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Post by The General on Jun 8, 2005 18:13:02 GMT -5
Askim knelt down in the darkness, and had a tool in his hand. With several sparks, and a grin, Askim turned on a machine humming faintly. (I'm putting this as nice as possible. Could we please not do one liners, and put more description in the posts?)
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Post by The General on Jun 8, 2005 18:24:34 GMT -5
Grievous craned his head down to look at them both. "I appreciate your offer, Matthus, but I am afraid at the moment not only time, but accuracy are of the essence." Grievous rasped. "Colonel, do what needs to be done. I will join you shortly, but for now, I have matters to attend to."
He turned away from the group, stalking down the slope of the hill where the other two stood. He raised a small circular device from a hidden pouch in his armor, and tapped the button on the side, igniting it. Standing in the center was the blue, hazy form of one of Grievous' Magnaguards. The droid stood erect, its ceremonial cape draped to one side of it's gray metallic body, shock staff in hand. "Report." Grievous mandated, his raspy breathing becoming softer.
"He suspects nothing General." The droid replied in it's odd, nasal voice.
"Perfect." Grievous hissed, chuckling softly. Durge, was in essence, a fool. He had been gone longer than he thought, and since then Grievous had not only been equiped with new abilities, but so did the droids. Resting deep within the nuero sensors of the droids robotic brain, was the tranciever that now rested within all of the droids brains. Grievous himself could manuallu override the stations that controled them and order them directly. They had no will of their own. If the tranciever were removed, Grievous would feel it. If it were tampered with, Grievous would feel it. In essence, the droids were now apart of him.
Durge thought he controlled the droids. He didn't. Which is how Grievous had beat Durge to the planet Boz Pity, and taken the credit for retrieving the body of the battered Asaaj Ventress, and stopped the Jedi from killing her.
With the report finished, Grievous turned away, heading back towards the others, a vile plot hatching within his brain.
(Durge, this is Star Wars truth. Do not tamper with it, the Droids are mine.)
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Post by The General on Jun 8, 2005 18:25:27 GMT -5
(The one liner thing goes for you too Sergeant.)
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Post by The General on Jun 8, 2005 18:26:12 GMT -5
(There is just one major thing left that needs to be taken care of. We need to get Msurao involved into this some how. But the question is, how?)
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 8, 2005 18:36:16 GMT -5
Askim knelt down in the darkness, and had a tool in his hand. With several sparks, and a grin, Askim turned on a machine humming faintly. (I'm putting this as nice as possible. Could we please not do one liners, and put more description in the posts?) ooc: sorry I did it to encourage an attack I suppose. The humming to attract people, you know. For Mas I could probably fly off into space in the fighter and dock with her ship or something.
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Post by Masurao on Jun 9, 2005 11:56:31 GMT -5
(There is just one major thing left that needs to be taken care of. We need to get Msurao involved into this some how. But the question is, how?) Swiftblade's idea is good enough for me.
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Post by The General on Jun 9, 2005 18:41:00 GMT -5
(Thats fine. Let your Machines take care of Durge, then exit the planet...I'll take care of things on Kashyyk from there.)
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 9, 2005 21:13:10 GMT -5
Askim Tehi grinned. Suddenly the land scape was flooded by lights, source around Askim's workshop. Staring down closely, you could seem several destroyer like droids rolled their way up the path on the side of the mountain. When the three of them halted, they unfolded into their battle position. Instead of the normal three legs, they were replaced by four, each with great power. Their armor was enforced, obvious modifications, as well as their guns and hands replaced by advanced droid guns.(those blue in color) The guns came out of their arms and began to fire away. When Askim found them, they were in a large pile of discarded droids and ex clone jets. He found only six that were fixable, and one clone jet that only had a hope of being fixed. He gave the destroyers a new paint job, metallic blue with a red streak down their back, replaced their weapons with the advanced foot droids, and even got their shields up and running again. They now had four legs, gave them the ability to talk like battle droids, and operable hands, which were helping out Askim tremendously in his constructions in the work shop. His clone ship was still a bucket of junk, he would need more than his droid's help to fix it. Although, Askim did manage to alter it to his needs, excluding its faults. Looking out his window Askim could see the droids activated their shields. Obviously the generator in his work shop would only last about thirty minutes, so he and the droids would have to work fast. "Destroyers, we need to work fast. You two need to help me prep the jet, get the other droideka and we'll leave." He simply said. One destroyer simply rolled into ball form, and shot off into the room next to them. The second droideka did the same, but rolled down into the basement, returning with Askim's tool belt. The other destroyer had already prepped the jet for flying. By the time they were all done and ready to go, the droids shields had run out and were relying on speed and dodging skills, but it was not very good since they were facing up hill. The other two droids quickly rolled up ramps and dropped into their stations, two circular places for them to connect to, much like the service droids. Askim later pushed the inoperable droideka into the last connection point in the back of the jet, so he could fix it later. Guns pointing forward, twirling around a couple times, the droideka began to shot at the roof rapidly. Sighing, Askim hover off the ground and fired the main cannon several times and shot a hole through the roof of his workshop from the basement, and flew into the air. As he did this, he quickly noticed that one of his wings were in critical condition. He had forgot to fix it. Up ahead was a large craft, all he had to know was it wasn't the ship that had taken him prisoner, and he needed help. "May day, may day, requesting permission to dock." Askim yelled over the intercom, hoping the pilot would hear him.
ooc: hopefully that was good enough...
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Post by Masurao on Jun 10, 2005 6:48:29 GMT -5
A distress signal brought Buitre out of her thoughts as she monitored the scans in the area. This sector was near the place where the source of the rift was found. The beacon caught her attention, being as it was the only active ship around this could be the source she was looking for.
Communications were opened.
“Copy that. Your request has been accepted. Proceed to the docking bay on Hangar 3.”
Buitre hovered over a large screen, pushing the current monitoring droid aside. She wanted to see the face of this visitor. Normally, dealings like these would be accomplished over a communication line and with machines, out in the safety behind the ship’s shield, yet her determination to find the cause of this rift was anything but normal so a different approached had to be taken if she wanted to accomplish her goal.
A blue light over the screen suddenly lit up soon followed by a dull beeping sound that indicated the visiting ship had landed in the hangar and the interior was safely pressurized. Buitre smirked and made her way do the docking bay to greet her new “guest”.
Over on the top railing surrounding the entire hangar, Buitre watched the guest as he exited the ship. He didn’t seem dangerous, most that sent distress signals weren’t, yet cornered animals were known to be the most aggressive and precautions had to be taken. Precautions in the form of two B-2 battle droids on either side of her; the blasters on their arms had been altered, and in a way updated, to a more powerful cannon with a built-in fail-safe that could deactivate the weapons should they ever get out of hand. They have proved to be effectively protective on more than one occasion.
The visitor’s ship seemed to be in deplorable conditions, one wing was horribly damaged, and for Buitre – who detested inferior and damaged goods – it was downright distressing to see a machine so carelessly tended to. No wonder he sent a distress signal. She would be distressed too if her ship ever got so such condition. Hopefully the pilot was not as lamentable…
Up on the railings it was hard to get a good view of the visitor as he exited his ship, yet Buitre called out to him anyways to get his attention. As long as he saw the guards he would immediately think twice about trying anything sneaky on her vessel.
He tried to speak first, but Buitre cut him off – she could care less what he had to say now before certain ground rules were established.
“You are a guest in my ship, and you shall be treated as such. You are not a worker in my ship, you will not have the privilege to be treated so. The lower decks are off-limits, as are the communications rooms and all other areas that are not designated to you. Guards will shoot to kill. All other areas are free for you to wander. Any questions before greeting formalities begin?”
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 10, 2005 9:02:10 GMT -5
"Yes, do you have a work shop?" Askim replied, motioning towards the his ship and the two droidekas carrying the inoperable one, "I have a few things I need to fix." Continuing, Askim then said, "The wing on my fighter is pretty banged up. And my Droideka wasn't quite finished." Shrugging, he didn't think this woman needed to know why he was in space in the first place.
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Post by Masurao on Jun 10, 2005 12:55:00 GMT -5
(Forgot to post the link to Buitre's design. Here it is, knock yourself silly: usera.imagecave.com/Silva/SWRP.jpg) Buitre nodded, a faint forward tilt of the head. “Repairs are my specialty, though I would believe you would rather deal with your own machinery than letting me tamper with it. Not as if I had the time or the interest for it anyways…” A flight of stairs offered Buitre a chance to meet her new visitor face to face, one mechanical guard right in front of the other but both stepping simultaneously in the same military pace. On the ground level both guards walked on either side of their master again, pausing with her as she stopped right in front of the guest. The guards lifted their weapons slightly for any chance of unwanted behavior. He may be a guest but he was still a stranger, and Buitre had little reason to trust strangers. She inspected the damage to the visitor’s ship. There was some fresh dirt smeared on the shell, this pilot was recently on a planet. Too recently for his ship to be damaged like this. Either his ship was damaged on said planet, or while he was exiting it. Either way, this was a red flag. Whoever was this guy he didn’t seem to be a welcomed character. Buitre pretended to rub the area around her eye piece, as if it was discomforting again and turned her head slightly so the visitor couldn’t see her finger press on a small button located near the eye piece. Infrared scan. The visitor’s internal temperature was soaring. Adrenaline. Increased heartbeat. Yep, this guy was definitely on the run. There could be a bounty on his head, not as profitable as the machine source of the rift but could still be beneficial. What’s this…? There was something hanging from the visitor’s belt, obscured by the clothes he wore. It was long and metallic. A lightsaber. So this guy was a Jedi. Great, just what she needed: a runaway Jedi. Wherever there was a Jedi there would be more than a someone chasing after it. Unwanted attention galore. Brilliant. Buitre shot a slightly cynical smile at her Jedi guest, not at all pleased with this situation, but calmly contacted the mainframe. “Send me a pair of mechanic droids and some tool containers to Hangar 3.” “Affirmative.” “…And stop saying that.” The sooner this Jedi finished what he had to do the sooner he could leave. “The mech droids will be here momentarily. They are comfortable with all kinds of machinery so doubts on their skill should not arise. In the tool containers you will find all that you need, and many that you won’t. If you need spare parts send one of the mech droids to retrieve it for you, if a machine was ever built then chances are we have it, don’t get it yourself. In fact, do not leave the hangar. Contact me if you require more heavy machinery for further repair. My name is Buitre, do not tell me yours, I do not wish to know.” Buitre turned around and began to exit the docking bay just as the pair of mechanic droids appeared. She ordered one of her guards to stay behind, the other remained with her. “Keep an eye on him,” she said. The doors hissed shut behind her.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 10, 2005 17:30:48 GMT -5
Askim nodded, and quickly went to repairing his ship. The wings damage point was obvious, and he needed to work fast. Occasionally motioning for his droid to grab something, he quickly welded together the tear in the wing. Looking at the unactivated droideka, he suddenly yelled over to the mech droid, "Hey you, I need a energy rod for my droid. Wanna fetch one for me?"
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Post by Redeemer on Jun 10, 2005 18:53:23 GMT -5
(Sorry, GG, Im back from camping lol lets get to work.)
"Well General,"He said as they walked to were the Jedi was. "No need to keep going i sense he has left. I dont know were though.So What do you want to do now. Hmmmm?"
(Sorry, planned to make it longer but got to unpack.)
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jun 10, 2005 23:55:22 GMT -5
Bows his head slightly in reply of General’s orders. Watches as the General takes his leave, soon disappearing in the distance. Turns his attention back down to the radar box he held, walking off in the direction where the ship is said to be located. Singles with his free hand for Matt to follow him, unless he wished you use that mental insanity that he called ‘force sense’ to find him. His hunt for the ship was soon interrupted, lightings suddenly and briefly blanketing the surroundings. He looked down the horizon, seeing the droids approach and fire.
Matthus saw them too, reaching for his light saber on his belt. “Looks like we have some company, Colonel.” He simply said, preparing for battle.
“Nice hypothesis, Einstein.” Kroenen sarcastically replied back in an insulting way. This couldn’t be located in his voice, sense he is speaking through a robotic voice box, so emotion is quite complicated to hear or notice. Assuming of course that he even felt emotion anymore. Even if emotion could be heard through his voice, Matt still wouldn’t have gotten the insult. Einstein wasn’t in this galaxy. Nor time in that matter.
Withdraws his Luger, firing once at one of the nearest approaching druids. The bullet simply dissolved into its force field, causing no damage to the droid. Seeing his gun attacks being futile, he holsters his gun, drawing his blades our from their stealths. Only seconds after being removed, the vibration that made vibroblades so powerful automatically turned on, giving off a faint red aura. The faint, dim buzzing of the vibration being overheard by the sound of lasers firing. Charges into attack, deflecting fired shots toward him with his blades. Since the shields on the droids only go off when they attack, he’ll have to move fast to attack, then back away before the shields come back up. After two droids defeated, and 30 minutes later, give or take, the shields turned off, leaving the droids much more vulnerable and easily defeated by them.
With the droids destroyed, he quickly returns to his tracker, following it till he reaches the ship, finally. Only he was too late, by time he reached there the ship had already started to depart. He stood there, hands crosses behind and his back and the gust of wind from the lift off blowing through his trench coat. Looks down at the building the shuttle had blown itself free from. Turns, spying Durge over near by. Approaches him slowly, stopping only a few feet away from him.
“You have allowed this jedi to escape from our grip a second time. You have failed to prevent him from his departure. It seems obvious now that I was wrong to have confidence in your abilities. I am very displeased, ‘General.’” He ended the ‘general’ with a mocking voice the best he could, through the voice box. Walks pass him, nudging him as he passed. Returns down back to the ship they landed in and awaits the General, and Matts, return.
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Post by The General on Jun 11, 2005 1:17:07 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to find Kroenen, nor Matthus due to the roar of blaster fire and destruction that hailed the sky. Grievous raced forward, his skeletal legs carrying him forward at an amazing speed, however, by the time he got there it was already over.
Grievous stepped over the crumbled, smoldering remains of the modified droids, eyeing them for a moment. Heavily modified, they seemed improved, and well improved at that.
He had every intention of asking Kroenen where the jedi was when he saw Durge standing there, and Kroenen mocking him. So, this had been Durge's fault. Grievous' body shuddered with anger, and he stalked past Kroenen standing directly in front of the Gen'dai.
He craned down over the blue armored imbecile, his eyes alight with fury. "You have failed for the last time, you idiotic excuse for a sentient being. It is time for your meddling to end, and for good." He snarled, his arms raising out to the side.
With a hiss and a snap, his secondary arms pulled away from the origional set, the thins arm reduced in size now by half. The hands curled down, gripping four of the sabers around his belt, and igniting the blades. The blue and green sabers illuminated Grievous's shell in a demonic light.
"Come, 'General', let us see what you can do." He hissed, finality tinting his voice, death coursing his shadow.
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Post by Redeemer on Jun 11, 2005 13:32:06 GMT -5
Matthus walked up laughing. "This should be good, Dont you think Colonel?" With that Matthus sat on a rock. Already reaching out with the force. He could sense Grievous would probably win. Unless Durge had some "Special" abilities. "OK!,"Useing the force he lifted a rock and smashed it between the 2. "GO!!!"
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Post by Kane935 on Jun 11, 2005 16:45:37 GMT -5
Durge the laughed out loud, knowing that the reason why he had killed so many jedi, was not because he was experienced, but because he was lucky. If it was not for his lightsabers, he would probably dead! " You are a fool to think you are oh so mighty! Your are just a pawn in a greater plan, like I, and your friends! I will not waist my time with you! I have more better things to do! You think you are soo mighty, but in thee end, you are a psychotic killing machine, and you will be dealt with in all good time!" said Durge
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Post by Masurao on Jun 11, 2005 17:07:24 GMT -5
(*cough*spellcheck!*cough*)
Sitting within her chamber without a hint of movement, Buitre stared at the steam slowly disappearing form her food as it cooled down from the passing time. Though it was the correct time for her meal, she was not exactly in the mood to eat. How could she? There was none other than a Jedi – a runaway no less – repairing his damaged ship – most likely from a battle of sorts – in her own vessel. He was probably sought after eagerly, and if that were to be true then it would not be long before whatever, or whomever, was chasing him would track him down. It would be best if she did not meddle with his troubles and let him fix his damn ship so he could leave.
Then again, she had an impressive collection of various weapons herself – ranging from simple handheld items to a few in gargantuan size – if whatever was after this Jedi came into her vessel there would be a good chance the modified battle droids could gain a victory.
Buitre thought of the possibilities of having a Jedi on her side.
She liked those possibilities.
The doors of the hangar opened again. The mech droid stepped forward, carrying with it what its master’s guest had asked for, and something else. It presented the visitor with the energy rod in one metallic appendage and what seemed to be a plate with food – silverware included – in the other.
A blue light from the frontal area of the droid came to life and the hologram projection of Buitre appeared, hands behind her back, standing tall and looking forward.
“This energy rod should be the one you’re looking for but if it does not come to your satisfaction then we have several different varieties for you to choose from. As far as for the meal, I figured that your flight – however long or short – must have woken your appetite to a certain degree. If you are not hungry then you may send it back and call for a meal at a later hour, though I’m afraid that our organic supply is not as ample as in other areas, so choices of food are limited. Please remain within the hangar until further notice.”
The hologram deactivated.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jun 11, 2005 22:25:25 GMT -5
Askim nodded at the hologram as if Buitre were there, then gladly accepted the energy rod. Crouching down at the third droideka, he quickly installed the energy rod in it's back and watched as it sprung to life. Looking over at his ship, he tweaked the droid's energy frequencies so instead of the generator on Kashyyk as their shield power source the jet now was. Lastly, Askim picked up the plate of food and stared at it for a moment, before having one of his droidekas quickly scan the contents. No poison, sleeping powders, or anything. Askim guessed he finally found someone who didn't have it in for him.
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Post by The General on Jun 26, 2005 23:23:02 GMT -5
Durge the laughed out loud, knowing that the reason why he had killed so many jedi, was not because he was experienced, but because he was lucky. If it was not for his lightsabers, he would probably dead! " You are a fool to think you are oh so mighty! Your are just a pawn in a greater plan, like I, and your friends! I will not waist my time with you! I have more better things to do! You think you are soo mighty, but in thee end, you are a psychotic killing machine, and you will be dealt with in all good time!" said Durge Grievous raged inwardly. With a hum of the energy blades he rushed forward, slamming two of the blades into the Gen'dais arms, relishing the look of maddening pain and remembrance beneath Durge's helmets. The blades hissed and sizzled as they were embedded into the thick rock slab behind durge. "You forget General that I have read your medical logs. Your little nerve endings are no secret to me, as well as their locations." He hissed, his feral eyes narrowing. "You will learn your place, and you will learn it well. If it were not of the being that this Jedi is of more importance to me, I would kill you here and now and leave your carcass to rot with the rest of the vermin on this planet." He shut the sabers off, the limp form of Durge hitting the dirt with a clatter of armor and heavy breathing. Turning away from the loathesome being Grievous looked back at Kroenen and Matthus. "It is time for us to take our leave Gentlemen." * * * The Invisible Hand II streaked through the inky black oblivion of space, the massive cruiser glowing from the stars aura. The two vibrant yellow eyes of General Grievous blazed through the veiw port. In the distance, he saw another large ship he couldn't identify. "Commander." Grievous rasped. "Yes, General?" The droid responded, turning to look at him. "Open a channel to that ship, perhaps whoever is aboard will help us with our little hunt." He hissed.
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