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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:08 pm
Just as the woman was walking away, a faint groan emerged from the pilot.
Cale was borderline concious. He was aware of the woman's presence and her lifting of the shards. He wanted to warn her of the shards, of the dangerous and foul power they seemed to project. but through the blinding pain in his chest and skull, he could only manage a painful moan.
"Beware...beware...of...the gems...." he tried.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:50 pm
Ali'anna turned swiftly, gazing at the spacer with cold eyes. "Beware? What harm could they cause me? If you wish to blame your fate on something, blame it on your piloting, not these beautiful gems." She grinned eerily and raised her rifle, aiming at his face. She stood there, poised with her finger on the trigger, and sighed. "No," she breathed finally. "You're dead anyway." She smiled coyly and went off again, deciding to no longer pay Cale any heed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:02 am
Cale grimaced. Just like a twilek to let greed cloud their brains. Then again, they weren't the strongest willed race in the galaxy either.
Cale's vision clouded over. he was hurt bad. he knew it.
what was worse, there probably wasn't a soul around to help him either. none benificial at anyrate.
He was probably going to die here of his wounds. that would be the end of it.
Cale didn't like that scenario too much.
The outlaw slowly started dragging himself out of the cockpit, an incredibly painful act. he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the burning agony in his chest and head.
"Not...gonna..die...yet..." he muttered to himself as he struggled out of the Phoenix's shattered cockpit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:05 am
Ali'anna turned once more, anger searing across her eyes. "Why don't you just give up? You're dead and abandoned! The planet's been conquered, and we're being systematically destroyed!" She glowered at him, though she didn't raise her blaster yet. She was actually interested in an answer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:13 am
Cale managed a grin as he pulled himself free of his wrecked fighter. "Im...not...dead...yet..." he weezed. "Ive...got unfinished...buisness..." he collapsed on the remaining wing of his ship and gave a sharp wince.
"ow."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:16 am
Her hairless brows furrowed. "So? You're dead already. Why spend your last moments struggling and making it more difficult? It's not worth it; just die peacefully."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:23 am
He managed a leaning position against his ship and coughed raggedly. "To hell...with dying peacefully. Outlaws...don't die...peacefully until...they're good and ready..." he grinned again and squinted against the sun.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:31 am
She frowned. "Oh..."
Ali'anna didn't speak for a while. "How miserable... to think..." she stopped there. Her eyes became distant, as though remembering something. "I knew someone like you, before. I made the mistake of letting them live..." her expression changed slightly, becoming more amused. "It was a good mistake to make." The ruined world came into focus once more, and she stared at him. "But I am not good...I'm...I'm quite evil." She looked down at her hands, imagining the blood she'd caused to flow rushing over them. She looked up again. "If you were to live..what would you do?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:36 am
Cale fought to remain concious. he coughed again and flicked his gaze to the twilek woman.
"Do you...want a concrete...or abstract...answer?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 12:52 am
She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. In fact.." she drew closer, "you can tell me later." She lifted him, a bit roughly, and carried him a short distance to a ransacked Coruscanti general store. "What do you need?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:17 pm
"Booze...and...bacta." he weezed. he removed his helmit and felt something running down the back of his neck. "Bandages...too...."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:41 pm
She set him down, hard, and rushed into the aisles, suspended by the ceiling or toppled over in the rage of whatever beings had been there previously. Not surprisingly, all the bacta was gone, but there were some large bandages, and cheap beer. She brought back what she could find and handed him the beer first. "You spacers are a different breed..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:51 pm
He frowned and chugged a beer. He then took the bandages and wrapped them around his head. He was able to breath a little easier now, a sign perhaps that he wasn't as hrut as he belived he was. still hurt like a sonofabitch.
"Outlaw. Not spacer. A Spacer is a catch all term for anyone who makes a living in space....like the word sailor refers to someone who works on a watership."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:54 pm
"You don't make a living in space, then?" Brevity krept into her dark eyes, making them glow slowly. "Well whatever you are, do you have a plan of escape?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:10 pm
"Oh of course I do. An outlaw is a more specific and hardy breed of spacer."
He chugged another beer and gave a grin. "And of course I have an escape plan. But if you want off this urbanized rock too, you'll have to do a few things for me."
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