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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:19 pm
Gunther then cleared the shuttle, with Iria and Jaron in tow.
"Yes, Freya, I even brought the donuts, like you said," Gunther laughed, holding out a box of the baked pastry goodies to his sister.
"Lady Freya, it is good to be back," Iria chimed in. "Are you faring well?"
"And, I hope you put the cocoa on, as well," Gunther laughed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:21 pm
Darth Latro looked down at the frightened bothan as his hand scrambled into his jacket and he fell upon the ground, crawling backwards from the Sith. He reached out through the Force and took the bothan by the neck, rising him up till he could not stand on his feet."You bothans have a knack for getting in the way, you know that?"
The furry aliens hands reach around his own through, trying to pry away what would not budge to any physical force."Tell me who controls this organization and maybe I'll let go." Darth Latro said, the bothan opened his mouth to try and respond. All that came out was "N-never you ssslimeball S-sith!" The siths oranges eyes turned fiery with anger."You are not the only one. I shall torture every bothan on this planet until I find out who it is. Your loyalty is worthless. Now spill, or you shall meet a worse fate than any of your kind has ever for your ways."The grip around the bothans neck tightened, this was the third one today he had questioned, each met with the same fate.
The bothan still struggled but soon he stopped. Dri'sah figured he would speak no more after a few moments. With a tight jerk through the Force, the bothan died. He looked down at the corpse and shook his head."Bothans...I'll let someone else handle this. I've got too much else to do."
With that the Sith returned to the night, his dark robes making his virtually invisible to the eye.
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Jaron looked to Gunther."Prepare you should, Master Sazen will be here in a matter of hours. We will hold your Knighting this eve."The jedi master told his soon-to-be former apprentice
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:34 pm
((Funny enough, that's not his 'home'-And the only fools are the one's who under-estimate somebody else. I like to take actions into account, as well as repercussions of the actions and possible methods of assault.))
Vincent kept his stance in check-He crouched in the sands, surrounded by Five training droids. He kept his eye on the droids infront of him-taking into account the one's behind him as well. As he moved his foot gently, a torrent of shots came at him from the back, and he rolled out of the way, drawing his gun and firing at the nearest training droid, hitting it and causing it to fall to the ground in submission. He dropped on his back as another shot was fired at his head, aiming the pistol, and firing two shots, taking down two more of the droids, and rolled out of the way as the remaining two fired at his position. The droids, in turn, backed off-beginning to fire at him from a distance, giving Vincent the chance he needed-He fired a shot directly beside the droid, causing it to flit out of the way as the other droid remained, and fired at the droid that hadn't moved, disabling it. He did a handless cartwheel, firing another shot, and hitting the last droid. He sighed, flicking the gun, the chamber popping to the side, and Vincent put his gun back in it's holster. "Guess I'm getting better..."
"Use whatever methods you can, Vincent-Stay alive...but do not let the Jedi code slip from your mind, no matter how you may ignore it sometimes."
Vincent closed his eye's, sighing at the memory, and lifted his head up, looking at the setting son, "Yes...Master..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:45 pm
((You’re a punk with a bad case of lightsaber syndrome. Nothing more. Don’t put on philosophical airs if you don’t attempt to live up to them.))
The Jedi lept back and flipped over a counter, dodging the stave by millimeters. The blade pierced the glass of the counter, the vibrating tip shattering the display case.
The Ubese retracted the blade, the edge sliding swiftly back into the weapon’s grip. Nimbly, the ubese warrior darted around the ruined counter and snapped the blade out again, leveling it at the Jedi.
With his Daito in hand, Link gave ground, stepping back a few paces and drawing the cautious warrior forward. With a shout he suddenly surged forward and slashed down with his bokken.
The Ubese was quick. In a flash he had his Vibroblade up to parry the blow-an impressive feat in the armor he wore. To the Ubese’s surprise however, Link’s blow landed with enough force to bend his Stave’s blade.
The Ubese lept back and twirled the weapon around to point the undamaged end at the Jedi.
“You’re pretty strong, Jedi. But you’ll have to do”-
Link’s Daito slammed into the near-human’s chest before he even managed to finish.
The blow cracked the sturdy armor and sent the hunter sprawling back.
Link snapped his blade back and with a two handed grip, smashed the bokken down on the Ubese’s helm sending the man into unconciousness.
“If you’re going to fight, fight. Don’t talk.” Link told his opponent.
He didn’t sheath his Daito however. Rather his attention was drawn to the sound of applause.
A single pair of hands clapping.
Link spun, his bokken pointed at a pale Twi’lek he had crossed paths with before, the right hand man of the late Gordo the Hutt.
“Ol’val, Jedi Darksun.” Nek smiled, revealing pointy teeth. “It’s been a long time. Now lets discuss some business, you and I.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:17 pm
[Cale, chill out.... Why are you so angry? There's very few Jedi in the RP so why try to assault him verbally? Are you trying to make him want to quit? Also, why would the sith change from sending mercs and fellow sith to attack a jedi to slagging a place from orbit only to attack ONE SINGLE jedi? No disrespect or offense meant, but he hasn't really done anything to offend anyone, and aside from that he's new to the guild.]
Fina merely entered the suite, deciding to just wander on over to bed... There wasn't much to do, so she'd sit and meditate for a while. An hour or so later, she just stopped and lied down to fall asleep. She'd make a mental note to ask Tantis to train tomorrow if they weren't busy, sharpening your skills never hurt so a quick spar or two shouldn't be too much trouble. But, again, that would be if they weren't busy. She guessed, though, that she couldn't count on that. With those thoughts, her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep...
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:20 pm
((Blaster bolts are cheep. Soldiers arent. The Sith of this era are practical beings. They might send in a few minions but when they return dead, they'll probably just drop a neutron bomb on the desloate wasteland he lives in and scratch one more Jedi off the list.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:24 pm
[Okay cale... What's your problem? He hasn't done anything to you.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:26 pm
Fina Xanth [Okay cale... What's your problem? He hasn't done anything to you.] ((He kind of has. But its none of your concern))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:30 pm
[... Wtf does that mean? He posted, and you commented on it, and now you're insulting him and basically encouraging anyone playing a sith to drop a fricking bomb on him.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:33 pm
Fina Xanth [... Wtf does that mean? He posted, and you commented on it, and now you're insulting him and basically encouraging anyone playing a sith to drop a fricking bomb on him.] ((No, just Des since he seemed interested. None of the Other Sith have the time for it. Also, you're blowing it way out of proportion. I might have said a few things, but thats how I am. The Kid's stepping on my toes. Like I said, it's none of your buisness. So kindly butt out.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:38 pm
((It seems that Cale is acting much like I do when dealing with less compentent Generals... lol lol lol He feels insulted by the other guy's conduct.))
The Imperial Shuttle settled down on the hard dirt of the Mandalore and lowered its ramp. Kusei stepped off the ramp before it fully settled to the ground and pulled her small bag of gear over her shoulder and walked to the shaded side of the port.
As she stepped inside shade a familiar figure stepped into view. A smile lit up her face as she saw him, "Grandfather." She stepped forward and clasped hands in the Mandalorian fashion.
Ari Maki grinned at his granddaugher, "How was your flight Kusei?"
"Boring, and long," Kusei answered, "I trust you got my message."
"Yes," Ari's face turned grim, "There is much we have to discuss... I hear that Borill smashed another enemy of the Empire."
"Not nearly as completely as he wished," Kusei replied with a smile.
Ari grinned, "That sounds like him... He holds himself to too high a standard." Then the old Mandalorian turned and stepped out onto the street, "Come... We have alot to catch up on."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:42 pm
Llednar lets out a whistle of amazment as she shot the can with ease.
"Wow..."
He looked back at her, rubbing the back of his head.
"That impressive, I gotta say."
He bowed his head after should told him the advice. He could help by smile at the voice that explained such a serious thing.
"Thanks, I'll keep that at heart."
He looked at his blaster, then back at her.
"But the first time I shot a blaster was about two months ago..."
Llednar then fallowed the group over to the new ship. When the chance came he introduced himself to everyone, then at one point he said,
"Are those the donuts?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:44 pm
(( And, just how exactly is he "stepping on your toes"? It's one thing to give the new recruit some constructive criticism. However, to outright haze the fellow is just plain uncalled for. ))
"Yes, Master." Gunther said to the jawa. And then, he saw the newcomer. "Ah. I see my sister told you I was bringing donuts?" the young man asked in a more lighter-hearted tone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:46 pm
((Fine. I'll let him alone. I won't say anything and I'll let him be. But be prepared for a headache.))
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