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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 1, 2008 18:36:45 GMT -5
Alright, I've gotten around to making this. If you want to join, PM me with a roleplaying sample and for the love of Paya stay active. I'll be playing as the villian who will be destroyed at the end of the roleplay. Mostly because I simply adore being evil. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The dark gloom of outer space, silent except for the self-contained sounds of anything around, was suddenly broken with the flash of light. From a nearby planet shot a ship, an Action VI transport, with the blue and white fire of its rockets glinting like stars in the black nothingness. Inside were 15 people, some Jedi, others simply refugees. The time is of the Clone Wars, before the deaths of General Grievous or Darth Tyranus. This ship is flying from Coruscant, from near the Jedi temple. In the dead of night, a Sith assassin, Darth Virulos, had infiltrated the Jedi temple, in an attempt to kill numerous Jedi leaders. He was sent by Count Dooku, aka Darth Tyranus, to destroy the greatest threats to the Sith. Unfortunately, Darth Virulos did not know the way, and accidentally awoke some of the apprentices currently sleeping in rooms in the Temple. When they awoke, their distress caused a few of the nearby Jedi Masters to come to their rescue, and soon they all escaped, Darth Virulos right on their heels. As they made their way to one of the Jedi Master's personal transports, the Action VI, Darth Virulos killed numerous Coruscant inhabitants, leaving their smoking bodies on the ground, and panicking numerous people. By the time the Jedi had reached the Action VI transport, not only were there apprentices and masters, but normal people, Bounty Hunters, and people of every race and type from across the city. There are 4 apprentices, 3 Masters, and 8 assorted townspeople within this ship, which is currently on the run to Alderaan, where they will hopefully be able to avoid Darth Virulos within the unspoilt beauty of the planet. The powerful sith assassin on their tails, they activate hyperspace drive, and Darth Virulos follows en suite. However, they went to far in their panic, and have now crash-landed on Alderaan. All of them saw Darth Virulos' ship come down after them, landing with a huge explosion. This group, with many of the civilians not knowing each other or the Jedi who are protecting them, must now traverse to the nearest city, the capital of Alderaan, Aldera. The refugees will have to trek through the mountains for three days before getting to Aldera, with Darth Virulos tracking them every step of the way. And they only know that it is beyond the mountains to the north, for they saw it on the way down. If they get lost, or if they wait to long, they will meet with the terrible Sith assassin, and it is very likely one or more of them will die before they can escape. In the animal-filled woods of Alderaan, with one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy on their heels, will any of them survive? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, there's your setting, remember, 4 Jedi apprentices, 3 Jedi masters, 8 random non-force users, thats it. None of the Jedi Masters are the current trainers of any of the apprentices, though they may know them, and overall its a pretty ramshackle group. Now, on to Darth Virulos' first move... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Zabrak assassin looked over the flaming ruins of his ship, with the crumpled metal and broken thrusters. His mastery of the force had been the only way he had survived this crash, and he knew it. He looked around, fingering the two lightsaber hilts on his belt. Each of these had a handle sprouting at a 90 degree angle from the main body of the lightsaber, and at the butt of each of the cortosis-coated bodies was a cortosis spike, 5 inches in length and sharpened to a tapering razor-sharp point. His battle helmet's reflector had a wave of light across the red visor, and his cape fluttered slightly behind him. Above his helmet, the 6 spines that marked him as being far from human protruded from their specially cut holes in his helmet, their tan, ivory lengths with a base of red flesh, unusually long for a Zabrak, measuring a good three inches each. The different plates of his well-oiled cortosis armor, black as space, slid silently across each other as he walked towards a nearby hill. From his position, he could see the faint trickle of smoke that marked where his quarry's ship had crashed. He knew they were but three days from the capital city of Aldera, but he didn't care. He would get them no matter what the cost or how many cities he had to raze. His punishment for failure would be far more severe than anything that could happen to him in this peace-loving planet. He turned to the crashed remnants of his ship again, and lifted it into the air with the power of the force. He curled his hand into a fist, and the metal was crushed into a tiny ball of metal the size of a basketball. Finally, Darth Virulos took out his lightsaber, and slashed three times through the highly compressed, dense remains of his ship, melting it down into six equally sized wedges, which he then buried under the sand with a mighty thrust of the force that blew a hole in the dirt and grass. He brought his hands apart for this move, then brought them back together and covered the starship remnants under what would appear to be nothing more than a meteor impact. He then turned to the direction his quarry had escaped to, and began walking. Within his cold, calculating mind, he thought of how good it would feel when he choked the lives out of them... and how sweet their screams would sound as they watched each other die.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 4, 2008 19:04:58 GMT -5
Okay dakuub, as I work on my actual character profile, I’ll jump in as one of the random Jedi apprentices to give this thread a little action. Also, being Star Wars with lots of inevitable lightsaber combat, this will be good practice for both of us. Question: do you allow combat counter posts? It would make sense for this sort of game. Anyway, without further delay, here we go! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was getting dark. Under the dimming Alderan sky, one of the lost apprentices raced through the forest foliage, crashing past branches and shrubbery. Disoriented by the crash, the inexperienced padawan wandered aimlessly deeper into peril. His focus was out the window, too confused to fully relax and let the Force guide him. Without his greatest asset, he was sure to make a tempting first victim for the dark assassin, hidden and waiting.
The apprentice stumbled into a clearing in the forest, which was filled with large rocks and fallen trees. Everything was covered in moss, and the canopy above was filled with vines. The lost padawan paused, panting hard. He had no clue where he was going. And by the looks of things, was probably only heading deeper into the wilderness, judging by the denseness of the environment. He wiped his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his light brown robe and ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. “This is getting nowhere…” he grumbled to himself. He prepared to run back the way he came, but a sudden bad feeling surged through his mind. His ability was not so far gone to not know a disturbance in the Force when he sensed it. His hand swept the smooth cylindrical lightsaber from his belt and activated it with a blue flash. The beam’s glow cast haunting shadows over the dusk surroundings. He gripped his weapon tightly in anticipation. He tried to reach out with the Force… waiting for something to happen…
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 4, 2008 19:19:28 GMT -5
Sure, if by counter posts you mean that instead of me cutting you in half you blocked and then attempted to cut me in half and then the powerful Sith assassin, being as well trained as he is, blocked and lightninged you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darth Virulos walked silently through the forest, his feet cushioned by the soft earth. He concentrated, attempting to sense the nearest presence, and to his satisfaction felt a scrambled mind but 50 feet forward. The black, cortosis-clad Sith assassin leapt silently with a powerful force jump, exploding forward a distance of 15 feet, then dashed forward in another exercise of his force-driven power to just behind a huge boulder. He thought to himself of the best way to destroy this first little target, his first mark, the first death in the following chaos, then turned to the boulder behind him. Underneath his visor, a small smile flickered into existence. Hidden behind the red, blaster-proof glass, it was cold, satanic, evil, and cruel, a smile that could chill the bones and make the skin crawl. He gathered the energy of the force within him, and then he crossed his arms and uncrossed them forward, sending a wave of the force at the boulder. Its mossy surface and gray curves suddenly flew forward, the 7 foot high, 9 foot wide, 5 foot thick stone flying like an asteroid at the padawan. Darth Virulos then stood where the massive rock had been, drawing both lightsabers with a whir of the glowing red blades, waiting for his opponent's move... if the apprentice ever even made one again. This was Darth Virulos' element; pain, suffering, frustration... and death.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 4, 2008 19:30:56 GMT -5
THERE!!! The padawan's reflexes kicked in as the massive rock surged through the air. If he were a Jedi of higher caliber, he could have calmly used the Force to deflect the boulder or even try to slice it in two with a swish of his incandescent blade. But upon seeing the massive bulk of the oncoming object, his only thought was to move. He pressed his body into the earth just as the giant rock flew over him. He rolled to his feet and aimed his saber in the direction from which the attack originated. Standing before him was the Sith assassin. The already-dazed young Jedi gasped in awe at the terrible warrior. What was this all about?
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 4, 2008 19:40:19 GMT -5
Darth Virulos looked at the scatter-brained padawan standing in the clearing. "Excellent." he said in a raspy voice, a voice that sounded almost as if he had trouble breathing, or was speaking through a machine. The voice synthesizer on his mask never had worked well. He seized the moment and outstretched his fingers, sending a blast of force lightning outward at the padawan. The blue electricity surged through the air toward its target with deadly precision. And all the while, all Darth Virulos thought in his twisted mind was 'Excellent.' He laughed, a horrible, cold laugh, as his powerful energetic attack of the Force roared through the air at just below the speed of light, its only purpose to end the young padawan's life. It would fry his robes and skin, it would leave him disfigured and horrible to look at, it would more than likely kill him in moments. But Darth Virulos did not honestly expect the padawan to be hit. It was just another demonstration, and when the final blow was landed, the padawan would know, for his flesh would rend and his screams would be heard throughout the country side, and all would know that a new terror now lingered within these woods, a Sith assassin, an evil monster capable of destroying them all, a shadow of death that would obliterate all opposition, who at this very moment laughed and laughed as the lightning flew to its opponent...
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 4, 2008 19:52:29 GMT -5
The young man felt the awful sting of the lightning as is zapped him. "GWAAUUUHHH!" he shouted in pain. As his clothes began to smolder, he twisted out of the way with all the strength he could manage, breaking away from the electric assault and limping behind a moss-covered fallen tree for cover. He ducked behind the trunk and grunted with pain. T-this cannot be… The apprentice thought. Is this… a Sith? They’re supposed to be extinct! Every Padawan’s been taught this… He peaked around the rotting wood, noticing a small log behind his enemy. With a jerk of his hand, he called forth the log from it’s place of rest, hoping it would sweep the Sith’s feet out from behind him.
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 4, 2008 19:57:19 GMT -5
Darth Virulos felt the surge of force the padawan had called forth, and was ready for the attack. He put his lightsaber behind his back and swiped around, slicing the log clean in half and smoldering the insides, sending both halves to the side. He then turned, his red visor's emotionless, flat surface eerily lit in the dappled sunlight, and threw one of his lightsabers, guiding it with the force to the log, and threw it to the padawan. He did not care whether it hit or not, but he aimed closely, before drawing the saber back with the force once more, catching it and spinning it, his other saber already held at the ready. He then began walking forward, expecting the padawan to either attack at any minute... or whimper in pain. He laughed his evil, hissing, raspy laugh, and just for fun threw another lightsaber to where he sensed neck level would be, letting it stab into the log and back out before he brought it back to his hand, making sure to strike out inches from the boy's neck, to burn his neck, to make him feel the horrible pain. To make him feel fear.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 4, 2008 20:19:12 GMT -5
The Padawan’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the evil stranger activate his own blood red lightsabers. Defiantly a Sith! He thought franticly to himself. No way! No way! As the first blade spun from the dark warrior’s hand, the padawan dived away, getting showered with chunks of soft wood bits. Just as he began to rise, the hum of another thrown blade rushed in his ears. He raised his own lightsaber, mostly out of pure reflex, deflecting it out of the way just as it shot at him from through the fallen trunk. The force from the blow was enough to knock the boy clean off his feet. He landed with a WHUMPHH! On the mossy ground. I am so waay over my head, just as the masters always warned me not to do! He thought in despair. He wobbled back to his feet, aching and still twitchy from the lightning surge. I never think! He cursed himself. What can I do? I know! This guy seems to be in love with his Force powers. Perhaps he is better trained with the Force then he is with a lightsaber? Only one way to find out! Without warning, the padawan made a sudden, mighty Force jump into the air, thrusting his hand at the ground at the Sith’s feet. The dirt around him shot up, filling the air around him with a dark cloud. Before his opponent could react, the desperate apprentice came down with a tremendous descending slash, cutting into the earthy shroud…
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 4, 2008 21:08:09 GMT -5
Darth Virulos felt the attack coming, and deflected the attack away with a bored twirl, before stabbing his other blade straight for the boy's stomach. The Sith assassin cackled with glee. The padawan had taken the bait. Assassins were always far more trained in the ways of the lightsaber than the ways of the force, and so it held true for Virulos. As soon as his lightsaber contacted with anything of the boy's, he brought his other saber around to the wrist holding the lightsaber, to cut it clean off. This padawan was no match for the Sith assassin, and Virulos had indeed enjoyed toying with him, but he was growing bored with the meager waste of energy, and longed for a more challenging opponent to bring to their crying knees. As soon as either blade was in this padawan, a surge of electricity burst forth, which would send the apprentice flying backwards into a boulder, before slumping to the ground.
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Post by Setg on Dec 5, 2008 9:30:31 GMT -5
I will join at some point this weekend, and will be taking on the role of one of the Jedi Masters. I want to use an established Jedi Master (Kit Fisto) and given the timeframe this means he cannot die, in order for him to die later on at the hands of Palpatine. if anyone has a problem with this let me know and I'll create a new character.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 5, 2008 14:39:40 GMT -5
Welcome aboard Setg'in! It'd be an honor to have you join us! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The impaled, armless apprentice smashed into the boulder and sparked with the Dark Side energy. Fortunately for him, he died quickly without time to suffer much. It was a dark omen for the rest of the Jedi survivors who felt his presence in the Force snuff out like a blown candlelight. Did any of them have a hope to survive?
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 5, 2008 15:19:38 GMT -5
Alright, glad to have you aboard Setg'-in. Looks like you may be the Master who lands the final blow on good ol' Virulos. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darth Virulos walked forward to the body, kicking it. He knew the apprentice was dead, but it was always fun to watch these worthless lumps of soulless meat slump to the ground. He smiled wickedly under the red visor, before reaching out with the force. He felt the presence of the rest of his survivors a little north of where he had felt their ship fall to the ground. It looked as though the rest were sticking together. Excellent. Darth Virulos had a plan, a grand design to build for this. He would eliminate them one by one as they left the group, never letting them know whether it was him or someone else. He felt that they were about 150 feet to the north east of him. Excellent. It would be hard to use the force for just a great throw, but it would be fun. He leapt up to the top of the boulder the boy had struck, looking outward, then leapt again to the top of the trees. He then turned a hand to the boy, and lifted him into the air as high as he could go, before sending him flying. He didn't need to use the force as much this way; inertia would do its part nicely. The body, impaled, burned, and missing both arms, flew through the air end over end, before landing in the center of the group of the remainder of refugees. Many of the civilians looked over the body in horror, others jumped the second it landed. One or two of the Jedi Masters turned their heads away, and the other apprentices looked sick. This was a turning point in Darth Virulos' attack. Before, his opponents had been content to have him on their heels, as long as they could get away. But now, with one dead and his mutilated body given to them, they would know they had to put as much distance between the assassin and them as they could. Their survival would depend on it. Darth Virulos leapt through the air, landing on a tree some 20 feet away, and then jumped again. He would be sure to kill the Force users first, for if the civilians died they could freely use the Force to evade him. But the Jedi were honorable; They would not leave their civilian charges behind until the very last was killed, and now their honor would be their downfall. Darth Virulos leapt off of a moss covered tree, the green, oddly shaped leaves swaying at the end of the smooth branch covered in the light brown bark, much like paper in its texture, and landed on another tree fifteen feet from that one. He made good time, and that would make this an easy mission. The quarry, his 'prey' as he sometimes thought of them, were slow and would not always stay together. While they slept a few would die, or while they had their backs turned, and all the while it would be the Shadow of Death who followed them, at the helm of attack. Darth Virulos smiled coldly under his visor as he thought of the dead, mutilated body, before he leapt from the final tree, landing on a branch but 50 feet from where the numerous people stood. He looked out over the group. He would survey them for awhile, before he made his move. This would be most interesting indeed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ While he's watching, I'd like a few of the characters to get to know each other, gather some in character relationships. What do the Jedi masters think of the bounty hunters, and what do the normal people think of the apprentices? Use your imagination, and have some fun. Besides, this will make one of the NPCs dying a little harder for some, since they have a relationship going with them.
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 5, 2008 16:09:15 GMT -5
Don't you think any of the Jedi, especially the masters, would notice this huge Dark Side presence a mere fifteen feet away? That's really close... Anyway, here's my prelude! I'm still working on that profile, but I'll have it up soon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One of the assorted strangers, a Rodian dressed in a dark jacket and multiple utility belts, (one of which carrying a blaster pistol), jumped with alarm as the body came crashing into the crowd. He was a nervous and paranoid individual, qualities that served him well in his profession as a gun dealer and spy. He shouted frightened curses in his strange, alien tongue, adding to the screams that suddenly wailed around him. He went cowering for cover behind their wrecked shuttle, whipping out a handheld data pad from one of his belts. He franticly searched for anyone he could find within range, desperate to get help. Much to his alarm, none of his contacts were within range! Then he remembered where they were. Alderan was generally a peaceful place, his lowlife kind were not to be found anywhere in this system! No choice then! He sent a remote signal to someone he knew could help, a previous customer of his. He shuddered to imagine what would happen if he refused. After all, the Mandalorian Protectors were in high demand. It would take some time for the signal to bounce from system to system, so he prayed this client of his was nearby…
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 5, 2008 16:22:23 GMT -5
...whoops, I typed fifteen? I meant fifty... I'll edit that in after a few seconds. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Darth Virulos' lip twitched with glee as he saw the Rodian jump away. He had thought he would wait, but this opportunity was far too good to pass up. He circled around to behind the ship, 40 feet from the Rodian, and using the force, gently lifted the blaster pistol from the man's belt. He was skilled at subtle manipulations of the force, and the Rodian did not even realize it was gone. Darth Virulos took the blaster, and leapt back into the trees. He then set it back between two trees, and sat in a concealed branch above the blaster. The paranoid Rodian would probably look everywhere to make sure that this was not a trap, but he had positioned himself at a special point in the tree, where nothing could have possibly seen him unless it was in that exact spot, or in the tree with him. He smiled to himself as he looked out at the strange alien, who would most likely be his next victim in this mission, the second of the fifteen deaths. Virulos' spikes rubbed against the leaves, slicing two of the green leaves in half with a slight head shake. This was a great mission for the Zabrak. He manipulated the force so that the blaster was upright on the ground, with the butt curved a little in the dirt so that at the exact moment the Rodian was just below him, it would be facing his groin. He positioned both lightsabers so the blade would face downward, and then got ready for the kill.
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Post by Setg on Dec 9, 2008 16:09:41 GMT -5
Kit Fisso sighed. He'd been in worse situations than this before; his close encounter with the Separatist's Leader General Grievous on the moon of Vassek sprang to mind, but not by much. The cruiser the Jedi and civilians had escaped in earlier had crash landed, and they'd only been able to gather scant provisions to last them.
As the most experienced Jedi member aboard he'd assumed the role of leader of this ragtag collection of Jedi Masters, bounty hunters, civilians and Padawans. He glanced around at them, noting the injured, the dead, and those who were still struggling to cope with their situation.
It was indeed a dire situation. That an enemy of the Jedi, a Sith no less, had managed to enter the Jedi temple almost undetected, kill and injure several Jedi, and pursue them even now was a terrible predicament. Fisto was also worried about the fact that one of the young Padawan's, Salar Gune, was missing. He'd been with his Master, Kal-Don during the cruiser's flight, but now was missing. This troubled Fisto, but he did not want to separate the group now. To do so would inspire panic, and that was the last emotion Fisto wanted rippling through the crowd...
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 10, 2008 20:03:59 GMT -5
Finally! My grand enterance! Hope you enjoy it, this took me a long time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, as events on Alderan began to unfold, another struggle was about to take place. It was a mild, overcast day on a backwater, mountainous moon of moss-covered rock. Sunlight crept into the sky through slight gaps in the cloud cover, causing thin lances of illumination to streak the background. Everywhere around were cliffs, heights, canyons, mountains, and narrow ledges. The whole moon was one big, desolate rock pile. With nothing living nearby – no native inhabitants, no animals, no anything – it served as a popular meeting place for smugglers, pirates, and other such company. At the moment, a band of assorted races was approaching a small assembly of Aquilesh thugs that waited in the open hatch of their tiny cargo ship, awaiting whatever business they had arranged, no doubt. The ship was perched on the end of a platform-like ledge jutting out from a high cliff, up in the high altitudes where the wind howled and the chasms below creaked and groaned. Little did any of them know they were being watched. And how could they? After all, their observer was across a far canyon, laying prone on a mossy ridgeline behind a long sniper rifle. “This is Seeker checking in,” the sniper whispered, touching a gloved hand to the side of his Mandalorian helmet. “I’m in position and have eyes on the targets. How’re you doing Zan?” “ I’m fine, everything’s going smoothly,” a voice responded over the helmet COM. “ Just keep me covered. I’ll make my move soon. Over.” “Roger that. Over,” Seeker confirmed. His armor was matte black, salvaged from the former Mandalorian Death Watch, and his helmet’s distinct T-shaped visor was rimmed with a dark green color. He had his signature crosshair mark painted in the same green off center on its forehead. As he peered down his rifle’s scope, the targeting rangefinder on his helmet’s right side folded down in front of his eye. Together, the systems in both his helmet and rifle made for a very accurate, expansive Heads-Up-Display (HUD) that filled the visor in front of his face. Menus and readouts dumped information at him, which he monitored with practiced efficiency. Across the gap, the Aquilesh allowed the others to walk right up to their ship. There were some humans, a few Gran, and other humanoid species crowded in front of the open hatch. They all looked rough, hostile, and grim. The Aquilesh posesed qualities both aquatic and arachnid, from their dark skin and four eyes, to their fin-like ears and large, inward-pointing tusks. They stood around their ship like guards. Almost everyone plainly carried weapons, from blasters to vibroblades, and you could bet that everyone else had some sort of a concealed weapon on them. There was no doubt that these people were criminals, clearly using this moon’s isolation for some sort of joint gathering. “ Thank you all for coming,” announced the Aquilesh leader, who wore a captain’s headset with attached folding eyepiece. His alien language was composed of low grunts and sucking noises with his tusks, producing a horrible collection of noises that hardly seamed to resemble communication. “ As you know from the invitations you received, we are here to auction off some very valuable merchandise, items that I’m sure will be of great interest to you. With the economy in a mess due to the Republic’s current conflict with the Confederacy, I assure you that you will not find such an intriguing inventory as this anytime soon. So, let us begin with this first piece…” As they revealed and displayed their store, everything from weapons and stolen goods to valuable art, Seeker sighed as he watched through his scope. He just shook his head at the pathetic items offered for sale. To his professional eye, he saw a worthless junk pile. But apparently the thugs either didn’t understand the low quality of the items or else didn’t care. Most likely the former, because these assorted lowlifes were practically drooling over the loot. Stupid thugs. “ Eyes up, I’m going in!” came the long-awaited crackle of his COM. Seeker upped his focus, carefully surveying the scene. From the crowd in front of the ship, a figure in a cloak and a hood pushed slowly to the front. An Aquilesh guard put up a hand to halt the figure’s progress. “ Back off,” the guard growled, “ Can’t get too close to the goods without paying for it first.” “Here’s my payment,” came a whisper from the shadows beneath the hood. A gauntleted arm emerged from the folds of the cloak and froze closed-fisted in front of the guard. The alien stared confusedly at the arm, wondering where this “payment” was. Suddenly, he got it. With an abrupt FWWOOOSSHHH!!!!! A bright stream of fire burst from a nozzle on the gauntlet, engulfing the Aquilesh with a shocking orange blaze. There were alarmed gasps and shouts from the crowd, all of whom immediately went for their weapons. The hose of fire swept around, causing everyone who was not caught within its incendiary blast to jump backwards, clearing space between them and the cloaked aggressor. No longer needing the encumbering concealment of the cloak, the figure flung it away with a flourish. Now standing before the surprised criminals was none other than a fully-clad Mandalorian warrior. His dark grey armor was accented with crimson red around his visor and on his gauntlets, shoulder pads, and knee pads. The menacing Mythosaur skull insigna was artfully depicted on the left side of his torso, glaring at everyone who laid eyes upon it. A short red cape hung from his left shoulder, waving dramatically in the mountaintop winds. “Commence sniper cover now,” Zan Valier said into the COM. His tone was firm and calm. Immediately, the pair of angry guards currently advancing on him were abruptly flung to the ground, knocked off their feet by the incredible force from Seeker’s sniper rifle. Even as the surprised thugs around struggled to overcome their confusion and flat-footedness, Zan snatched up his heavy blaster pistols, spinning the snub-nosed guns rapidly from their thigh holsters. He twirled them up, down, across his chest, then crossed them in front of him, all at high speed. His stylized gunslinging was his trademark, an unparalleled skill that awed his targets before they were cut down by overwhelming blaster fire. He had barely finished his tricking before his fingers were squeezing the triggers at a lightning pace, blasting into the swarm of thugs, dropping them swiftly and without hesitation. He sprinted to cover behind a line of rocks at the edge of the cliff, spinning around the protective stone as bursts of light ripped through the air around him. “ Zan, you’ve got a Gran to your left, sneaking around your cover!” Seeker’s voice buzzed in his ears. “Copy that,” Zan replied. He snapped his left hand blaster out to the side and fired several shots. They startled the approaching alien, his three protruding eyes growing wide as they whizzed past his face. Without giving him time to react, Zan dashed right up to him, coming under his snout-like chin with a devastating uppercut. The Gran slumped backward and toppled off the cliff. “ Thermal det!” Seeker shouted without warning, “ Zan MOVE!” The Aquilesh captain smiled as the thermal detonator rolled unnoticed into the rocks, then exploded with a grand burst of fire and shrapnel. Nothing was left but a burning hole in the cliffside. Then, one of his guards gasped and pointed behind him. He didn’t even have time to look. From under the ledge on the other side of the cliff right behind the captain, The Mandalorian rose with a roar from his jetpack. He extended his right arm and aimed it at the captain. A long fibercord whip lashed out, wrapping around the unsuspecting captain’s neck. Then, with a strong jerk of his hand, Zan yanked the alien leader right off the cliff. He went plummeting to his doom, his angry cry eventually trailing off into silence. The remainder of the thugs were quickly dispatched, leaving Zan standing alone, victorious on the desolate mountainside. Seeker had flown over and, with two other Mandalorians, were stripping the bandit’s ship of all the stolen items. “The CIS will be glad to have all their stolen goods back,” commented one of the soldiers to his buddy as they trucked armfuls of loot back to their ship. “Just a pile of junk if you ask me…” Seeker commented to Zan as they went by. “Oh well, a mission’s a mission.” “And a well - executed one at that!” congratulated Zan. “ Vor entye, thanks for the support ner vod. Mandalore will be glad for any reward the Seps will give us for recovering all this.” He clasped arms with Seeker, then made his way down the mountain. “Not coming back with us?” Seeker asked. “Got my own ship down here. See you back later!” He used his jetpack to access a cave further down the mountain where he landed prior to the operation. Waiting for him in the dark cavern was a MandalMotors prototype G1-M4-C Dunelizard fighter. He jumped into the open cockpit and began firing up the ship. “Hey SRAI, miss me?” he said out loud. Resting on a docking station behind his seat sat a highly customized DRK-2 probe droid. It’s large, central photoreceptor focused on Zan as he greeted it. It was a roughly basketball-sized droid with thermal and magnetic imagers that looked like small rifle scopes on its side. It was painted a dark, rusty red and had an antenna on top. He had modified the droid himself, and she was a very useful and loyal companion, almost like a pet. Technically, droids had no gender, but he always referred to his droid as a “her” due to its synthetic female voice. “The mission was a perfect success.” Zan reported. “We’re done here. Now then, did you pick up any transmitions or signals while we were gone?” He waited for the droid to reply as he eased the ship out of the cave and soared into the sky, headed off into the starlit expanse of outer space.
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 11, 2008 17:47:26 GMT -5
Darth Virulos' mind, attuned to the Force as it was, felt a disturbance that made him smile, as though a number of lives had been swept out of existence. He then returned to the task at hand. He used the invisible fingers of the Force to manipulate the blaster, and it went off, firing at the Rodian and missing by mere inches. Darth Virulos was ready to have a good time with this one. He continued firing the blaster, the shots striking inches away from the Rodian after each and every shot. Virulos was indeed having fun with this. He readied his lightsabers, and then sent both down, slowly. The metal hilts crept silently through the forest, guided by the Force, until they came around to be on both sides of the alien arms dealer. The blaster fire would keep the alien pinned down, while the blades struck. The bolts of laser light struck the ground and metal and rocks around him, and then the lightsabers struck. Their brilliant, blood-red blades of energetic death flashed into existence, and point-first, both went flying towards the Rodian at the highest speeds the Force could manage. The both went for his legs, for Virulos did so enjoy his torments, and all they would do is cut out the main walking muscles in the Rodian's thighs and butt, stopping him from moving before the true torture could begin... Meanwhile, on Zan's ship, the droid's feminine voice spoke. "Master Zan, I believe that an old Rodian friend of yours has called from the Alderaan system, requesting help. Do you wish to hear the message?"
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 12, 2008 16:28:48 GMT -5
Zan Valier rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “What, you mean Reedo again? That chakaar just won’t leave me alone. All I did was buy a shipment of weapons from him on Mandalore’s behalf, so now he thinks he’s all buddy-buddy with Mando’ade.” Still, despite how much the shady Rodian irritated him, he couldn’t help wonder what kind of trouble had forced him to seek Mandalorian aid. Surely he had other contacts to fall back on. Or did he? Was he that desperate? “SRAI, I’m making the jump to lightspeed. Coordinates set for the Alderan system. Send a message over to Seeker, tell him I’m going to be a little late.” Zan decided that if he helped get Reedo’s little osik out of whatever trouble he’d gotten himself into this time, he’d demand a worthy sum for his effort. With the reborn Mandalorian Protectors still growing, they needed every credit they could get. As the starfighter burst into hyperspace, Zan wondered what the Rodian arms dealer had done this time…
Reedo yelped in pain as the twin lightsabers sunk into his legs, dropping him to the earthy ground. His panic had grown into sheer terror. He flailed on the ground, screaming to the assorted Jedi strangers. “Help!!!” he cried. “Somebody help meeee!!!”
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Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Dec 12, 2008 16:51:31 GMT -5
Darth Virulos groaned. He did not want to have to fight the Jedi now, on their terms. He lifted the Rodian with the power of the Force, and led his body forward in front of him, then took off. Making sure to hit the Rodian against tree after tree, he ran through the forest, back to the clearing he had slaughtered the padawan in. Then he threw him into a rock, and drawing both unextended lightsabers. He smiled under his mask. "Hello there. I will be your gracious host, Darth Virulos." he said in a cold, rasping voice. He then walked forward, the blades of the lightsabers flashing back into their blood-red existence. He made his way to just beside the Rodian, his dark black cortosis armor's plates sliding easily across each other. He bent down to eye-level with the alien arms dealer, pressing the lightsaber against the alien's stomach ever so slightly, just enough to burn, and then running it up and down his stomach and chest. The blade came within 3 inches of the alien's neck before making its way back down to his belt. He drew it a half inch closer to his neck on the next rotation. Centimeter by centimeter the blade began drawing closer to the Rodian's neck, then both lightsabers withdrew themselves just as it got close enough to burn his throat. Darth Virulos jumped back, saying "Are you having fun yet?" in a cold voice. He laughed that sadistic, bone-chilling, raspy laugh, waiting for his prey's response. Meanwhile, on Zan's ship, the droid replied "Of course, Master."
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Post by Blade Knight on Dec 12, 2008 23:21:00 GMT -5
The Rodian howled with despair. Where were the JedI? Had he been abandoned? There was clearly no time for his Mandalorian backup to arrive, he foresaw his imminent doom descending upon him, personified by the shadowy killer before him. With a cry of desperation, he quickly pulled his last-ditch resort from his assorted belt pouches: a handful of thermal detonators! He wailed and primed them all, irreversibly activating the deadly explosives. If he were to die, he’d be sure to take his tormentor with him! The alien now took his turn to utter a grim laugh as he thrust himself toward Virulos. And then… everything was engulfed with a thundering explosion and a surge of light…
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