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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jul 12, 2005 15:37:04 GMT -5
Bows his head down slightly, thanking the General for his kind comment, and in understanding in his orders/plans. “Do your best to take the Jedi alive, but if it comes down to it, our survival takes priority.” That last line repeated in his mind. If he had lips, they would be grinning. He was more then willing to sacrifice Matt to capture the Jedi. Even if the Jedi came out dead. At least one good would come out of it; he’d be able to see that arrogant fool Matt parish. As he has always said, “you must sacrifice a few pawns to capture the king.” As far as he was concerned, the same logic is applied here. In the chessboard of life, you must make sacrifice. He was walking proof of that. Sacrificing many of his physical properties for immortality and a great connection to the powers of his Gods. Well, technically, he isn’t a god, nor is he one of the immortals. But he still enjoyed classing himself as one.
If he had lips, they would be grinning again. “Kroenen and I.” General’s words again replayed in his head. Taking notice that Matt was not included. What joy, he may be able to riddance everyone of that loathsome fool Matt, and not anger the General. Perfect. Takes the tracking device from the General as he handed it back.
Nodding his head at the General’s orders, he starting leading the way, following the directions of the blimp located on the tracking device, taking turns in through different hangers and halls. Keeps giving an occasional glance over to the woman owner of the ship, expecting something fishy going on here. And it wasn’t Matt’s breath. Why is she so willingly giving them access to her ship? Maybe she’s just being friendly. He could except that. Only one flaw was in her act: she implied that there was no Jedi aboard. And yet his tracking device indicates that she is very mistaken. Its one thing to help hide a fleeing Jedi, but to straight out lie about it right in their faces, that was unforgivable.
Stops, reaching his left robotic hand up to touch the locked hanger doors that blocked their destination. Looks back down at the tracking device. Either his technology was obsolete, or the Jedi, or at least his ship, was on the other side. Turns his head over to the woman, ‘Dealer,’ he recalls General calling her. This all added up, and the equation was simple, to him. A trap, trick, or any other offensive behavior. He’s seen it all before in his time in the Army. Done it a few times himself, even.
Doesn’t even bother asking the Dealer to open the door, he had a feeling she’d make up a reason not to and refuse even if he did. Draws out his blades from their stealth’s strapped around his thighs. Holds the out, soon giving off a red aura and a faint buzzing sound. Grievous and Matt back up a bit to give Kroenen room.
Starts doing his trademark spinning with the blades, the light humming adding in on the twirling sound. Twirls them faster, moving his body in a partnership with the blades, tilting his head at the right time to avoid being nicked by the spinning blades as he moved them. Slices multiple times at the hanger door. Stops twirling his blades, their radiant glow fading with the humming. Stealth’s his blades, stepping back and watching as chunks of the bunker door starts cracking apart and falling off, leaving a small door. From this perception and angle, he couldn’t see anyone inside. But he had a feeling that there was something in there. Something or someone, other then the Jedi.
Holds his hand up and blocks the General the moment he makes a move to enter through the door he created. Turns his attention over to Matt. “To show you my true respect, Matthus, I would like you to have the honor of entering first and apprehending the Jedi.” If he had lips, he’d be grinning a third time now. He had hoped for there to be a few droids inside with some guns, and would firing upon Matt the moment he stepped in. A fellow can dream, cant he?
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Post by econdha on Jul 12, 2005 17:41:14 GMT -5
LOL mean. Question to Masurao. You said there was no one else on the ship. Does that mean you're lying about me, or that I'm not there yet?
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Post by econdha on Jul 12, 2005 18:25:26 GMT -5
The carrier landed in docking bay 2. Jashara had chosen to bring enough of her 'technical staff' to put up a pretty good fight, should Buitre need immediate help. What had she said about her droids being untrustworthy? That might be something the Mercenary could use to her advantage.
Not yet, though. Now her priority was providing the arms dealer with all the backup she would need. Greivous might have a fleet but it was spread across the galaxy. The 4 destroyers could easily neutralize his ship before he could send a distress call.
She marched off the ramp, looking as much like an innocent bystander as possible. Make sure you look like you're here to buy ammunition, nothing more. This may get a little heated, but you have the situation in your control. If only she could believe that. With someone as devious as she knew the General to be, a hundred soldiers and a fleet of destroyers might not be enough.
She looked around the empty bay. Now, where was her host? Jashara signaled to her men to be on their guards. The General was already here. That meant he had the high ground. She was going to have to be very careful.
A blaster fired. The sound was barely perceptable, in the docking bay across from the one they were in. Jashara and her men broke into a run entering the hallway. There they found a humanoid in a trenchcoat and no less than 10 battle droids, no less surprised to be approached from behind than Lepla Alya was to approach them.
The Nautolans stopped, the techs raising their weapons. The blaster fire from within the opposite docking bay continued unabated. The sound of a lightsaber evident. This man didn't seem inclined to enter the room. If Jashara had anything to say about it, he and his little posse of droids wouldn't be going anywhere. She drew her weapon and growled.
<Her weapon is a double bladed scythe, vibro blade job, the shaft is (that metal lightsabers can't cut through.) It is adaptable, the outer edges of the blades are sharpened, not the undersides. -----) >
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 12, 2005 22:39:03 GMT -5
ooc: Um, they just opened the door and are suggesting matt to go through. There isn't any fighting yet.
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Post by The General on Jul 12, 2005 22:42:33 GMT -5
Grievous grinned with his eyes at Kroenen asking Matthus to go first. However, this course of action may require all three of their talents as much as Grievous hated the force, it may be needed for combating the Jedi, after all, the little vermin would use every trick in his arsenal.
"I think I may have a better Idea." Grievous commented, his voice low.
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With a hiss the door to which the Jedi resided in slid open, Droids pouring in. Immediately Blasterfire erupted from the ooposing droids, smoke clouding the air as they fired non-stop and without mercy.
Slowly the blaster fire subsided, and the small tendrils of smoke ebbed away giving a perfect veiw of each of the scrapped droids, but something didn't make sense. Behind the five destroyed another five stood perfect and unharmed, yet at the same time unmoving. Slowly one of the enemy droids moved forward reaching out to the droid -- and his hand passed straight through it.
"It's a Hologram, the origional five projected it. Possibly to create a distr-" The droids nasally voice was cut off as a heavy metal plate fell from the ceiling to crush the droid, Grievous standing on top of it four sabers ignited and glowing. Lunging forward he slammed the blades into four of the off guard droids, craning his head in the Jedi's direction. He laughed softly, his eyes piercing the Jedi's, a he whispered the word barely audible. "Surprise."
Within seconds Droids rained down from large hole in the ceiling, their weapons firing as they fell. Grievous whirled the blades around deflecting shots as he went, steadily making his way towards the Jedi, cutting down any droid that got in his way. Behind him one of the MagnaGuards whirled the staff, guarding the General from any backfire.
"Grievous to the Invisible Hand." He snarled as he made his way. "Apparently our Junk Dealer friend has a streak of nobility, which is frankly quite surprising. Prepare to Fire on this ship. Target the aft engines as well as all weapon ports I want this ship dead in the water. Also, prepare a boarding team, give me all available Droidekas, as well as two dozen more infantry. I want this ship battered, kill any thing that gets in your way save for the Junk dealer herself. I want her for myself."
"Understood General." The droid buzzed back.
One way or another the Jedi was going to be put back onto his ship. Either in chains...or in peices.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 12, 2005 22:58:08 GMT -5
"So. What took you guys so long. Morons." He yelled. Askim was standing next to his cockpit, when he suddenly reached in and hit a switch. Next thing you could see, several beams shot in all directions, putting each of the droids, the general, and his friends in a powerful anti gravity beam. "Now due to your reckless nature, you can't move until I turn this off. That's why I let you come out and attack the droids first. Also, this is why, I kept this," Askim continued, pulling out the colonel's toy, "I found it on the base of the fighter I escaped in, I cut off it's legs and used it for a little trap." Still grinning he ignited both light sabers, "I suggest you guys call off the attack, who knows what I else I put into this thing." As he finished, he soon radioed over to Buitre. "Buitre, I have them trapped. Better hurry." He simply said.
ooc: did my best idea to make you call off the attack. Been planning this the entire time.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jul 13, 2005 7:08:13 GMT -5
(Wasn’t in the room at the time, but oh well.)
Trapped. By no more than a beam. How degrading. Ironic, too, in a way. It seemed as though they were stuck. Oh brother, what a day. Then he saw his machine, his Spyder, its legs removed and his default design ruined. This angered him even more then being captured like this. No one, not even the General, messes with Kroenen’s machines. The site of seeing this worthless Jedi scum, messing with his technology. It enraged him so.
His mind filled with rage and desire of death upon this worthless Jedi almost made him forget something very important. It was his design. More importantly, what he always installs into his machines incase the worst should happen. Cant get much worst then this. Then it finally dawned on him: self destruct. He installed a failsafe, or sort. A bomb, powerful yet small. Hidden so well it could not be detected by any machine. That was then, this is now. The self destruct sequence was intended to be used on anything that got too far away from him, the Spyder will blow up, hopeful taking the fly with it. Now, the Jedi was the fly, and the Spyder is ready to devour.
Right now the General could call to his ship, have them blow this one up and free them, while destroying everyone else. But he wanted in on this more then the General. No one messes with his technology. The technology that HE created, that HE designed. So, instead on waiting for General’s actions, he had some of his own in mind.
“Self Destruct,” he began, talking through the voice box installed in his mask. “Activation code 510267.” Immediately after he begins a chant, very silent and very fast. Something in a language not known to this universe. Something you wouldn’t understand even if he spoke loud enough for someone to hear.
The Spyder started to vibrate and beep. Fast beeping, growing faster by the second. Askim didn’t take long to add it up. Self Destruct Activation Codes, sudden vibrating a beeping machines… it all equals up to one thing: a bomb. Askim threw it quickly, ducking down and preparing for the explosion.
Kroenen predicted that would happen, which is why he prepared his chant. Its good having dark magic on your side. He chants a little louder, but still not loud enough to be heard, the spyder stopping in midair and flying back over to where it came. Only it had no chance of reaching him in time. It only made it a little bit back until it exploded. It exploded over the ship the Jedi used to get here, damaging it far more then it already was. The beams went dead, the explosion knocking almost everyone backwards onto the floor. The Jedi was closer, though. The blast didn’t kill him, however it did send him flying quite a ways and knocked him unconscious.
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Post by Masurao on Jul 13, 2005 10:42:30 GMT -5
“Hurry? Oh, I’ll hurry all right. In the opposite direction!”
This was no longer fun. Not that it ever was in the first place, but there was still some sort of tranquility before all hell broke loose. It had been the calm before the storm…and the storm turned out to be a hurricane. Buitre’s unwanted guests had taken matters into their own hands and cared little what damaged they created in the process. The hangar door had been rendered useless by the odd man with the trench coat and Grievous was more than eager to use his droids during his sneak attack. They wanted the Jedi and were willing to go great lengths to achieve their target.
Buitre had never been much of a combatant. She knew little of warfare or battle strategies. As the General so aptly put it, she was a junk dealer, a person knowledgeable in bartering and mechanics. That’s it. Commander she ain’t. All this deafening clamor and the odd smell of smoke and burnt objects was bewildering if not downright frightening. She wanted to get out of this mess. Fast.
So far the safest location she could find on such short notice was behind the safety of a fallen tool container big enough to conceal her curled body. Her hands clamped over her ears in a failed attempt to drown out the noise as much as possible. The two guarding B-2 droids were doing their best to protect their master and had successfully defended her position for a while but it wasn’t long before both of them fell by enemy fire. Her reliable guards now reduced to burnt scrap.
This was stupid. Her decision was stupid. Why the hell had she called out the droids? Was she trying to impress herself or something? Was that it? Was this some sort of ego-trip gone wrong? Now she was going to die because of it. There was no freaking way she would survive this!
The continuous fire made her paralyzed with fear but as the battle moved closer to where she was self-preservation kicked in and proved that Buitre could move pretty damn fast when need be.
But not fast enough.
Then came the loud blast of a bomb or something detonating behind her back, throwing her legs off from underneath her, her body falling to the ground, and slid on her side until a wall stopped her abruptly with a sickening thud.
Her face burnt. Her legs burnt. Her whole body ached. Something wet trickled down her cheek. Then the same trickling sensation occurred on her neck and arm. That wet something pooled next to her, and that wet something happened to be her blood.
She was bleeding, badly. Brilliant. That’s just great. Nothing like a good injury or two to go with your mindless fear.
Her shaking hand touched the sides of her face and neck that hurt the most and figured out the reason for the pain. It was peppered with small pieces of debris from the explosion. Not terribly bad, but still enough to do some damage. The shoulder area of her arm had suffered the most harm, and by the looks of it a blaster had created this, not the explosion. The wound was immediately cauterized where the laser beam of the weapon had hit, but the area around it was badly scalded, bleeding heavily, and still blistering.
With great effort Buitre got her two legs steadied under herself once again and slowly tried to make her way as far away from that place as her wobbly legs would carry her, still clutching her wounded shoulder. But she didn’t managed to get far before a droideka appeared in front of her, then two, then a third.
She would have been more than elated to have seen these machines until she realized that these droidekas weren’t hers or the Jedi's....
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 13, 2005 17:07:13 GMT -5
ooc: I wouldn't have thrown it personally, but ok.
Edited. Please try to put more detail in your posts, longer the post, the better. And no one, to my knowledge, can simply get up second later after being knocked unconcious. It'll be hours. By time you wake up, you'd be back on the General's ship. You can attempt to escaspe then again.
Also to answer your OOC: what would you have done, just stood there like a idiot and let it blow up in your hands? Yes, that is what your character probably wouldve done. Consider what I did a favor. - THE COLONEL
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Post by econdha on Jul 18, 2005 1:18:53 GMT -5
SB, hon, I'm arriving after the fighting starts. It's pretty darn obvious it was going to, there was nothing about my post that contradicts anything.
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Post by econdha on Jul 18, 2005 1:49:52 GMT -5
I wasn't in the room at the time either but I'll play along too.
IC: So that's what all this was about. Buitre was protecting a jedi from the one vowed to kill them all. That didn't change things enough to make Jashara reconsider her position.
The machine the jedi was holding flipped back towards the man. One of Greivous' entourage must have been a force user as well. She suspected it was the brown haired human.
Jashara stepped up behind the trench coated humanoid she'd been challanging and put a blade to his back. "Alright. No one seems to have noticed that the seperatist presence is greatly outmatched here. Even if Buitre dies, so what? A junk dealer goes down. But if the General there dies. The entire sepratist army is without direction. Oh yeah, that's a worthwhile trade. Go with that."
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Post by The General on Jul 18, 2005 3:07:35 GMT -5
Grievous stood from the ground, his typically white skinned robotic self was now darkened and stained from the eplosion. A slight crack ran from the left side of his facial mask just beneath his slitted eye. His cape hung limp behind him, in tattered shreds, small peices of it fluttering around the room. Bending over he scooped up the fallen lightsaber handles, then turned his head slightly to see the meddling Republic scum enter the battle.
"Grievous to fire control." He rasped speaking through his intercom. "Recall all droids on this ship, I want them out of here."
"Yes General." The Droid buzzed back.
"Oh, and also. Fire away Captain." He added.
"Understood General."
Grievous hurled himself forward scooping up the body of the fallen Jedi, the entire vessel rumbling as explosions hammered into the assigned targets. Reaching into a small pouch on his side, Grievous slowly removed a small dome like device and placed it gently on the small. The small Plasmic Detonator had enough firepower to wipe out this entire ship, and thats exactly what it was going to do in about ten minutes.
"Kroenen! I would usually hate to interupt your fight, but I am afraid it is time for us to make our exit." Grievous yelled, pointing a skeletal finger at the explosive on the wall. Without pausing Grievous ran towards the door, knocking any of those who got into his way aside with a swipe of one of his arms.
His feet clanged against the metal floor as he ran, noticing the hallways were empty he guessed that the droids had proceedingly filed back into both of the shuttles and exited. Matthus too had already left with them. Despite the fact that they were easier, Grievous just didnt have the time to make it to one of them so he would have to create his own way out. However, the hall was not entirely empty. The Junk Dealer. Grievous bent down his arms splitting and not too gently wrenched her off of the floor and slung her over his shoulder.
But how were they to survive? Grievous nor Kroenen needed to breath technically, so space wasnt too much of a threat. He looked around until he saw a glowing panel marked emergency. Shattering the case, he dug through the kit inside until he found to rebreathers. They should have enough oxygen to supply the humans for several minutes. Now just to make the escape. Arching back, then leaning forward Grievous increased his momentum as he ran towards the glass veiwport. Leaping through the air he slammed his body into the glass and it erupted in a shower of sparkling diamond peices, clattering over the ground only to be wrenched into the stars by the vaccum of space.
A high pitched screeching noise reached him as they floated helplessly, when he noticed the Vulture class fighter droid heading towards them. The ship streaked under them, Grievous digging his talons into it as it passed, then headed directly for his ship. A second one soon streaked by heading for Kroenen as it had done the General.
As the Vulture landed, Grievous slowly drifted into the Grav feild and with a heavy crashing noise slammed to his feet, dents marking the hull from where he landed. "Get these two the prison cells." He hissed as the Droid party approached. "This time i want maximum security, if one of them even tries to escape, kill them."
"Yes General."
The second Grievous walked into the Hangar bay the entire junk ship seemed to stand still...then a white hot explosion ripped through the matal hull, and it erupted in a shower of scrap and droid peices. Whether or not the Republic troops had survived, Grievous didn't know, nor did he care. Right now his prime objective needed to be taken care.
"Captain!" Grievous barked.
"Yes General?"
"Set a course for Coruscant...we're finished here."
"Understood."
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 18, 2005 4:39:46 GMT -5
ooc: To the colonel, I don't appreciate you insulting me for trying to bump the thread. My bestfriends grandmother was suffering from cancer near the spine, so he stayed here while his parents went to the hospital with her. I suffered from writers block at the time, and didn't have time to post, alright?! Gimme a break!
Askim slowly awoke. Sighing, he looked up to see his hands bound to the wall. He was still in a dazed state, struggling to break free he realized it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He couldn't even use the force for some reason. The far awar blur started to make a shape. Apparently it was Buitre. Trying to twist his arm free from the wall, Askim's wrist began to turn red and sting. Next he tried to simply pull, he kept doing it until his face turned red. Trying even harder it began to turn purple before he eventually stopped. In anger he kicked the wall next to him. The next time was even harder, he kept kicking until his leg began to hurt. The restraints holding him up against the wall be his hands began to cause soreness in his arms, as he struggled to break free.
Looking at Buitre again he said before muttering to himself, "She was suppose to turn me over. She wouldn't be in this mess if she did." Another guilty thought was now stored with the rest he had caused while running from the empire.
After a few minutes rest Askim began to stuggle harder than before. Twisting as hard as he could, he pushed himself forward, pulling the bindings hoping the would give way, but it never happened. Kicking in all directions, even at the bars, he couldn't help but think they finally caught him.
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Post by econdha on Jul 18, 2005 16:56:16 GMT -5
OOC: LOL as slow as Greivous talks, it would have taken him a week to tell Kroenen all that. And Jashara's not Republic, she's a merc.
IC: Great, more bombs. "FIRE ON GREIVOUS' SHIP!" Jashara screamed into the com, turning and heading through the door back to her own shuttle. A few of her men had been lost in the row, but the rest were hot on her heels. "ALL BATTERIES OPEN FIRE!!"
The impact of the Invisible Hand's weapons against the hull vibrated through the floor, making it difficult to run. The Nautolan commander slammed the door shut behind her and they took off, heading for the Draggie. "The General's ship is running for open space, commander Lepla Alya." An underling informed her as she walked onto the bridge of her flagship.
"Follow them, we have to destroy that ship before they reach hyperspace." Now it wasn't just about Buitre. If Greivous contacted the rest of his fleet, they would massacre the Nautolans for this. Four Destroyers pounded the smaller ship, wearing down it's resistance. "Do NOT let them get away." She snarled.
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Post by Masurao on Jul 18, 2005 17:39:47 GMT -5
Every slight turn of the head or even the involuntary act of breathing was an exercise in agony, not so much of the pain, after all Buitre was more stunned than injured, but because every waking moment was like receiving the cold hard slap-across-the-face sort of realization that everything she had worked for and gained over years was gone before she could comprehend what had happened. And if what had happened was even real at all. It had seemed so surreal for a moment; like it was the most normal thing in the world, but it was ok because all of this was not real and it never really happened in the first place.
But it did happen. It was real.
Buitre winced and groaned. It was hot... unmercifully hot, and she found herself covered in a cold sweat, shivering slightly. The small world of the prison cell wheeled about dizzily and it took a moment to focus as nausea cramped her stomach hard, like a knot tied around a lump of coal.
I think... I'm sick.
Well it was bound to happen sooner or later. That little battle excitement had certainly abused her unaccustomed body enough for it to happen now. A sudden, sick realization hits her and a silent horror reverberated in its wake like the ripples spreading back from the edges of a pool after the stone has been cast.
Her head lifts up shakily and slowly cranes her neck to examine her wounds on her shoulder for what she KNEW will be there, but what prayed will not...
Angry red lines were beginning to radiate from her injury.
There was no blood, but a quarter sized hole had been burned into her right shoulder, front and back. The edges of the wounds were blackish char and raw, red mixed with an ugly brown, like well done steak. The wounds’ edges were slightly inflamed, and a crusted clear fluid marked it. This cracked and dribbled when Buitre moved too much.
Burns cauterize instantly, but deep burns like this were prone to one very unpleasant fact of life.
A fact that she now had no way to combat... or treat.
Infection.
Blood poisoning.
That means when those lines reached down her arm and across her chest to her heart… If the General didn’t kill her, that infection will.
Buitre didn't want to die, but she wasn’t really scared. Maybe it's just that she wasn’t able to feel the sands of time running out quite yet, or maybe she became a little fatalistic in her age. Maybe she did want to die, just a little. That may be why she had sent out the droids, as a way to plea for assisted suicide. But that was ridiculous. She wasn’t suicidal…
Was she?
Whatever it was, it was kind of out of her hands now.
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Stupid Jedi…
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 20, 2005 23:10:07 GMT -5
"Hm. You're finally awake." Askim said at the other side of the cell, "They must've hit you good." Simply ignoring her for the moment he continued to pull free from his restraints. He then began to push his feet against the wall to break free. Askim's effort didn't seem to be getting him anywhere. Kicking against the wall once more, his face began to turn colors until he eventually slumped to take a break. "I don't suppose you have any way to get out?" He simply said, trying to use the force once more. However without the movements of his hands he wouldn't be able to get out that way, and brute strength didn't seem to be doing a very good job. The ship began to shake, and Askim sighed. "Sounds like you other guests are attacking this ship. We better find a way out before they blow us apart." He simply said, pulling once more. The only thing he needed to do, was find his light sabers, and find a way off his ship. And maybe cut the freak's head off who owned the blasted spider. Only this time he had an... "accomplice." if you will. He began to kick around, trying to find a weakness in their cell with an ugly look of anger on his face.
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Post by Masurao on Jul 21, 2005 17:45:56 GMT -5
It was when the Jedi spoke to her did Buitre realized he was there in the first place. She hadn’t noticed his presence before until now. How long had he been there?
His words only succeeded in making Buitre scoff mockingly. Her entire body burned and ached, fever was setting in due to the infection but she brushed the pain away long enough to reply to what he had to say on the situation.
“Escape? After what happened the first time? You just don’t learn. If you hadn’t noticed your little General friend was barely merciful the first time, what makes you think he’ll be forgiving for a second round? I don’t know about you but I don’t think he enjoyed chasing you around like a dog following a bitch in heat. On top of that he decided to take me along for the ride. Lucky me.”
Her words were heavy and followed by a low labored breath. Even the air she breathed was hot and burned her throat. She would kill for something cool right about now.
Buitre didn’t even bother trying to yank herself free. It wouldn’t work and her body wasn’t exactly in the mood to push the limit any further. Besides, she had seen this type of handiwork before, no amount of brute force would be able to break the restraints. But she had to give credit to the Jedi for persistence. Brains? Maybe not; but definitely determination.
“Look, I admire your determination to get out and all, but haven’t you ever heard of opportunity? It’s a little something that comes in your favor when you least expect it. Problem with opportunity is that you have to wait around for it, it won’t come when you need it. You’re alive, thank whatever deity you worship for that, it’s a start. Now let’s see how long we can stay alive until opportunity comes.”
She took a small break to regain her breath.
“You said that General Grievous is out to kill all Jedi. So why didn’t he kill you when you were unconscious? You couldn’t fight back, it was the perfect opportunity for him. It just doesn’t make sense… I think we should wait. Just wait, just a little bit longer. Wait for our opportunity…”
The real reason Buitre wanted to wait was due to the tire that was setting in. The last thing she wanted was something to keep her awake, like planning an escape. If only she could make the Jedi shut up for a little while then maybe she could rest while her injuries healed...however little that may have been on their own.
Damn that fever.
Buitre could have just as easily blamed all her problems on the Jedi. After all if it wasn’t for that bastard then none of this would have happened and she would be back on her ship working on another business transaction, adding more investment into her account.
Then again, if she would have just denied the Jedi entrance in the first place then none of this would have happened in the first place.
She wanted to find someone to blame but the finger kept on pointing at her.
And dammit Jashara, I know it's you as the source of the bombardment and all!
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jul 21, 2005 21:24:34 GMT -5
Turns his head to the side, looking over his shoulder at the attacker behind him. How did he allow his guard to go down in order for someone to pull a sneak attack like this? It was quite embarrassing. Especially for him, an top elite assassin. One of Hitler’s best. The greatest scientist on Earth. Even more then Albert Einstein. Only his brilliance would never be recognized. All of his creations were top secret. Something that even Hitler himself knew little of. A conspiracy, one far greater then that of Area 51. Of course, originating from the times of WWII, he didn’t know of Area 51. But on his little time adventure he had, he learned a lot about it. How it was the cause of the aliens every attacking and taking over the planet. Leave it to the Americans to be the cause of world domination.
Was about to turn and strike this opponent, but then far more serious and important matters occurred. The General’s warning. Dashes away quickly, the blade at his back slicing through a portion of his trench, but not toughing his skin. Runs down one of the hallways, a different one then the General took. This could’ve been the worst choice he has ever made. Removes his trench coat in his run, letting it fall behind to make him more agile.
Without his trench coat, he was much faster, zooming through the halls for search of a way out. Actually, he wanted a ship. But in this situation, anything would do. He was still roaming the halls by time General made his escape. Kroenen almost feel over backwards from a explosion. A very, very close explosion. The wall right beside him had a light hole in it, flames pouring out. Then he felt something pulling at him like a large vacuum. Then he forced himself up and his body gets pulled to the source of the suction. Another hole. A large one, almost like a door. Blown in the other side of the ship. It lead out into space. Plants his arms at the edges of it, keeping himself from being pulled out into space. He was actually nervous, starring out into the cold darkness of space.
His back was being burned from the heat radiating from the flames. Turns his head and looks down the hall after hearing a loud explosion. What he saw wasn’t quite welcoming. Flames. Fire. The halls were being devoured and flowing with flames at a constant rate. It appeared that the only escape from this was space. Lets his grip go, allowing himself be pulled out into space. Only he didn’t react quite as soon as he should. The flames and explosion had already reached him. He was only a few feet out into space before the flames gusted out of the whole and the explosion blasted its way through, his body right in the line of fire…. Literary. The explosion sent him flying far into space, his clothes almost completely burned off, his skin burnt and his mask broken, only a little bit remained attached, over his left eye.
He had no choice to watch all the happenings, since he doesn’t have the ability to wink or blink or close his eyes. However it didn’t matter that much, he couldn’t see all that well anyway. His eyes must’ve taken too much damage. His vision had faded some, but it wasn’t completely gone. Then out of the blue he spies a ship flying in as though to rescue him. That’s what it was too, one of the Generals. But he didn’t know. Though he did use what strength he had to grab hold to it as it passed under him, his left robotic hand clamping down on it tightly.
The shuttle flew him in and landed at General’s shuttle, dropping him down through the Grav field. His body drifted down, looking as though he was unconscious sense his landing didn’t appear to be on his feet. And it wasn’t. He crashed down onto the hard metal floor with a loud thud, but didn’t leave any trace of dents like the General would since he ways no where near as much. He landed on his back, his body lifeless on the floor.
Then, a sudden motion of life went through him, lifting himself up off the floor and unsteadily standing on his feet. What remained of his shirt had fell off and the metal breast plate that held the key to his heart feel off of him, cracking into as it hit the floor. It was burnt and ruined. From pants to boots, all ruined. Only real and practically undamaged clothes were his full-body suit. Black cloth. It was latex, but he though it looked and felt nothing like latex so he calls it cloth instead. The reason it wasn’t burnt off was because it was very special. Fireproof. Plus he wore so many clothes over it. It had to be fireproof, it is what kept him alive. Or, at least it helps a great deal, anyway. Dark magic, such a wonderful thing.
Weakly makes his way toward the door, taking notice in the dent in the floor. It was almost for sure it was caused by the General. What other creature weighted enough to make that? Or had that shape of a foot? Upon reaching the door, he spots a small droid by it. Looks down at it and speaks the best he can, his voice rugged and hard to understand due to lack of lips, some of it coming out of the voice box, but even t hat had static because it was damaged from the explosion. Badly, in fact, he was surprised it was even working at all.
“Take me to the General.” The droid just ‘starred’ for a moment, trying to process who he was. Few have seen him without his entire mask on. The droid then turns and heads off to the General. Kroenen follows, leaning his hand up against the wall for some support. The droid stops once it reaches the room the General is in. Kroenen walks in slowly, almost dragging his foot across. His right arm sorta just dangled there, too damaged to move. Felt the vibration of what seems to be an attack from another ship. He’d have to work fast to get out of here and fulfill his intend plans. Under attack or not, he had to ask the General for help. Which wasn’t easy, since he had to talk real slow for him to understand what he was asking for.
“General,” he began, trying to stay as calm as he can and talk as clear as possible. “I need your help. Twenty of your best working droids that can follow directions exact.” He took a quick pause before continuing. “Every blue print and data on each type of battle droids. Along with…” he paused again, taking in a deep breath even though he doesn’t really need oxygen. “Along with YOUR blueprints, everything. And many, many tools and equipment. Bring them to me at the time machine. AS…AP. “ He repeated the last part just to show how serious he is. “ASAP, General… ASAP.”
He turned weakly and headed off to the time machine. Along the way his future plans flashed through his mind. Oh how perfect this should work out, he thought. He had already planned this all out. He even had the destination and time in mind. Some info he… borrowed… from the ships memory on locations and planets. Once he reached the room with the time machine, he waited inside, leaning back against the wall to regain some strength. Looks over at the door and waits for the droids and equipment to come, trying his best to be patient. “Hurry up, General… “ he said to himself.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 22, 2005 1:26:35 GMT -5
ooc: Giving everyone the heads up, I'll be gone for two or three days camping.
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Post by econdha on Jul 23, 2005 0:14:56 GMT -5
“General,” he began, trying to stay as calm as he can and talk as clear as possible. “I need your help. Twenty of your best working droids that can follow directions exact.” He took a quick pause before continuing. “Every blue print and data on each type of battle droids. Along with…” he paused again, taking in a deep breath even though he doesn’t really need oxygen. “Along with YOUR blueprints, everything. And many, many tools and equipment. Bring them to me at the time machine. AS…AP. “ He repeated the last part just to show how serious he is. “ASAP, General… ASAP.” This is seriously frightening. Kroenen Cyborg. EEP. (While you're at it, try attaching the chest plate so not every random jedi off the turnip frieghter can rip it open and shoot you in the vitals.) I'm so scared. May be backing Jashara off now that there's two of you.
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