked again.
"No. a Jedi." Cale said as he then opened the small cargo hold of his fighter. He drew out some extra clips, a few spare grenades, and his shades.
"Ah. So the Jedi are into law enforcement now. Seems the Droid War is just not entertaining enough to them. Typical. Organics never give a mouse droid's wheels about mechanicals, even when they are a war with them." The droid muttered sadly. it looked up to see Cale's baffled expression.
"I mean, 'affirmative Sir.'"
Cale shook his head and concealed his gear on his person. He slid the shades over his dark eyes and turned to leave the Bay.
"Keep an eye on the ship. anyone comes near it, call me. Im going to go poke around the Life for more info on the guys I met at the Bar."
"affirmative Sir." Cambot said.
When Cale left Cambot hvered around the ship on a sort of sentry patrol.
"An Eye on the ship he says. I only have one eye." the droid mutters.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:46 pm
Neb really hadn't a clue to where the holder of the shards really was. In fact, one could almost say that he was simply doing trial and error. Fortunately, Hudson and he had the same sized body, so finding some less conspicous clothing was less of a problem. He had kept his red striped shirt, but only the sleeves poked out of a white tanktop, with a brown vest. Blue pants met normal boots, as Neb hoped to not draw attention. Jedi may be good fighters, but even they can't fight everyone at once. Just to complete the look, Neb adorned a blaster of Gunny's (heaven knows he has plenty).
So, one by one, Neb searched the hangar bays, looking for craft which might be the owner which he was lookign for. Surely he would eventually bump into the dockmaster as well, and possibly help steer him towards his goal, but Neb hadn't gotten that far yet.
"Freighter... Freighter... Freighter... Freighter... Fighter... Freighter... Freighter... Dreadnaught... God, everyone thinks they're the next Dash Rendar..." Neb mumbled to himself. He approached one hangar bay, which contained a very strange ship, one which Neb had not seen before. a small Cambot floated by, as Neb hid.
"This is most strange. Under watch as well..." He noted, peeking around the corner, but seeing no outlaw. "Hmm... This may counfound things."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 7:32 pm
Cambot did the droid equivelent f a yawn and floated around the ship for yet another time. This time proved more interesting as some motion caught his attention. The fact that someone peeked around the corner briefly argued thathe was being watched. Cambot hovered silently and slowly toward the entryway, activating his scanners as he floated.
sensor readings indicated a human male, though what with all the jury rigged electronics in Vergresso, he wouldn't be suprised if his scanner was misreading the biosignature.
"Can I help you?" the droid called to the person outside.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:07 pm
Neb continued to check the hangars for the dockmaster, though not finding one. He shifted through the streets, randomly picking various places.
"If I were a cocky outlaw, where would I be? Or better yet, where would I be if I was a mystical shard of death if fallen into the hands of the agressive force users..." He muttered to himself, shuffling through the crowds. He considered this with vicious tenacity, but after a few minutes, realized that his hiding place would be about anywhere on this rock, more than likely because of the most important thing: He didn't know this rock. He stuck to an alleyway, and looked around.
"I'm definately getting too old for this. I'm a jedi, I shouldn't be out looking for petty criminals. If nothing else, they are so hard to find in the first place...." He said, crawling up a nearby fire escape to get to teh top of a building.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:38 pm
Cale strolled down the street pondering the info he garnered. It was disapointingly small.
The Two guys in the Bar were just some academics, definately out of place in the seedy hole that was Dark heaven. all they wanted were the holocron pieces-or to be precise, one piece. They Didn't know him, they didn't know why they were after the holocron shard, they didn't even seem to know where they were. They were pawns, badly briefed pawns. If they themselves were after the Holocron, they would have known more. No, someone was behind them. And If Cale had a guess, it was jedi.
The outlaw slid his shades down to get a better look at an attractive pair of lady smugglers that were walking by and smiled at them. One ignored him, the other returned his grin.
when they had sauntered past, he readjusted his shades and continued to walk.
"wonder if I should have brought one of the rifles." he muttered to himself. "Knowing my luck Im going to need the firepower."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:47 pm
"Where the farkling did that rogue jedi go?" Imperius asked, as he sat backward. Once again, the fight with Drako had pushed him past his limits, and he started to feel his legs buckle. With a quiet breath, he fell into Angel's arms.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 2:42 am
" WHAT!!!??? What do you mean he hit a main system?! " Drako yelled ripping the scanner from its arm.
" Drako calm your self. He hit one of you shield emiters and cause a flux. That flux in space cause one of your main systems to crash. You would have died if you had stayed. That body will not sustain you much longer. "
Drako stood still for a moment. Then from out of no where, Drako threw back his arms and let out a yell that almost broke his voice box. Drako stopped and walked back to his seat.
" Then what.....new suit?"
" .....There is anouther way. It will take time and ....well creds is not a facter. A clone. Take your old D.N.A. and make you....you again. "
" And where do i go to do this?"
" Kamino. "
" Hrmm.....Novara can handle this....Imperius won again......I will not let him live! To Kamino then....."
PR1M3 made his way out of the field and made the jump tword Kamino.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:01 am
Fett grinned as the his target made the jump and turned to take care of the ships dogging his tail. He took aim and blew several of them into debris with some well placed shots, and herded the others into asteroids. He sent a communication to Imperious. "I have a med droid on my ship if you need it." He had seen the final seconds of the engagement as he had lost the fighters on his tail to get PRIM's ship once more.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 10:40 am
Angel missed out on most of the fight as she had a hard time getting her bearings after she was thrown into a rock. When she had gotten her bearings, the fight was pretty much over as she went over just in time for the Dark Lord to fall into her arms. She assumed he passed out and replied to Fett herself. " It's okay. I got him. I'll take him back to the ship. " With the Dark Lord in tow, she boarded the Eclipdra and took him to his room with the med station, letting the med droid look him over for any wounds. As she looked at him once again in the med station, her feelings overwhelmed her. The fact that she couldn't help much in the fight got to her, and she kept picturing Drako's smirking face. A somewhat immense feeling of the Dark Side could be felt throughout the ship as she developed a new hatred, but instead of her formerly misguided hatred of the Jedi, this time it was true hatred... of Drako. After a few moments, her wild emotional rage stopped as she returned her focus to the Dark Lord, waiting for him to come to.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 9:17 pm
"Nope... nope... nope..." Neb stated, probing various minds as they walked under the building, hoping someone would have seen his target. The problem was not that they hadn't seen it, they simply didn't take noticed.
"Now why is it always so hard to find a singe person? I mean, of all the life forms in the galaxy, and all of them unique. Too bad I don't know his signature..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 2:40 am
Novara watched as his brothers were blown apart like they were rookies.
" FETT!!!! I WILL NO LONGER RUN! I WILL END YOU AND YOUR RAIN!!! " Novara blasted forward and gave chase.
Novara commanded the Dreg to cut Fett off and tracker beam him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 7:37 am
"Our objective is to take out the military leaders, dead or alive."
Ganil ran to an unused corner of the room and used Force levitate to float a large piece of equipment over several droids, then dropped it down onto them. While a few of the droids were distracted by this, he ran and slid into the legs of them, knocking them down. He then ran his lightsaber through all of them.
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When they had finally cleared the droids out, a troop broke the lock on the next door. He opened it, and Ganil went through first. He stopped short to take in the immensly fast room before himself. It was a gigantic factory of some kind, with many levels around the outside edge and stairs to different levels, with catwalks inbetween going from one level to another.
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"Alright, we'll split up and cover the catwalks."
He watched as the troopers filed onto various catwalks, keeping their rifles at the ready.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded and various battle droids came bursting out of doors on the walls. Ganil activated his lightsaber, preparing for the worst.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 11:29 am
Fett spun, curved his direction, and shot away and out of range, having recognized the tactic. Unlike his prey, he did not give into anger or panic, or even passion. His hand was steady on the control stick, and he weaved into an arc that took his ship into a head-on confrontation with Novara.
He flipped a switch open and his finger hovered over the button it protected. He waited for a lock and fired.
A trio of proton warheads streaked towards Novara. They missed him slightly, but sped onwards. The Dreg's tractor beam caught hold of them, and the powerful missiles were gobbled up like poisoned cake.
The explosion from within the ship was deafening, but not in space, where the loudest blast was not even a whisper to those even meters away.
Fett turned his attention to Novara, now that he no longer had to deal with any other distractions. He fired with his repeating lasers, pounding at Novara's shields, then sped past, made a quick turn, and resumed his fire on the rear of his quarry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 12:25 pm
Novara activated his repulsers as the proton warheads came close. He only scolded himself as they were sucked up into the Dreg. The Dreg stopped its attack to tend to the damage.
" SLAG! "
" Captin......he is coming around!"
" BLAST HIM!!!! "
Novara blasted tword Fett. Fett blasted his shields and then did the same from the rear. He deflecter shields held from Fetts attack. Novara pulled back and commanded his two gunners to fired the 3 ion cannons and 2 laser cannons into Fetts shields.
" FIRE THE PROTON TORPEDOS!!! "
The proton torpedos sped from their tubes at Fett.
" FLANK HIM DONT LET HIM UP!!! FIRE!!! "
The blast boat shot to the side to flank Fett and fire anouther torpedo and its ion cannons.
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