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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 5:02 pm
"Given our last encounter, I think you need all the help you can get." The Hunter watched the outlaw sheath his blaster. The Outlaw was up to something. Nonetheless, Solms acted as though he suspected nothing. "You might want to keep that drawn. Its the only thing youre any good at."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 5:37 pm
Cale smirked. "I'm not to fond of what you did to my comrades. Y'know, except for vape-bait over there. He kinda had it coming." Cale drew a flask from his jacket pocket and took a good pull from it. Wipping his mouth with the back of his hand he dropped the now empty flask and dropped his hand to hover over his blaster pistol, his stance casual. "Round two bucket head. Think your luck will hold?"
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:21 pm
"Cute. Want to challenge me to a duel? Fine. I'll play." Solms hooked his Stokhli across his back and let his rifle hang in its sling. his hand dropped and his stance parodied Cale's somewhat. The outlaw probably wasnt aware Solms had activated his light shield. But just incase he had something else up his sleave, Solms was ready for it. "Ready when you are Darksun."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 8:36 pm
The droideka pulled up near the street, in a alley way. Deploying and scanning it scanned the two about to duel. A few humans saw the droideka and ran off. Nothing good came from droideka. The droideka ignored the scared creatures.
This droideka was smarter then most. Insted of blasting. It waited for Cale to make his move. Getting into position, it clicked its way over to a large landed land speeder. The hunter could not have seen him from the range it was at.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 12:19 am
As he was about to preform some thrilling heroics, Cale's eyes caught something moving about over the hunter's shoulder. Some people were leaving pretty quickly. As he was wondering why, he saw all the explanation he needed. An old destroyer droid had emerged out of an alley, paused to watch them, then moved to a hover truck nearby. What the frink...
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 12:37 am
Solms noticed Darksun's eyes drift over his shoulder. The outlaw could have been bluffing, but the outlaw's expression seemed to indicate otherwise. Solms blinked up his sensors and did a passive scan for movement and bio-signature heat. They picked up movement on the edge of his passive, a large enough chunk of moving inorganic material behind him to warrant a focused droid scan in that area. He blinked the instructions. the scan swept out and caught something about two meters tall with an oversized energy output and a vaguely insectoid shape. It was a design he was familiar with, an outdated but still used Colicoid design. If it weren't for Darksun's expression, Solms would have believed the barve was going to shoot him in the back. These interruptions were getting annoying. Solm's outward physical apearance had not changed. he seemed frozen in his pose, staring the outlaw down. "Losing focus Darksun?" Solms quietly asked. "Not a good thing for a blast slinger to do."
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:09 pm
(( OLD! The thing is polished and new. Modified to a higher end then just blasting. Will you two just shoot each other already. stare ))
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:30 am
((you cant rush a gunfight Novara. Rushing leads to mistakes. And Mistakes make you dead.)) Terrific. The last thing he needed was a trigger happy walking E-web battery. Cale wasn't happy about the situation in the least. Nonetheless he turned back to Solms, his hand still resting over his blaster's grip. "Alright then, Hunter. You want it, you got it." "Draw."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:11 am
((Old because its a model that had been out of production for some time now. Seriously, who uses droidekas anymore besides the Colicoids?)) Solms snapped up his rifle and fired, throwing himself backwards as he blasted Cale. The Hunter slid behind a chunk of permacrete large enough to shield himself from the droideka's fire arc as he fired once more.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:40 pm
((Not rushing.... and there is nothing wrong with droideka. I happen to like them. ))
The droideka wrapped up just befor the shots went off. It took off passing the hunter in a flash. Its gyro(sp?) system was pumped, making it faster. Deploying it popped up and slid along the groun. Its shields came up and deflected the shots. Its weaponds warmed up with a distinct sound of energy.
" **Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.... " The droideka spoke.
The weaponds blasted as its target zone was ripped apart, moving fast tword the hunter.
((**Today is a good day for someone else to die. ))
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 3:33 am
Novara walked from his office on the Dreg. He turned to see only two techs at their posts.
" Where is every one?! "
" Mandalor! ....Every one went to drink in the mess hall. We felt you might be angery if we didnt stay at..."
" Its ok young one. " Novara cut him off and walked to the mess hall. He could hear yelling from down the way. He hurried to the door. As it opened all he saw was his brothers drinking and singing an old chant he had not heard in years.
" Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal Vebor'ad ures aliit Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se Kote lo'shebs'ul narit. "
Novara sat down and sang with them. They needed to relax. For a great battle would soon take away this good time.
((A pint of ale, a pint of blood Buys men without a name We never care who wins the war So you can keep your fame))
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 1:04 pm
((For the love of- No one gave a vrelts a** about helping me before, now I got godmod battle droids and trigger happy mandos popping up everywhere.))
Faster than thought, a knife apeared in Cale's hand and was sent spinning for the light shield at Solms belt. Midway there, it was knocked off its flight path by the droideka, who wheeled its way between Cale and Solms, disrupting the duel. "Tarkin's Teeth! I ain't paying Novara to baby sit me!" Cale muttered in annoyance.
Meanwhile in the pile of rubble that had burried Rak, the reptile was slowly comming to, and quickly becoming enraged.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 1:29 pm
((Normally by now I'd be tag-teaming a mando's butt, but that's just me))
Flight connections were made. The trip from Bestine to the next planet would take less than a quarter of the time it already had from Manaan. The small freighter would have to actually fly on its own legs this time, but that meant little.
Once again in hyperspace, it would take maybe an hour, at best two, to reach their destination. All Rook hoped for was that the guide would be there when he arrived. Not necessarily scared of being outside of a sphere of influence, Rook only wondered how to contact something which he was only a speck of....
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 2:24 pm
(( OI! No modding. Its slow as hell when depoyed. When wrapped it can take off. You want me out of the way fine. ))
Scanning the area the droideka scanned its masters body. Stopping, its wrapped up and rolled to its master body. Unrapping it scanned Red. A small grappling arm came out and grabbed his belt. Clicking to the bike the back opened and the belt was set in. The bike took off back to the ship. Seeing the barabel under the rock, it walked to the mover and with its grapple arm tapped the controls and the small units came out scanned the block and attacted. The rock would now be easier to lift. The droideka walked in back of Cale.
(( Bullheaded pirate. ))
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:10 pm
Angel paced about the ship randomly, doing seemingly nothing unless you looked closer and weren't too distracted by her lightsabers orbitting her thanks to Force Levitate. She was adjusting various objects through the Force alone, attempting to do simple tasks while maintaining her hold on her lightsabers. So far, she had been doing it perfectly.
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