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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:51 am
The Beginning Transmission.
The experimentation has worked to the Empires favor. It gives Sal'emril Adama dreams that give the exact location of force sensitive beings, making him better than the most feared inquisitors. Your mercenary group that has been hired to escort the child to the Executioner after his first test mission. Don't make any mistakes. You're on a Lamba Shuttle. The ship is very easy to get around in because there is alot passenger room. This has been issued to you by the Empire. It shall be returned to them upon completion of the mission. It has all of the basic anemities one would need, including a fine kitchen. Your first mission is to arrest Dal Acnon, a human force-sensitive that has managed to hide from the Empire until now. Players: Mani 1st level Zabrak Dark Force Adept Vance Kiradas 1st Level Human Soldier Glo-yet to finish the sheet Painfill-yet to finish the sheet Notable NPCs: Sal'emril Adama - A force-sensitive child experiment of the Emperor, able to find almost any force user. Lex Adama - A legendary mercenary in search of his son and revenge.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 2:05 am
Ship Statistics: Craft: Lamba Shuttle Class: Starfighter Size: Tiny [20 meters long] Initiative: +6 Crew: 1 to 6 Passangers: 20 Storage: 80 metric tons Consumables: 2 Months Hyperdrive: x1 (backup x10) Maximum Speed: Attack Maneuver: +6 Defense: 22 AC Shield Points: 50 Hull Points: 120 Damage Reduction: 5 Weapon: Blast Cannons x3 Weapon: Twin Laser Cannon x2
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:43 pm
Mani sits sharpening an arrow in silence, waiting. She does not bother to hide her face on the ship, but her hemlet and mace still lie by her side.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:00 am
A small child of ten sits down next to her, his name is Sal'emril. This is the child that every force user in the galaxy fears, yet his innocence is evident, as he tries to befriend everyone he sees. "Are you okay, you look kinda lonely."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:24 am
Vance grins and continues to clean his lucky E-11 blaster rifle. "Looks like he likes you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:10 pm
The child smiles happily, the only visible difference from him and any other human child is a thick metalic tube that extends from his brain into a metalic contration that is melded to his spine through the experiments of Sidious, and all of his scientists. "She seems nice, I can talk to her can't I? I never get to talk to people."
Just as he finishes his plea, the intercom comes on, and says that they will be landing on Alderan within the hour.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:24 pm
"Me either kid. Me either. I bet we have a lot more in common than Vance would ever guess. Don't mind him though, he comes in pretty handy when trouble shows up." Mani responds to the boy as she flashes a grin full of white, sharpened teeth in Vance's direction. A smile never quite looks right on Mani's black, tattooed face.
She puts away the arrow in the quiver next to her and begins tying her bright red hair up into pigtails behind the sets of small horns on each side of her forehead. "I wouldn't mind having someone interesting to talk to for a while, and you certainly seem like an interesting boy."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:49 pm
"Great!" Sal'emril exclaims happily as he jumps into the seat next to Mani, "I'm happy we don't have to exterminate you too, I haven't had any dreams of you you know, you play this game well."
The dreams he refers to are the death warrants that every force-user fears. For once he sees you in his dreams, the Empire itself knows of your hated secret, and it is only a matter of time before you are killed. The light side of the force has been the most targetted of such dreams. This news must come as a relief to Mani as they begin the man hunt of one just like her.
"I hope this one doesn't fight, I hate it when they suffer..." his voice takes a mournful tone as they touch ground.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:40 pm
Vance looks up. "We're here. Are you all ready?" Vance looks around at everyone else, then looks down at his E-11, pulls the power pack out and checks the charge. Satisfied, he pushes it back in. He makes sure his vibroblade is clear in its sheath on his hip, then looks back at Sal'emril. "Don't worry... He won't suffer. A blaster bolt between the eyes is quick and painless."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:52 pm
The doors open and the crowd quickly runs away from the craft, not wanting trouble with anyone who has that pull in the empire. The sun shown into the craft as Sal'emril runs down the exitting ramp. Stopping suddenly and falling to his knees, as if strickened with pain. An orb on the experimental backpack fills with blood pumped from Sal'emril's brain as his face grows pale and vacant. He stands up and points to the North East. "1.4 miles that way," he instructs as his eyes drift in and out of focus.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:00 pm
Vance scowls at the kid, but says nothing as he walks down the ramp . I shoulda never signed on for this mission. First they stick me with some kid with some kinda borg implant, and now he's comin' up with exact distances to the target outta thin air? Vance's eyes dart over to Mani. And her... what's her deal? Said she had somethin' in common with that freaky kid... I don't even wanna know.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:11 pm
Vance's brain is overwhelmed with the child's voice for a few seconds and all he can hear is, Freaky Kid, Freaky Kid, Freaky Kid, Freaky Kid, Freaky Kid, in a childish chant before it stops. As he looks down he sees small tears welling in Sal'emril's eyes, "That wasn't nice to say..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:19 pm
Vance looks at him, a hard look in his eyes. "Listen, kid. I ain't in this to be nice. I'm here to kill someone for the Empire. End their life... cut it short... snuff 'em out. You got it? I ain't a nice person." Vance grips his gun then walks out, motioning for the others to fall in behind him. He looks over his shoulder at Sal'emril. "And don't be reading my mind, either. It ain't a nice thing to do."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:31 pm
"I ain't a nice person," Sal mocks as he walks behind the soldier. He marches stiffly and in exagerated paces to make a further mockery of the situation. "If they don't die, then they'll kill us, that doesn't make us bad..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:50 pm
"That's a good attidute kid." Mani adds, her usually honey-sweet voice is muffled and harsh through the ventilator in her helmet. She is back in her usual planet-side attire, which consists of a black, skintight flighsuit and black helmet with a tinted visor, leaving nothing visible but her athletic frame and her strange weapons. "Especially for one with such a gift as yours, but you'll find most mercenaries have a different opinion of thier work... Do we have a description to work with?"
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