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Post by econdha on Apr 11, 2005 1:10:53 GMT -5
Cool! Can Somka be frozen too??
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 11, 2005 11:00:15 GMT -5
Is Somka a practical immortal, an unstoppable killing machine. A living corpse, if you will. Is he/she? Because any real living organism cant just be revived after being frozen. That I know of, anyway....
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Post by econdha on Apr 11, 2005 23:31:05 GMT -5
Bees can. Haven't you ever played 'bee resurrection?' freeze a bee, take it out, put it in the sun, watch it fly away.
Fish can, as long as they're frozen solid. Frogs can, as well. Somka's cold blooded and tough as nails. It's plausible.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 11, 2005 23:38:46 GMT -5
Fine, its possible. So you want to get frozen or something?
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Post by Redeemer on Apr 12, 2005 13:25:52 GMT -5
Hey guys im at school so i dont know if i will post in the story but yea, you should be a Light Side Jedi.
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Post by Redeemer on Apr 12, 2005 13:32:39 GMT -5
(Dont know were you came up with the frozen person, but oh well,i will continue were i was.)
Matthus stepped off the landing pad and walked out stretching. 'HMMM Everyone scan the area, i sense light power in the area."
with that he walked to the ruin of a temple infront of him.As he walked in the there at once."Hmmm strange i had heard 8 people can enter at once.Yes the jedi must be here.Those fools."
Matthus contined as he heard the whole temple sealed shut so that no one could escape or enter.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 12, 2005 14:08:47 GMT -5
((That frozen person was/is me. I talked General into adding me into this RPG. Since YOU left the other one. Bastard. Why cant I ever stay in a good RP without someone leaving right when it gets interesting? Its days like this I want to make my own. Too bad I wont.))
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Post by econdha on Apr 13, 2005 2:56:15 GMT -5
They pushed together, in a saber lock, and Grievous lowered his head down to look into her face. "Everything has a musical tone, a song, a message...all you have to do is listen." He rasped, pushing her away. His eyes narrowed, and he arced a pose. Pointing his saber at her, he simply said: "Shall we dance?" "Yessir." She used the force of his push to swing her saber around and cut at his feet. "You know, my teacher always said there was music in everything. It's an old Leetanian saying." She spun into the swipe at his feet, accelerating the blade back at him as he dodged. "Have you ever met any Leetanians, sir? I was raised there. Not native. As you may notice as I'm human and under 11 feet high."
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 13, 2005 5:13:55 GMT -5
I'm human and under 11 feet high." I know a lot of humans under 11 feet tall.
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Post by econdha on Apr 13, 2005 23:59:59 GMT -5
And I'll bet not one of them is Leetanian! Due to the fact they are <i>Not</i> human and average 11 feet tall.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 14, 2005 3:27:32 GMT -5
Fine, fine. Now I just have to wait for someone to post that will allow me to post again.
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Post by DachandesHonor on Apr 14, 2005 19:01:51 GMT -5
(A note: After the *** what I post, is not, I repeat NOT my work. I was recently reading a book with Grievous in it, and found that it may shed some light on what he is/is like. Its rather long so I may have to do this in more than one post.)
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Post by DachandesHonor on Apr 14, 2005 19:45:11 GMT -5
(here it is)
Grievous was about to reply, when his vision became slightly blurry. Dropping to his knees, he deactivated his saber. He cursed himself for showing weakness, but it was something that he simply could not fight. He looked up. "Im sorry," He rasped. "But it seems I have held off a matter of buisiness too long...we will have to continue this later in a few hours." Pressing a button on his wrist guantlet, the doors to the training room slid open, and his Magnaguards entered. With no visible effort, the elite droids lifted Grievous, and helped support him as he exited.
* * *
In dreams Grievous remembered his life. His mortal life. On Kalee, and in the aftermath of the Huk War.
After all the close calls on the battlefields on his home system worlds, on Huk worlds, sowing destruction, exterminating as many of them as he could....after all the times he had returned home wounded, bloodied to the bone, surrounded by his wife and offspring, basking in their support-relying on it to recall him to life.
After all the bruises with death....to be fatally injured in a shuttle crash.
The unfairness, the indignity had cost him more pain than the injuries themselves. To be denied a warrior's death-as was his due!
Floating suspended in bacta, keenly aware that no healing fluid or gamma blade wielded by living being or droid could repair his body. In moments of consiousness: seeing his wife and offspring gazing on his ravaged body from the far side of the permaglass. Offering words of encouragement; prayers for his return to health.
He had asked himself: could he be content to be a mind in a body without feeling? More, could he abandon a life of combat for a life in which the only battles he fought were with himself? To endure, to live another day...
No. It was beyond him.
By then, the Huk War had ended-more accurately had been ended by the Jedi, and the Kaleesh were still reaping the whirlwind. Their world in ruins, their appeals for justice and fair play ignored by the Republic.
Ever on alert for invesment opportunities, members of the InterGalactic Banking Clan had offered Kalee a dubious sort of rescue. They would support the planet financially, assume its staggering debt, if Grievous would agree to serve the clan as an enforcer. Their hailfire weapons were proficient at delivering "payment reminders" to delinquent clients, and their IG-series assassin droids took care of the wet work. But the hailfires had to be programmed, the IGs were dangerously unpredictable, and assassination was bad for business.
The clan wanted somone with a talent for intimidation.
Both to save his world and to provide himself with a touch of the life he had known as a warrior, a strategist, a leader of armies, Grievous had accepted the offer. IBC chairman San Hill himself had overseen the details of the arrangement. Still, Grievous wasn't entirely proud of his decision. Debt collection was a far cry from warcraft. An arena for beings without principles; for beings so attached to their possessions that they feared death. But Kalee had profited from his work for IBC. And Grievous's previous notoriety was such that it could not be eclipsed.
Then: The shuttle crash. The accident. The misfortune...
He told his would be healers to fish him from the bacta tank. He could bear to die in atmosphere or the vacuum of deep space, but not in liquid. In the shadow of felled trees that would fuel his funeral pyre, he lapsed in and out of consciousness. That was when San Hill had paid him a second visit. Something consequential in mind. Obvious even to somone who could barely see straight.
"We can keep you alive," rail-thin Hill had whispered into Grievous's unimpaired ear.
Others had promised as much. He pictured breathing devices, a hover platform, surrounded by life-sustaining machines.
"I have my mind," Grievous had said. "What I lack is a body."
"Most of your internal organs are damaged beyond repair of the finest surgeons," Hill had continued. "Ad you will have to surrender even more than you already have. You will no longer no the pleasures of flesh."
"Flesh is weak. You only need to gaze on me to see that."
Encouraged by his remark, Hill had talked into glowing terms of the Genosians: How they raised cyborg technology to an art form, and how the blending of living and machince was the technology of the future.
"Consider the battle droids of the Trade Federation," Hill had said. "They answer to a brain that is also nothing more than a droid. Protocol Droids, astromechs, even assassin droids-all require programming and frequent maintenance."
Two words had caught Grievous's attention: battle droids.
"A war is brewing that will call many droids to the front," Hill said loudly enough to be heard. "I am not privy to when it will begin but when that day comes the entire galaxy will be involved. Created by somone more powerful than anyone in the Galaxy."
"Then why does he need me?"
"In every war, there are leaders and their are commanders."
"A commander of droids."
"More precisely, a living commander of droids."
So he had allowed the Genosians to go to work on him, constructing duranium and ceramic shell for what little of him remained. His recuperation had been long and difficult. Coming to terms with his new, and in many ways improved self, even more longer and difficult. Only then had he been presented to Count Dooku, and only then had his real training begun. From the Geonosians and members of the Techno Union he had already come to understand the inner workings of droids. But from Dooku-Lord Tyranus-he had come to understand the inner workings of the sith.
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Post by DachandesHonor on Apr 14, 2005 19:55:02 GMT -5
Tyranus himself had trained him in lightsaber technique. In mere weeks he had surpassed any of Tyranus's previous students. It helped of course, to have an indestructible body reminiscent of a Krath Wardroid. The ability to tower over most sentient beings. Crystal circuitry. Four graspin appendages...
In dreams he remembered his past life.
But infact, he was not dreaming, for dreams were a product of sleep and General Grievous did not sleep. He endured instead brief periods of stasis in a pod-like chamber that had been created for him by his body's builders. While inside that chamber he could sometimes recall what it had felt like to be alive. And while inside, he was not to be disturbed-unless in the event of inicimal circumstances.
The chamber was equipped with displays linked to devices that monitered the status of his surroundings. But Grievous was aware that his probe droids had returned with what he wanted before the consoles displayed it.
As he exited the chamber and hurried towards the medical bay, a droid joined him supplying updates. "Perfect," Grievous rasped. "Inform Matthus that I will need his presence as soon as possible."
"Yes General."
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 14, 2005 20:36:18 GMT -5
Oh.... my eyes. My poor, poor eyes... thanks for the life story, General. Really, I loved reading that. [Rubs bloody eyes.]
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Post by Redeemer on Apr 15, 2005 16:39:12 GMT -5
((That frozen person was/is me. I talked General into adding me into this RPG. Since YOU left the other one. Bastard. Why cant I ever stay in a good RP without someone leaving right when it gets interesting? Its days like this I want to make my own. Too bad I wont.)) Ok i did not leave, like i told you i only have weekends now, and i am no bastard.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Apr 15, 2005 17:05:26 GMT -5
Ok i did not leave, like i told you i only have weekends now, and i am no bastard. Ah, you're back. Will you post now?
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Post by Redeemer on Apr 15, 2005 20:30:43 GMT -5
As Matthus walked in the ruins he sensed the 7 Jedi. "Hahaha 2 padawans, 3 Knights, and what is this.... 2 Masters.This should be good."
Matthus walked the halls and saw the defense droids showering sparks.His dark cloak slipping over them he sensed he was close. He came to a doorway and knew they were behind it.He listened to their conversation.
"There it is, after years of searching we have found it. Poonta grab the mask. But watch it, this is sopposed to be a mask made by the dark energy from every sith lord that died.......... Good Poonta,......wait, WHAT THE.....!"
At this time Matthus walked in, only to see the Jedi Padawan holding His mask. But then to his gleeful suprise his thoughts came true. The mask glew bright blackish red, then that glow turned into a lightning like blanket on the Jedi. He screamed in agony.As the darkside drained him of life.He shriveled and fell over.
"What, why did that happen?" Asked one of the Masters then he noticed Matthus." And who are you......OH MY GOD, do yall sense the dark energy in him.Are you Darth Matthus?"
"ill take him Master Sarish." said a padawan.
The padawan took out his saber and did a vertical strike at Matthus.He dodged and kicked the padawans leg at the joint breaking it. Using the force he healed the leg.
"do you see how powerful i am, all of this power could be yours, and you would not have to die here. Join me, Join the Darkside." The aprentice looked at Matthus then his Masters. "Never i have seen what hapens." he responded.
"Then i am afraid you will have to die." Matthus said and took grip of the padawans heart inside his body. All of a sudden his chest bursted from the surge of dark energy that Matthus used to destroy the heart.
"NOO!" Sarish screamed but the three Knights were at Matthus first.
Each with thier one lightsaber. Matthus felt fair and desided to only use one side of his saber.
They swarmed him and attacked his head.Doing a backflip Matthus used force push to slam them into a wall. He also made the cieling fall on them. Only 2 came out of the rubble. "Die sith!" they yelled. Matthus put his saber away. They were to angry to acually hit him.
He ducked jumped slid to the side,paryed, and blocked. "Well as much fun as im having i think it is time to end this." Matthus ducked as they both swiped at him then he layed both of his palms in their guts. "Bye Bye" Matthus launched lightning into them. They slammed into the wall and tried to get away from it but it was useless. He dropped their smoldering bodies and looked at the Masters.
"So, Sarish is your name, what about you." He said looking at the other. "I am Korith, and we together will slay you."
I find that hard to believe." With that Matthus grabbed the mask of the ground.
The room lit with the light of the mask. Then it stopped and Matthus put it on...................
(Ill post the rest later)
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Post by econdha on Apr 15, 2005 23:31:36 GMT -5
OOC:I changed my mind!! I'm staying on Korriban. There's nothing really for me to do on the moon anyway. Because Meegan isn't much with a saber yet, and why would their be enough Jedi crawling around on the Sith moon that Sa'cre couldn't kill them all?
Grevious dropped to his knees. Meegan took the saber hilt from his hand. She offered him her arm, but his guards entered and took him away.
She filed that information as she slipped through the door after them. She followed them down the hall to the general's quarters, but didn't make it through the door before it closed.
It's rude to enter other people's room without permission when they're in a weakened state. She'd picked that up somewhere along the way. That's what happens when you live on Coruscant as a child, you learn useful things. Most of this happens when you sneak away from your gaurd droid and out of school, though.
The alarm sounded, not the intruder alarm, Meegan couldn't identify it immediately. She charged down the hall towards the medical center. Skidding around a corner she nearly ran directly into a smelly man in somewhat time ravaged armor. He was carrying two steel blades. Her lightsaber swung up, hissing to life.
No, they had to be vorpal blades, no one would assault a Sith stronghold with steel. Yet he'd gotten all the way here. Smelling like bacta. Then she recognized the alarm. Medical bay breach. This was someone they wanted alive, possibly even a confused ally<why can I never spell that word?> She tapped her code on the com, shutting down the alarm.
She shut down her blade and held her hand out, palm up. "I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I see you let yourself out of the bacta tank. You're obviously well enough not to need it anymore." She spoke as comfortingly as she could.
"I see one of the guards got to you, though." She indicated the burn wounds, taking a tiny step closer. "I can heal that for you, if you don't like surgeon droids. Maybe we could get you some different clothes too." She took another step and sensed an increase in menace. She retreated. "Or you can keep those, whatever you like."
"My name is Meegan Suul. What's yours?" <i>OK, Meegan, talk him down. You know how you are when you wake up in bacta and you're one of the more stable people here.</i> She didn't smile at him, too many dark jedi didn't trust it. Whoever this was might not trust smiling people holding lightsabers either.
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Post by Redeemer on Apr 15, 2005 23:36:30 GMT -5
OOC: sorry but you and Sa'cre are killing the Jedi in the area im the only one in the temple.
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