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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 8:16 pm
Allon was lying unconcious on Byss. His ship totalled, his arm caught outside. The rest of his body inside. He wakes, and as he looks ouside, with a cynical tone he says,
"This....doesn't look like Corriellia."
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 11:54 am
Fett extended the range of his particle shields, which he had already raised to combat debris in the asteroid field. They caught the torpedos and forced them to explode harmlessly without hitting his ship. He quickly brought the shields back, closer to his vessel, as the ray shields absorbed ion fire.
When he had a chance to maneuver out of the blastboat's range of fire, he cut through some debris diagonally to the lower right of the larger, yet slightly slower vessel. He came from a diagonal angle of attack, spitting laser and ion fire at its belly and preparing to fire more torpedoes once its shields were weakened.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 12:15 pm
Mordranna merely gave Ganil a nod. "Allright," she replied, her tone cool and professional. Her coolness was in no way diminished as her lightsaber deflected a bolt from the newest batch of droids.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 4:05 pm
Now that he had his space suit on, Allon was crawling out of the non-useable ship and cursing to himself for all his rotten luck. He sent out a recon droid to search for other life forms, and decided to wait so he tried communicating with Kyle. Once again, no luck.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 9:03 pm
as Cale wandered through the streets, he found his way blocked by a gang of burly looking spacer thugs. They quickly formed a ring around the shorter man as the lead thug aproached, a stun baton in his hand and an angry look on his face.
"Well look who it is. The little hot shot outlaw who took down the Ropeke clan."
Cale eyed the ring of spacers then stared cooly at the lead thug, his hands resting in his pockets.
"Is there a problem buddy?" Cale asked.
"Yeah! I Bet and lost on that damned rodian b***h to hunt you down! but now Im gonna beat every damn credit I lost out of your skinny hide!" He barked. He grinned maliciously and ignited the baton.
Cale arched an eyebrow. "Really? and what makes you think you can succeed where the Rodians failed? The alchohol in your system? your little buddies? or is it because you're about as smart as a space slug?"
The Man snarled and the Baton came down for Cal'e head. the outlaw slid back and watched as the weapon completed its arc.
Cale Grinned. "oh, by the way, Your Mother sure knows how to have a good time."
The Thug grew angrier and lashed ou with his baton, trying to hit the outlaw but missing everytime.
One of his spacer buddies lunged out to try and grab the nimble outlaw but wound up falling to his face.
Cale drew his knife and eyed the rest of the thugs as they pulled out weapons.
"Yeah. no one ever plays fair anymore." he muttered.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 3:29 pm
Neb continued to scan the crowd, bored at the lack of information he was beginning to get. He climbed back down the fire escape, and walked along the streets, popping into a bar here, or a casino there, to find out any glimpse of him. he had traces, but a good chance they were old.
Upon giving up and simply sitting out at the hangar, he noticed a ring of men surrounding what looked more of someone not submissive, but at least stanidng up for himself. But as the odds were slightly out of his favor, the jedi sighed, and resumed his job as peacekeeper of the galaxy, though taking on a non-jedi approach.
He went to one part of the ring, behind the ringleader, and nudged his way into the circle, much to the disgusted looks of the pair he squeeze through.
"Hey, watch it, wait! you're not supposed..." The man quieted down, and though unknown for the reason, Neb had put quite a squeeze on the man's voicebox with a small nod of the hand, though he disguised it as a simple hand wave, as if trying to draw attention. He also made sure that the pistols on their belts were quite secure, unable to be drawn.
Even though weapons were drawn, Neb was still in the ring. The ringleader began a lunge, but a hand had caught the baton before it swung down, leaving the ringleader weaopnless, and Neb with a baton. Suddenly, he felt as if everyone's eyes had shifted to him.
"Isn't it a little unfair here? Guys, I'll buy you all a drink if you leave him alone."
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 7:54 pm
Imperius awoke again, once again in the white room onboard Eclipdra. He noticed the ship was still in the vicinity of Byss and quickly dashed for the comm, hoping to speak to Fett again.
"Boba...are you still there?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 11:29 am
" BLAST! WHAT DOESNT THAT SHIP HAVE!!! " Novara yelled out pulling the ship back.
" Captin....he is coming under us! " His copilot alerted him.
" FIRE THE HEAVY CANNONS! NO SHIP CAN TAKE A HEAD ON BLAST!!! "
" Captin. The Dreg reports it got the situation under controle. Awaiting orders. "
" Lets try this. I know Fetts is a good Pilot....but he is a better killer. I think i should see what he can do...."
The blasts from Fett hit the under shields. Novara blasted back, pounding into the forward shields and shot off into the field.
" Activating back up generater. Shield to 87%. "
" Good now see that bomb PR1M3 left. Tractor that behind us. Dont pull it to close...Fett might blast it and take us out. Now hold on. "
Grabbing the bomb with a tractor beam, Novara piloted the ship back around. Sending a signal to the Dreg it moved into position.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 1:37 pm
Cale glanced over at the man who had joined him.
"Thanks for the support but I really doubt these barves need more liquor in them." He said. "after the mother crack these boys may be out for bodily damage."
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 2:18 pm
"It was a good idea at the time. I doubt that you are a beggar," Neb stated, making sure to cover Cale's back (since by this time he had actually gotten a look at the man, and though the picture provided by the spynet was more than likely a faux, the description matched a plausible candidate, and Neb assumed thus) "So money is not a problem. Though for someone who looks intelligent, you are quite a fool trying to provoke such a crowd. That is, unless you really are not a fool indeed, making the odds much against them. However, I believe in complete destruction, and so, a little extra guns might prove useful in your... predicament."
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 2:49 pm
Cale blinked in a confused manner and ran back through his head what the man had said. He still was confused.
"um, thanks...I Think..."
He reversed his grip on his knife and eyed the crowd.
"Tell you what, you being such a good samaritan and all, I'll let you take the pretty one on. I'll beat down the ugly one."
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 6:53 pm
"But none of them are pretty. Isn't that a bit faved for you?" Of course, the ring had given up waiting at the conversation taking place. One in the ring returned his knive and pulled a blaster instead, aiming at Neb's head, who promptly drew just as fast, moving his head one inch to the left, and fired the blaster, making it fly up into the air, before two more shots pushed it up on the local roof.
"Why did you bring a knife to a gunfight anyway, my dear fellow?" Neb asked, as the man took a lunge with the knife he had put away, only to find his arm grabbed and broke in four places in a solid motion.
"I guess the bets are down now..."
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