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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:14 pm
Deakin looked down when he sat in the Pilot chair. The Sith fighting his people. They could probably pay well, and his retirement fund would be much higher, but the Mandalorians would help regain some honor. He'd lost it a while back. Depression, hate and anger drove his career as a hard working criminal. Now was the time to redeem himself. Manda'yaim, Mandalore. Right now, he was in Hutt Space. Deakin cracked his neck and loosened up. Time to fly, what he hated most. He started the ship, and lifted it off the landing pad before shutting the landing gear. A droid would be useful, or a co-pilot. The nose tilted a bit and he pushed the thrusters forward, going into clear space. As he steadied the ship, he took a moment to set course for Mandalore. The ship jutted to autopilot and Deakin counted to three. The hyperdrive kicked in and he felt sick. "Bloody space," he muttered heading out to the small refresher, about to throw up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:26 pm
As Cene was cruising for the ring, the Hunting Hawk's sensors picked up her rival.
"Oh no you dont." She muttered as she swooped in behind the ship and opened fire with a concussion missile and a salvo of her energy weapons. "I've about had enough of you, Echani dog."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:35 pm
Alarms blared and the ship shook under the energy bombardment. Ardee quickly blasted a salvo and shot the missile down, returning fire on the Mandalorian.
"Hey flyboy; Your friend is back!"
"I realized that!" Pash said as he worked the controls. "Dont worry, I know a few maneuvers! We'll lose him!"
Taking a firm grip of the control yoke, he let the ship drift lazily to port.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:49 pm
((....you didnt...))
Cene dodged past the fire but kept on her prey. She became aware of the ship's slight deviation off course and blinked, somewhat confused.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:56 pm
((I did. Go Corellians!))
Still drifing slightly to port, Pash became aware that Ardee was glaring at him but brushed it off.
"That was your maneuver?" She asked, incredulous. "Drifting slightly to the left?!"
"Well we're not in the same place as we were." Pash retorted. "That'll slip him up."
"You only moved a little to the left! I'm pretty sure the one ship on our trail can keep up! Seriously, where the slag are the fancy astrobatic spins, dives, and tricks? You know, the ones that keep real pilots alive?"
Pash shook his head.
"Just keep on the turret. I know what I'm doing."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:03 pm
(( lol ))
Cene blinked, still baffled by what had happened.
Snapping too she gripped the controls and sent another salvo from her lasers and ions at the Corellian ship.
"Ok, so you know some maneuvers. Kandosi. But that wont save you from me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:04 am
Just when Nemesis finally got comfortable on her bed while laying down, gazing at the ceiling of her shack for a few minutes in deep thought, there was a knock at the door. After a simple, " Come in. " the door opened, with Saria having entered.
" I got some spices for you to try if you wanna help me find a good- Whoa! What a mess in here. " Saria said, noticing that the bulk of the floor was littered with various objects. " I know you usually have stuff about, but this is ridiculous. " " I was sorting through some things when one of the masters asked if I'd help with a Trial of Skill again. " Nemesis responded. " Well, I'll help get everything cleaned up if you want. I'm in no rush for anything. " Saria said, setting the pouch she was carrying down on the table. " Since you're gonna insist on until I agree, might as well. " the near-human said, getting up.
They began putting things away. Saria would frequently pick something up and ask about it. Usually it was an odd chunk of random material that Nemesis was trying to forge together through the Force to sharpen her skills. However, things got interesting when Saria noticed a hunk of cloth. Picking it up, half of it seemed to fall off. Looking at it closer, the 2 pieces turned out to be the top and bottom of a bikini.
" Hey, I thought you said you didn't like showing off a lot. Like when I tried to get you to go swimming me that time. " Saria said. Nemesis looked over and her eyes widened for a second, before she responded. " That... was from a long time ago. Back in my days as a Sith, even before rising through the ranks, I dabbled in a bit of entertainment and seduction to get what I wanted. That bikini was what I wore when I would do a dance routine with various weapons in a kinda show, and I based a certain style of fighting off it, that I quickly grew out of. I prefer the old fashioned method. "
Seeing the expression on her face, Saria put it back down. " I see. Keeping it as a reminder? " " In a sense. " Nemesis replied. " Most of the things in here are to help me remember the centuries I've lived through, to never forget what I was and what I now help fight against. "
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Siren let out a number of moans throughout the pleasure. Calliga seemed to be a lot more passionate this time, apparently being too busy with other things had given him a bigger craving for her. The feeling was mutual as well. While Siren could easily have her fun with the others that served throughout the building, none of them could return the pleasure given like Calliga. She layed almost limp, surrendering her entire being to his whim as he had his way with her. She closed her eyes and her moans grew louder, crying out his name in the heat of passion.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 11:10 am
Time ticked by slowly, each second dragging on like a Bantha steadily plodding its way through the sands of Tatooine. The officers on the bridge began to grow visibly tense, though Marr looked relatively unfazed.
"Is it possible they weren't successful in their takeover of the facility, my lord?" asked the captain of the vessel.
"Give them time," Marr said, looking intently at the comm. A few seconds later it came alive, numbers and mathematical formulae dancing across the display.
"It looks like a very complex quadratic equation," said the captain, leaning in for a better look.
"That's the signal we've been waiting for," Marr said, looking briefly at the display. "Admiral."
"Yes, my lord."
"Take the fleet in," he said. "The shield over the northern section of the west hemisphere should disappear after you come within 100 kilometers."
"And if it doesn't, my lord?"
"Then we'll have wasted the trip, a couple of valuable ships, and made ourselves look quite foolish in the process..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 12:12 pm
The ship shook a bit more from the impacts.
"Rear Shield's dropping fast!" Ardee exclaimed. "Brilliant maneuvering, laser brain!"
"Language!" Pash retorted. "Not a wise idea to critizcise the pilot! But if that maneuver didnt wow you, then try this:"
With a sudden hard turn of the control yoke and a blast from the maneuvering thrusters, the Vendetta began spiralling wildly to starboard, shifting quickly out of the Hunting Hawk's forward guns.
Snapping out of the roll and flying flipped on her side (In comparison to the current orientation of the Hunting Hawk) Pash then kicked the engines and blasted forward.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:09 pm
In the refresher, Deakin hadn't thrown up. It felt much like he would. He had the same feeling every jump to lightspeed. By the time the jump was nearly over, Deakin had woken up. His ship's computer (not the best) had been programmed to inform him 10 minutes ahead of time. He cracked his neck from the sleep, which he had quite finished yet, and placed his helmet on the seat. Afterwards, he headed to one of the spare rooms, which should have been a bunk room, and grabbed his gear. The military grade blaster was sitting on a crate with its stock retracted. His Intimidator was in it's thigh holster, buckled over the grip. It was a sleek black color and had slots for thermal detonators. Deakin threw on the belt and strapped it secure to his thigh. He then set the weapons power setting to high, and buckled a strap over the blaster rifle and slung it over his back. The jump was finally over, after all his weapons and equipment were set in their place. He looked out the window to see the planet he thought would take him a while to get back to. Deakin sat down quickly and put the ship in full throttle to get closer, quicker. When the ship got closer to the atmosphere, he slowed it down and leveled it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:40 pm
The Pilot's sudden snap-roll moved the ship out of the path of the Hunting Hawk's Guns.
The superior agility of the Ship allowed Cene to maneuver around and latch back onto the ship's rear but its speed was going to land it the ring first.
"Echani dog, you are rapidly becoming annoying." Cene growled as she flipped her ship under her opponent and out of the reach of his turret.
"Shoot this down."
She fire another missile, this one aimed at the underside of the Corellian craft.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 11:53 pm
Koren made sure that everything was fine on the Command deck and turned to the lift. He cracked his neck and shoulders and walked forward, headed to Stryder's location. Every step seemed to echo and his body felt unresponsive and heavy. Most likely, it was some combination of lack of nutrition or lack of sleep, but no pain would stop him from the tasks he had to finish.
He made his way to Stryder's temporary location and rapped on the door a few times, not wanting to enter without permission.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 6:37 am
"Come in, Commander." Stryder said, looking out the window.
Once he had, Stryder turned and looked at him.
"Commander, what is your opinion of Ung Kusp?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:24 am
A sudden jolt, a milisecond warning, was all the Force told Pash of the oncomming danger.
It was al he needed.
He pulled is ship up and spun it so the missile shot over them and within range of the turret.
Surprised by the sudden action, Ardee nevertheless managed to put a few rounds into the missile and knock it away as Pash blasted through the Ring.
"Rough bunch, the Mandalorians." Pash said as he made the jump to lightspeed and to the final destination.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 2:33 pm
The engineers were done setting up the machinery, and Rook returned to the Revenge. It had swatted a couple patrol craft from the sky, but more would be coming, and her ship wasn't exactly a battlecruiser.
The factory, though never designed to do so, began moving under its own power. Some of the machinery grafted to the structure was a pair of sublight engines designed to get the factory far enough away from the planet's gravitational field to make a jump into hyperspace...
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