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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 10:42 pm
"Affirmative. Out."
The ARC trooper continued his hunting.
as he stalked out of cover he startled a small dark coweled creature in a breathmask. it yammered at him and waved an Ion rifle about.
The ARC trooper stared for a moment, then in a halting and awkward tone, chattered back to the creature in a poor attempt at its own language. He motioned with his arms indicating size and yammered again in his poor alien language.
the Jawa squeaked and chittered, darting off through the trash like a vrelt.
Copy radioed back to the team.
"Captain here. Have made contact with the locals. they seem to have a transmitter array on hand. gonna go check it out."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 1:00 am
With delicate precision, Iota carefully took out the com units from the helmets. Handing them Theta, she said, " If nothing else works, we could try boosting the signal with some of my hacker gear. Dunno if it'd work, or cause it to blow, so consider it a last resort option. "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:26 am
"Just get those headsets out," Theta snapped, making the final connections from the power core to the com relay. He ripped apart the console, tearing out broken resistors and other supplies, before looking.
"I need the headsets and the transmitters, and i'm about done."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:35 am
"Techie?" Copy called in. "I found something. Old pirate ship transmitter. that big enough?"
Copy looked at the carefully organized debris that was once a pirate frigate. there were jawas everywhere, and not a lick of them were working. most of them were staring with a combination of fear and curiosity of the armored man who had accompanied their scout back.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:22 pm
(( How about me and Nova wait till we have a comp to come in on this again. We are at the libraiy.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 2:49 pm
Zeta was starting to sweat now. The surgery bag was on its last reserve life-support unit, and he was out of bacta. Fortunately, he had just one more small area on her leg to patch up before he was done. He was out of synthflesh and bandages within the bag, so he took one of the offered medpacks beside him, sanisprayed its contents, and quickly thrust it inside the bag. Using the remaining bandages and bacta, he completely wrapped her leg. He reattatched her body glove after cutting it open in some places to loosen it, but not her armor, and slid her carefully out of the bag.
Zeta lay her on her good side on top of some soft dirt he had found and rested her head on his lap. He quickly took off his helmet to wipe his forhead, slapped it back on, and turned to no one in particular. "She'll be ok."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 5:36 pm
"I hope it will be big enough, Sarge. Though that isn't what is worring me." Theta replied, working on the transmitter already in place. He looked at the setup, checked the wiring, and felt that it might work. Might being the key word.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 2:56 pm
Tau crouched behind a pile of rusty metal with three other clones. They ahd managed to hold the line to some extent. Two of the troopers with him and rifles, and the other had a rather shiny rocket launcher. As three droideka rolled up in their veiw. Tau threw a EMP grenade at them. As it blew the three were temperarily frozen. The trooper with the launcher opened up blowing the three to bits. The other two kept the fire drawn as they sprayed the slowly advancing armada of CIS.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:27 pm
((fix the dman thing already. lets go go go for the go go gold))
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 9:09 am
((Why not pick your arse up on EmSquad then? Otherwise don't diss the time it takes for other people to post))
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 6:55 pm
Only one thing was running around Gammas mind:
WAKE THE SITH UP!!!
And then he opened his eyes and almost instantly closed them again. He was aware of what happened. He crashed, passed out and now he was surrounded by droids. In a crash site. That was just great. So he waited until one of the Supers turned his back and then moved in for the kill. He got up and with one of his vibroblades he stabbed the droid. and then went back to his position on the floor.
Story of my cloned life..
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 2:33 pm
Having procured one of the jawa's hover carts, Copy hauled the transmitter to the clone's position. he reached the derelict without incident and started manhandling the transmitter off the Cart.
"One interstellar Transmitter. that'll be 39 republic credits." The man muttered as he dragged it inside the derelect.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 4:19 pm
"Acting like a pilot ain't going to get you far, Copy. That is why I am the pilot, and well hated. I don't need you stealing my thunder," Theta responded, making the last connections on the old transponder.
"Ah, good. I see at least you know what the difference between broken and unbroken are," Theta quipped, as he plugged the second wires into the new transponder and linked the two. "She's ready to go.... almost...."
There was still the problem of the fuse. Delicate things, really. and only certain ones would work. Looking down at the disk on the ground, it finally hit him. He scrambled to tear the neural inhibitor apart, and took out the tiny bit of fuse in it.
"Suprizing how something so small could be such a hindrance," he mused, staring at the piece. He slid it in, and turned on the power.
"I don't know how far she'll broadcast, or how long she'll hold, so you better not mess it up like you do when it comes to clones," Theta stated, putting a sharp remark reguarding the wounded clone in their presence.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 4:25 pm
"Duly noted psycho. now, se if you can get a distress call to Ord Mantell." copy said as he watched the man work, hands resting on his pistol grips. "Tell 'em we got a jedi here too. that will get their asses going."
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