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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 6:00 pm
Cale's hand dropped to his blaster and hovered there as he addresed the former comando. "Heard you were dead Crix. Imagine my suprise to see you're not." Crix Madine eyed Cale's ready blaster hand and smirked. "I've decide to retire from the public's eye. A shadow warrior like me hasn't anything to gain from being a celebrity. Far easier to let people think I've moved on. Lets me work unhindered. And do yourself a favor kid: drop your hand. I'm not hear to arrest you." Cale blinked. "Then why are you here?" Crix walked casually walked over to the captain's Chair of the Home One and sat down, shifting a bit in the chair to make himself comfortable. "Y'know, Ive always wondered what it was like to sit in this chair. Suprisingly cozy." "Cut the Sith, General. Why are you here and wheres Rain?" "Settle down Cale. I tied her up and threw her in her closet. She's a tough one. Had to knock her out." Crix spun the chair so it was facing Cale and gave him a serious expression. "The Republic's not happy with you Cale. Stealing ships, ejecting jedi out in escape pods, hijacking a piece of history, having your mando buddies shoot up a construction zone; its all looking pretty grim. If it werent for this Sith problem, you'd find yourself on the buisness end of the first Naval Pirate hunt in New Republic history." Cale smirked. "Let me guess, Ackbar would be leading the charge?" "No doubt about it. You kind of Farkled yourself over when you jacked his custom ride." Cale leaned against a rail as he eyed the fellow Corellian. "So let me guess, you're here to offer me a deal." "How'd you know?" "I'm suprised I didn't think of it before. Any other reason I'd probably be hauled off to prison. But why you?" "Han and Wedge were busy. What with the attack at Yavin and all." "They attacked the Jedi Academy?" Cale asked, somewhat suprised. Crix nodded and rubbed his chin. "Yep. Even captured them a jedi. Mordranna Brunhildt, I believe." Whatever Cale was about to say about his opinion on jedi died before it left his lips. He frowned a bit an turned to look to space. "Let me guess Crix. You want me to get her out." "Or kill her. The last thing we need are more sith." "Wait-what?!" "Theres only one reason why Drake would capture a jedi alive. He wants to turn her into his pawn. Lately he's been having a bit of bad luck with the whole apprentice thing and by his way of thinking, a turned jedi is a delicious bit of irony he cant refuse. Despite the fact its harly an origional idea." "So what the hell do you want me to do about it? Walk right into Geonosis and say "Hi there! How about that weather? say, mind if I borrow your jedi?"" "Not my problem. But should you manage to crimp this latest plan, Chancellor Solo might just forgive your little badboy act. She does have a bit of a soft spot for space pirates." Cale glowered at him. "Well why not give your mando buddies a ring? I'm sure they're more than willing to give you a hand seeing as you just gave 'em a brand spanking new star destroyer." Crix eased himself out of the chair and turned for the door. "Its your choice Cale. But be warned. If you dont take this offer, there wont be another one. Once we're done with Drake, we'll be comming after you. Ol'val mate." The Commando walked out the door as Cale continued to stare into space. after a momment he sighed. "well at least he didn't say anything about that time I impersonated him..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 6:47 pm
Terminals are always interesting prey. Logging into one isn't difficult, especially when the droids do it for you. All that is needed then is a quick reprogramming, and the droid is all yours.
"acidify the holding tanks, and hook up with the mainframe." Rook told the droid, which logged in easily. No alarms, no warnings, no nothing. The head mainframe was far and away quickly dealt with. The droid, unwitting when it came to what went on, followed the logical pattern.
With the eels dead, the new JK droids coming off the line would be pretty much useless. But eels are easily replaced. No, the job was far from done. Rook watched as another part of the plant went haywire. But this was no ordinary kind of job. Sure, in about thirty minutes, everything would be finished, the plant in an uproar. But now? Nah.
The droid continued on. The JK droids were now the primary target of the B2 battledroids. Well, let's put it this way, there's nothing more fun than watching your enemies turn on each other.
It had taken long enough, but the newest JKs rolling off the line had acquired new targets. As each one rolled off, it hunted for a set target. Video had proven that the overlord of the entire DSA, Drako Prime, had landed.
Rook knew the extent of what a Force User could, and could not, do. Life was not difficult to detect in the droid foundries. But a Human was easily discovered if they had followed him. No, a Falleen, a different life signature, would be much harder to detect. His odor had penetrated the nearby ventilation shafts for the past half hour. Not a single geonosian could give a whopping hoot what was there, or going on, unless they really got knocked over the head. Just another advantage of a beast who can control his scent, especially when it came to brain-dead bugs who thrived on scent for their primative motor functions.
The JK droids, the ones without poisoned or dead eels, would begin a very interesting form of actions. While the processing plant had continued to produce the deadly droid, nobody was there to manage the sole site of the plant. Rook had taken care of those droids on the way in. The machines fused those bodies to the ground in an eerie version of irony.
Xenethos watched the screens, as the JK units attacked the B2's, which only became aware of the threat which now proceeded towards them. They were true killers, strong to the JK name. But now this was their downfall. Only twenty of them existed, and of those, 19 were heading towards the main viewing area, in a testing section. All primed for one target: a Force user.
Pleased, Xenethos destroyed the droid which had given him access to the terminal. The JK droids would seek out both the Jedi and that Sith Lord, and attempt to annihilate the pair. Rook knew all too well that half would be destroyed by the B2's before they got there. And Drako could not be taken down by prototyped pieces of Banta Fodder.
But that was now their problem.
Now, Rook had only one objective left to meet: Get out of there, and get back to the Saboteur, which would be in the asteroid field in approxiamently three minutes. The plans for the JK droid destroyed, and with all the prototypes marching to be shot by their bretheren metallic brothers, and sabered by their own dark master, rook only hoped he'd be lucky enough to have the entire menace destroyed in one fell swoop. Now he simply dreaded having to crawl through a ventilation duct to make his way out, but it was better than facing the chaos below.
Now, only one other place remained. With the files downloaded, Telti would need similar treatment. The cleansing of the droids had begun.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:29 pm
"Thats a good nights work there Solms." The Security officer told him as he typed at a datapad. "You certainly were a well spent investment." Solms stood arms crossed, watching the man type through the paperwork, waiting patiently for him to hand out his fee. "I like to make my employers feel they've gotten their money's worth." "Well with these boys in the lock up the illegal arms market will be crippled for years. If you ever need a steady job-" "My current proffesion is far more profitable. Now where's my money?" The officerl looked into Solms faceplate and nervously typed faster. A credit voucher spat out of a dispenser of the datapad and he handed it to the Hunter. "There you go Solms." "Pleasure doing buisness with you." Solms said as he spun on his heel and headed for the door. "Give my repects to the queen."
His wallet considerably fatter, Solms strolled out of the security station and made his way towars the spaceport. With a secure credit amount he coul work off of he could continue his hunt for Cale Darksun. Solms wondered however, wether the offer was still good. His employer had failed to contact him since Brentaal, and he'd hate to have to go through the effort of catching the pirate if he wasnt about to get paid. "Might have to make a little call." The Hunter muttered to himself as he neared the spaceport.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:10 pm
The Shadow fleet had pulling in long ago. The troops had landed and were already in. Not needing to sneek they had moved with ease. Just when the Jk units went off. Novara was not wasting men on those things. He moveds fast his men in close. Just as they can down a hall they activated their steath suits. Moving easly in the shadows.
Moving to a terminal that for some reason had a driod deactivated on the ground. loging on and looking through the logs the droid was used. The hacking codes were not hard. Novara looked at the attacking driods and JK units. He knew this was wasting droids. Why not use them all to help. Putting in his commands and then overridding the old ones he took command of the small army. Every thing stopped. All but the 19th JK. Novara placed the chip into his helm and he and his men moved out. Moving to the holding cell that Drako and the other were in the troops got ready to charge in. Novara ran to the door and it slid open. His blaster ready.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:23 pm
(( What.... to much? That was easy for you to get out of. Plus.... as the bad guy i cant go easy ))
Drake watched at the girl forced the JK unit to try and fall over. The driod pulled back fast and rushed to the side. Sending one large tentical at the girl this one was hard as steel.
Drako was watching as the chaos went on.
" All going as planned. "
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:35 pm
((read closer next time. I wrote it in a flashback tense, so it may have been confusing. I'm sorry for the mixup.))
Rook continued through the vents. Only one problem remained: how do you get out of somewhere in a direction which you don't know?
But Xenethos was not foolish, he simply desired avoidign the conventional ways out. He went over a vent, and decided his progress was going too slow. Slinking down from the vent, he checked the hallway before stepping on the ground. Who knows what enemies lie in this place.
As luck would fortell, he happened to be right where he did not need to be: the very room he recognised on the holocams that housed prototype units that were to be tested... today.
And that meant only one thing: the jedi was next door, fighting for her life. Moral decisions wracked his mind. His presence must not be discovered, but he wasn't that cold either.
A timed bomb found itself placed upon the wall, set for one minute. But by the time the explosion went off, Xenethos was nowhere to be found in the hallway. He was already en route to the hangar...
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:43 pm
(( so, your plan is to get whipped by your JK toys? Junta: did you like, smack him super hard or something? xd ))
Mordranna watched as the tentacle came towards her. At the last possible moment, she then rolled out of the way, aided by the Force to roll out of the deadly projectile's path. The bigger they are, the harder they fall,
(( no saber, and, surely, Drako's not so careless or addled as to let her keep her blaster ... ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:44 pm
Drako was right at the door. His hand shot out and grabbed the neck.
" Novara... how kind of you to stop.... " The bomb that went off blew a hole in the cell. Drako looked back and force pushed Novaras troops away and shut the door. Throwing Novara to Drake, Drake held the Mondo. Drako went to the main controls and stopped the JK unit. It rocked again by the force push but it to had force sence and moved just enough to notbe pushed over. It grabbed the girl and pulled her in close. Pulling her into a compartment and pulling back into its door it came in, the unit was gone.
Drako up in the commands and looked back to Novara.
" You really think i would not know...? Hrmm? "
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