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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:01 pm
((plenty... you don't have to kill yourself, just don't... make it impossible))
Boba reloaded another rocket. It was his last one, and the most deadly. It was tipped with a tiny warhead composed of the same mechanism present in a thermal detinator. Though small it still packed a punch, and Fett retreated a few steps back. He aimed at Drako's feet and fired. Imperius could no doubt dodge the blast, and perhaps Drako still had it in him to do so as well. However, this was Imperius's fight anyhow; Fett would just help make it run smoother.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:17 pm
The lead trooper snatched his card back. "What have you done to this droid? You know tampering with Federation military property is a means to.... terminate.. any mercenary contract."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:22 pm
Cale looked absolutely baffled. "Tamper? how the hell do you tamper with a battle droid?!"
He looked to the twilek and blinked. "Is there a way to tamper with a battle droid?" he asked, speaking to her as though she was the expert on the topic.
The droid itself remained motionless as it watched the discussion.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:28 pm
"Short of blasting it to pieces, Nalf, or somehow rigging the slave ship, no idea." She used 'Nalf' as if it was Cale's name. "This droid has been bothering me too, to tell the truth..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:32 pm
Cale sighed. "Look, we need it around. I don't argue with the Trade guild's policies and the last thing the CMG needs is to loose our shipping rights in Federation controlled space. He's more or less our all day pass to coruscant. So suck it up. I don't pay you to gripe about Bakatoid's personality programs."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:43 pm
Drako force pulled a slab of wall infront of the rocket. Letting out a roar of anger he force pushed the wall forward and hoped for the best.
The rocket hit and the blast was alot large then he predicted. The slab was insinerated and Drako watched as the blast shot at him. Drako cut a hole under him and force pushed him self down.
Falling just as the blast roared passed him. Drako landed and let out a yell in anger.
" ILL GET YOU FETT!!! KNOW THIS YOU WILL NOW BE THE MOST HUNTED HUNTER!!!! IMPERIUS!!!! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME!!! NEVER!!!!! "
Drake saw his master and reported.
" ......:Unit damage:......: Right leg servos out. Main weapons offline. :.......: Suggesting retreat.......Fett is a larger problem then estemated: "
" Hrmm......FINE! I WILL LET THEM RUN!!!! " Drako and Drake walked to the south wall and Drako force pushed a large hole out and PR1M3 waited for them. Drako opened the side hatch and Drake limped in. Drako walked in and back out again holding a large device.
" Have fun......" Placing the bomb down and activating it Drako slowly walked back to PR1M3. His body screamed in pain. He fed off it. Though his body was not going to be doing any fighting for good while.
PR1M3 took off and headed to take orbit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:56 pm
"Look, boss, just saying it's getting on my nerves. Didn't say anything about ditching it..." she rolled her eyes. "Sheesh..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:59 pm
"Good." Cale reached in his pocket for a small flask and was about to take a sip when he looked to the shock troopers as though he had forgotten them.
"What, you're still here? don't you have some resistances to supress or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:06 pm
The lead trooper glared at them. Without another word he turned, directed his troops to do the same, and muttered, "Scum."
With that they moved out, marching into a torn-open building to search it for enemies.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:09 pm
Cale flicked a cocky gaze to the twilek and took a pull from his flask. "Now that wasn't so hard now was it?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:18 pm
Imperius turned to Fett.
"Drako will always run. He is a coward. We will find him, and destroy him."
With that Imperius turned to explore the archives of the temple for the "Ten-Say-Wa" that the ArchAngel ahd told him about.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:30 pm
((I'm going to assume that Drako is going to accept the comm request, and not just ignore or delete it, okay? If that's not alright, please let me know and I'll change it around.))
Aboard his ship, the Fortunate Aspect, Chidee sat and waited patiently. His patience was aided by climate control, a comfortable chair, and a small glass of fermented beetle extract.
Ah, the comforts of wealth...even for a fortune as small as mine. he thought to himself, behind his permanently frowning face. Luxurious furnishings, good drink...
"A ship matching the class and specifications of 'Prime' is rising from the surface of the planet."
...and the best equipment money can buy.
"Excellent. I wish to send him a message." he ordered, laying aside his drink and straightening out his robes.
"Recording."
And to business...
"Ah, Lord Drako. I am Chidee Heprek, a...simple businessman. I have a proposition for you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:09 pm
Ali'anna looked like she was about to strangle Cale. "You...have no...kriffing...idea..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:15 pm
"Oh relax." he said. "Now all we have to do is wait for that salvage ship."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:25 pm
Angel peered down the hole to see Drake having suffered some damage. Instead of taking advantage of the machine's condition, she sat back for a moment and relaxed, recovering from the battle. Upon hearing a slight hissing sound, she realized another trap had been sprung. Using the Force with what power she had left, she made her way to a safe spot in a nearby room and used her levitate power to make her sabers spin around rapidly, like a crude fan, to vent out the gas. Once safe from the gas, she relaxed again, and entered a meditative state to help speed up her recovery.
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