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Post by SwiftBlade on Jul 24, 2005 15:52:19 GMT -5
ooc: wow. still no posts? Yeesh. Need Grevious or something.
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Post by The General on Jul 24, 2005 22:40:45 GMT -5
Grievous cursed as the entire ship rocked from the fire of the opposing ships. He looked back as Kroenen entered his eyes widening slightly at his appearance. Without question he nodded his chipped, burnt head. "It will be done." He rasped, then turned away without another word.
So, Jashara wanted to play a game with him did she? Then he would play with her, as he had no other choice at the moment. "Captain." He said flatly to the droid.
"Yes General?"
"Divert all power from other systems, including engines, to both shields and weaponry. Target the weapons systems on two of the enemy ships, leave Jasharas for me." He commanded.
"What about life suppo-"
"I said all systems, Captain. Do not make me repeat myself a third time, or you will find yourself being replaced." He snarled impatiently.
The Droid seemingly gulped at the comment. "As you wish General."
Grievous exited the bridge, heading down the large hallyways towards a spacious entrance at the end of the mainhall. Speaking softly into a small comlink, the item rattled in acknowlegement and with a quaking hiss and grinding noise the two large duranium blast doors in front of him whined open to reveil a pitchblack room. The moment he entered, lights illuminated the area to reveil a sleek, state of the art fighter heavily guarded by both turrets and wall guns. Grievous' personal crest was etched in Kraathi warpaint on the left side, it's blood red hue framing the sleek, chrome ship.
Shaped like a large silver bullet, the design was exotic, the rifting contours and curvatures giving it an odd, almost menacing appearance. Opening the hatch, and sidling into the cockpit Grievous breathed a heavy sigh of pleasure and contentment. He had been wanting to test the fighter out for quite some time, and now was the perfect chance. With an audible purr the engines hissed to life, the beatiful white hot flames glimmering against the smooth surface of the vessel. Slowly exiting into the inky black oblivion of space, he gave immediate orders to the main ship. "All available fighters enter the battle, and form on me."
Without a word of acknowledgement the fighters hurled themselves into space, the vulture fighters forming in the front, while all others collectd themselves towards the back. Grievous silently relayed the instructions he had for them over his mindlink with them, directing them so his plan could not be anticipated over bugged communications or otherwise. Spiraling around the fire of the other ships the vultures dove down behind Jasharas vessel, mutiple warheads firing straight at the engines. Instead of hitting them directly, they shattered just above them, dropping their precious cargo onto the engine pods. Chittering and hissing the Buzz droids eye nodes came to life as they skittered towards the fuel lines and other precious pieces the ship needed to move. Grievous fumed as his ships were cut down by enemy fire. He was rewarded slightly as one of Jasharas ships capsized under the hail of fire, flames roiling on its surface.
The reward was short lived however, because he knew the invisible hand couldnt take much more of this. He had to force some sort of stand off between the two vessels, and he prayed that what he had in mind would work. Taking direct aim at the viewport of Jasharas vessel he fired, but no beam came out. He opened a channel to Jashara his eyes filled with grim determination. He checked his scanners to make sure he had hit his target with precise aim, they wouldnt have detected the projectile in time, their scanners should have been too busy with the signals from the Buzz droids...or at least he hoped they would. But the signal worked both ways, he couldnt tell if it had landed or not, but he would have to try and two way bluff it. "Well," He hissed over the channel. "You had me quite surprised when you attacked, I hadn't expected such a bold move from one so...cowardly."
"I haven't contacted you to argue, however, I have contacted you to shed some light on the current predicament. You have my ship outnumbered abd outmatched...however, if you don't call off the attack now, we will all die. Or at least all of you, I believe the Colonel is away in another time, and I can certainly fly away...before I activate the Sonic Detonator right above the viewport of your ship that is. Typically, I would do so anyway, but I would hate to be wrong about the Colonel, and I've already had to rebuild my ship once, it would be bothersome to do so again. So, what do you say Old Friend? How about a cease fire? Or shall I explain to you what a Sonic Detonator can do to living beings? Before it destorys this entire region, as the smaller one did to the Junk Dealers ship, it can have some...nasty side effects on Biologicals."
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Post by Masurao on Jul 25, 2005 17:20:39 GMT -5
CODE.UNRECOGNIZED=ACCESS.MALFUNCTION
COMPARING.TO.KNOWN.CODE.DATABASE
1OF1ENTRIES.FOUND
DOWNLOADING.CRYPTOGRAM.PROGRAMMING.PACK
DOWNLOAD=COMPLETE
SCANNING=SYSTEM.DATABASE
SCANNING...
1OF1ENTRIES.FOUND
DOWNLOADING-SYSTEM-SUBTEXT-DATA/CODE
ERROR
!!RESTRICTED.ACCESS!!
=.TO.OR.>.THAN.DROID.SECURITY.CLEARANCE.REQUIRED
CURRENT.SECURITY.STATUS=UNKNOWN
DOWNLOAD=CANCELLED
Dammit.
Though Buitre had to admit this time was even closer than the last attempt. She didn’t even get past downloading the cryptogram programming last time and it almost set off an alarm when she tried to restore it. At least now she knew that hacking into the cell’s computer processor through its power slot (originally meant for mechanic and service droids) was much easier than she had expected… even if she couldn’t do much with it.
Now getting to said computer processor… that was a different story altogether.
None of the security access panels were located inside the cell. That would have been stupid for the designers to do so. So no, nothing could be done from the inside.
The cell was a large chamber with numerous retraining devices behind compartments in the walls. From the security panel – or any other kind of program that linked to the panel – one could chose the most effective kind of restraint depending on the detainee, similar control settings such as the amount of pressure on the restraints and even climate control were available. But none of those interested Buitre, she wanted the release control for these things.
That’s when her eye-piece came in handy. At first glance the tiny mechanical organ attached to the left side of her head seemed like a normal aiding device – and it did that one part of its job just fine – but why go through all the trouble of appending a mechanical aid when a simple organ transplant would have sufficed?
Because you can’t install a computer into an organic organ.
It was mostly out of requirement to have a central processing unit close to her for when transactions and business communications to both her clients and the mainframe were necessary. What area closer than the side of your face? It also doubled as scanners and program coders for when more unorthodox methods of business dealings were required. As far as costs go, it was pretty cheap to acquire it, but it suddenly became one of the most invaluable items she had at the moment.
Located around the side of the cell where a pair of light blue parallel strips that ran across the chamber’s walls, even touching the back of both Buitre and the Jedi's heads, and outward to the security panel. Every so often the faint light coming from these strips would glow just ever so slightly brighter as it checked the prisoners’ stats. It also acted as a sort of pseudo A.I. to accommodate to the prisoner’s needs. Everything from the chamber’s temperature to captive’s health status was recorded and adjusted to current requirements. Of course, this was a simple program that was easily overridden by higher commands from outside sources but other than that the entire cell was controlled by these two blue strips.
Now one could have easily wowed an audience with incredible feats of innovative thinking and skill but all it took to actually get to the blue strips was just a slight turn of the head towards the left. From the eyepiece came a sort of needle-like projection. Its “needles” fanned out and attached to one of the strips.
A faint beeping sound.
And she was in.
That was about the only highlight of the entire day. The rest was followed by similar failures of attempted hacking.
Buitre retracted the appendage. There was no point in continuing to hack into such a dangerous program without the proper clearance, she would need to hack into an actual droid first and acquire its own access code. Though it had been a good memory trip, she hadn’t done this sort of mischief in years; a while back she used to do this sort of thing for money. Hacker for hire, if you will; assisting bounty hunters, mercs (such as Jashara), and similar personel with a not-so-clean background history. A petty job really. Didn’t pay nearly was well as selling weapons and ammunition but she had to give credit to the fact that this little skill was what lead her to the life of a dealer.
Good times though. Good times.
Now she was a captive in the ship of some deranged cyborg general with the runaway Jedi and some other freaks to add the mix. On top that her injuries were beginning to burn and those red lines were already appearing further down her arm. When did everything made a 180 for the worse?
Buitre wasn’t in the mood for an escape, she was tired enough as it is, but just knowing what you are dealing with is always a good thing even if you were never going to use it. Good strategists take opportunities, great strategists make their own.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Aug 8, 2005 21:53:48 GMT -5
Kroenen was delighted to see the droids he requested enter the room. Each with their fair share of equipment. Not all of which he needed, but he would make use of everything. Stepping up to the control panel of the time machine, he inserted the required information: date; destination; password. The time machine comes to life, sparks flying as the rip starts tearing through time. The rip continues to expand until large enough for someone to enter. Kroenen stares proudly at this, his creation, marveling at his own genius. Turns to face the droids that stood, hands full with equipment, in the room.
Extends his arm to direct one of the droids in front. “You,” he ordered, “drop what you have and go through the portal. Scan the area and report back in a weeks time.” The droids nodded its head in understanding to its new objectives. Without further a duo, the droid places the equipment it carried gently down on the floor and stepped over to the portal. It took a quick pause before enter, its form disappearing in the bright light the rear produced. It came out the other side, on a different planet and different time. The portal, in its time, sealed up, while it remained open back in the current time of Kroenen. The droid scouted the area for a weeks time, just as it was ordered, before returning. The portal reappears and the droid walks through, returning back to its own time, back on General’s ship.
In their time, the droid had came out just after he entered, it took no longer then a second. The droid took its place back in line and required the equipment that it had left on the floor. “Report,” Kroenen ordered. The droid gave out all the information it had gathered: “The planet is habited. Area of arrival is deserted. Nearest area of habitants are 68.3 miles west.” Kroenen nodded at the droids acquired information. This was going by perfectly. “Go,” he commanded as he pointed out his arm at the portal. The droids did as they were told and each lined up to enter the portal one-by-one.
As the last droid entered the portal, he walked over to the door and caught a passing droid. “Tell General Grievous that Kroenen has asked for him to be in the Time Portal room in exactly one hour.” With that, he went back to the control panel of the time machine and takes note of the current time. He will have to write it down and remember it for when he returns, only add a hour so when he returns, he can make a dramatic and cool entrance. He typed into the control panel to set it to go off after he went through and the password protection lock to come back up. Only he knew the code, he yet to tell the General that there even was a code, and being Kroenen’ s own personal piece of machinery, the program cannot be hacked by any computer without that system getting hacked as well and loaded with a virus that will infect the entire motherboard. After that, he too made his way through the portal to carry out his plan. The ripple in time sealed up almost immediately after he entered.
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He spent over a year constructing the plans for his new body. It wasn’t really all that much to construct, but he still had to make sure there would be no glitches or ears. And almost everything was quite complex, even for him. But using his natural genius, and lack of needing any rest, food, or drink, he only needed a year to work up the blue prints. It was now where which the droids came in. Using all the equipment he could, plus some snuck off of the villages and towns far away, he managed to build all the parts. Now was just the task of attaching them and removing other parts that they replace.
This operation took some time, considering that he could easily remove a limb without feeling pain or being asleep. In fact, he did most of his operation himself, with minor help from the droids. Upon being completely through with the operations, he still didn’t return back just yet. He needed the time machine, after all. He didn’t set a reopening time for the portal, he’d have to construct a brand new one and enter in the exact location and time, one hour after he first left. Good thing he had all this noted, written, saved and memorized. So for the next decade he spent his time working on new plans, studying the towns and getting to know the future that was now his present. It was quite disturbing… it seems that everything evil, in this case the Sith, was no more. There was no more violence, no more evil, hell, there barely was even a Jedi. They had no use for jedis anymore, peace was throughout the galaxy, evil was a myth. Well, this will soon change with Kroenen around.
It was easy for him to take control of a few towns, keep them on a word of silence of his presence and get everything he needed for building some machines. Sadly though, he’d have to make weapons himself. Being a time of peace, weapons were banned. Even light sabers were a rare find if you met a jedi. But now it was time for a new avatar of evil. Kroenen was happy to apply.
Throughout more then 100 years, he built and he concurred. Oddly enough, most of his armies were living creatures/humans, not machines. Evil may be banned from life, but obviously not from peoples hearts. All he had to promise was power, and they gave in. Three even proved themselves quite useful, and looked up to him as a god. He praised his disciples by making them stronger, more machine. Much more machine. They stayed by his side as powerful allies and guards. It was so easy to rule, there was so very little to stop him. The Jedi Academy even tried requiting and training new jedi, completely unprepared for an evil invasion such as this. Actually, they almost proved successful in bringing him down, but thanks to his newest creation, his newest personal upgrades, and newest and most highly cybernetically advanced guard, he crushed all his enemies. It took many years, battles, and casualties, but he and his army, Fatal Alliance, finally triumphed. Hell, he even made his very own shuttle, one of the largest and highly armored and with greatest setup weaponry to ever make contact with space.
Kroenen couldn’t be happier. All this power was really changing him, he was getting a real good taste for this dominate thing. Being looked upon as God. The power was quite intoxicating. But his fun was done now, he had things to do, back in the past to finish of where he left off. Besides, evidently they didn’t do to well without him, considering that the General and all forms of evil, were eliminated. Could that be his fate as well if he returned? Would he be passing up ruler ship as Lord just to be destroyed? Perhaps. He didn’t care though, he had to return. He, regardless of the large ego the power has gave him, is still a loyal servant to his superiors. In this case, that superior was the General. Besides, its no fun anymore here, he has already concurred this galaxy. If not for that pesky Jedi intruder and spy that never seemed to give up and die, and continually break in and steal highly classified information (mainly his weapon designs and droid blueprints), he would be bored out of his mind. Right now what he did really didn’t matter at all. This is the future. He will be going back to the past. And by doing so, all that he has done will be erased, leaving the future open for a whole new theme.
******* Kroenen stepped up the balcony of his large fortress (or ’compound’ as he liked to call it) and looked down at his followers. Thousands of them, cheering and yelling out in victory and glory at their leader. There were so many more, on different planets, different compounds, but these were all the ones on this current planet. The sky was filled with smoke from all the warfare he had created, the large red nazi flag hung high above and moving with the air. Sure, he stole the flag design from the one on his planet, Earth, but no one would know here, to all they know, it’s a very original and cool flag. Besides, he was a nazi and he wanted to show it somehow, even if he was the only one who knew why the symbols stand for.
His four guards and most loyal men were on the balcony with him. Two on the left, two on the right, and the most advanced, powerful, trusted and loyal one next to him at his side. They were practically equals, but like Kroenen, he was loyal and remember that it was Kroenen who got him where he is today and would die for his Lord…Kroenen.
Kroenen laughed softly at the sight of all the soldiers cheering at him and his greatness. Oh, the ego boost this can create in a guy! Kroenen began to yell out so all could hear his speech, his voice fixed with the help of robotics, deep and what he considers to sound quite evilly, wickedly awesome. The voice was perfect, considering it was machine. Better then what his used to be, you would never guess it was just robotics that were making the voice. “My disciples,” he began, addressing them not by soldiers or men, but as what they truly were to him: disciples. “It has been a long and painful journey to our victory. Fights were fought and lives taken. Blood has covered this land and all others for this moment of triumph. We have all been through hell, but we stand here victorious. All of our enemies have neutralized. You have all served me well.” The crowd bellow cheered out louder at the speech, some firing their weapons in the air. “However, through all this, you have all proved one thing to me:… You’re all weak.” With that, the crowd started to go quite, sounds of dumbfounded questions feeling the air; “what did he say?”; “Huh?”; “whats going on here?” “You have proven to be weak, ignorant fools. I lost so many of you in battles that should have only cost us so little. You’re all pathetic in my eyes. Without me, you are nothing. Failures at everything you can possibly do other then taking a bullet in your head. Qualities as this are not admired. I am leaving you all now to go back to my time, but before I leave…” The crowd stood in shook, almost full silence now as he paused his speech. Kroenen stretched his arms up as though praising some higher force. In each hand was a small detonator, that would go off with just one simple hair touch. “I would like to show you all how grateful I am that you fools helped me. So, as a parting gift, I give to you something that only someone with the deepest of pity for you could give: a quick death. I am saving you all from a lifetime of failure and stupidity.” The crowd are yelled in both anger and fear as others screamed for help and ran to exit gates, but they were are locked and there was no way out. Kroenen pressed the button on the left detonator and a green, thick gas filled the air bellow. The soldiers all began to choke and cough, falling to their news as the killer gas took effect. Then he pressed the button to the right detonator, setting off the bombs he had planted under the ground of the soldiers below. The bombs went off, blowing up all around the area below and killing every last soldier. As some and fire filled the compound, Kroenen and his five guards turned and walks down the large hall behind them calmly, Kroenen in front. Kroenen copied the current time, date and location in his mind, well, the small part that was made cybernetic, anyway. It may only be a small section, but it allows so much. He had this saved in memory in case he ever had to return, which was highly unlikely. He and his men stopped in front of a giant machine that was the time portal, Kroenen ordering one of the men to go fetch a KG-7, his most successful battle droid. When he returned with the KG-7, they are prepared to enter through the time portal as it opened up once Kroenen inserted the memorized destination from long, long ago into the machine, set to return on General’s ship one hour after he left before.
Kroenen steps up to the opening portal, turning to face his henchmen. Points four of them out. “You three are to stay here and follow under Vlasveld’s control. Enjoy your power spree. This is your reward for serving me. You get treated better then the dead fools outside.“ The four selected henchmen nodded, secretly giving each other a thumbs up in tribute to their new titles as ruler. All except for Vlasveld, he held his head down with anger. “Why should that weak fool go? I am stronger then all of them, I should be the one leaving with Lord Kroenen,” Vlasveld thought to himself. But he figured the Lord would rather him stay and rule with his superior strength rather then waist by going back with him. Kroenen turns his attention back to the one henchmen he didn’t select. “You and the KG-7 will follow me into the past. You will then meet MY superior. ”With that, Kroenen offered them to go in first and they did. First the weaker one whom he ordered to come with him, Koriban. Followed by the large KG-7. Then he too steps in, the portal sealing up behind him.
____________________________ OOC: HalfLife has agreed to play the role of Koriban. In the future, I hope to start a RP of what happens while Kroenen rules there in the future. Hopefully, General will play the role of Vlasveld. He is after all, the strongest, most skilled and respected. I wont post the actually entrance of any of them until General posts that he gets my message I gave to the droid and returns with a hour. Then I’ll post the actually introduction of the new Kroenen. Sorry for typos, I wrote this all one handed.
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Post by econdha on Aug 15, 2005 23:36:24 GMT -5
OOC:HalfLife has agreed to play the role of Koriban. In the future, I hope to start a RP of what happens while Kroenen rules there in the future. Hopefully, General will play the role of Vlaveld. He is after all, the strongest, most skilled and respected. I wont power the actually entrance of any of them until General posts that he gets my message I gave to the droid and returns with a hour. Then I’ll post the actually introduction of the new Kroenen. Sorry for typos, I wrote this all one handed. If you're never coming back, what's the point in assigning roles? I want to play someone!
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Aug 16, 2005 5:22:02 GMT -5
Who said... I was never coming back? Im confused.
Im sure I can work something out.
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Post by Still Churchill on Aug 30, 2005 12:48:49 GMT -5
Is there any way I can be added into this?
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Aug 30, 2005 20:17:41 GMT -5
Its possible. You wouldnt be a yautja, y'know. Sith or Jedi?
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Post by Still Churchill on Aug 31, 2005 18:28:52 GMT -5
I know. Sith.
My character would be: Darth Kane;Sith Master: descendant of Darth Maul Age: Unknown Race: Zabrak Eye Color: Red Hair: none has horns. Face has warpaint of Red and Black. Height: 6'2 Weight: 250 Weapon: Staff:Red, Blaster in robe Force powers: Sith lightning Armor: Sith Master robe from KOTOR II
Darth Kane is a Sith Master who fights with a lightsaber and a blaster. He feels that Sith Lightning is sometimes nessecary. The only thing he uses is a force jump,Sith Lightning and a throw. He prefers his lightsaber to prove his skills with a blade.
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Post by Still Churchill on Sept 1, 2005 20:38:41 GMT -5
Kane was flying his personal ship. He saw General Greivous's ship. He accessed the staff Archives. When he got to the ship, which would have the general himself and Colonel Kroenen. He was unexpected surely but hopefully they wouldn't gun him down when he came within docking range.
Kane checked his lightsabers and put them on the sides of the left and right of the cockpit. He charged up his blaster. He soon found he was getting very close to the General's ship. He deactivatedthe weaponry systems As he was nearing the ship he saw the docking bay was closed. He began to type in his profile and sent it into the ship.
:.DARTH KANE SITH MASTER.: :.REQUESTING PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD.:
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Post by econdha on Nov 17, 2005 19:03:58 GMT -5
The Invisible Hand fled into the inky starscape. Someone opened the com. "STOP. GENERAL, DO NOT GO TO LIGHTSPEED." Jashara felt her throat constrict. She was forced to her knees by a hand which wasn't there. Her arms were wrenched behind her back. Into her line of vision stepped Matthus. None of her techs seemed to notice him standing on the bridge screaming for help. Nautolans were particularly vulnerable to Force mind control. Due, not to weak minds, but physiology. She herself was having difficulty fighting the impression that 'Everything is fine I want to sit on my knees for awhile.' It took everything she had just to realize that he wasn't getting what he needed from the General. His attention snapped to her, the urge to please him became overwhelming. He grabbed her arm, jerking her to her feet and down the length of the bridge. "Captain?" Her second asked, his blindness to the Sith not extending to her unexplained departure. "Don't come after me. The second the shuttle leaves the bay I want you in hyperspace. I'll cover the cost of the shuttle. My personal funds belong to the fleet now." She stumbled along to the shuttle bay, tripping over Matthus' shorter stride and her own haze mis-directed feet. When he stopped, she settled to her knees. The Sith gaped at her in utter incomprehension. Then, realizing what he'd done, waved his hand befor her face and the compunction to kneel disappeared. The shuttle left the bay and Jashara stared out the port, watching her fleet turn and run for open space. The 3 ships jumped to lighspeed. Matthus kept his eyes forward, on the Invisible Hand. "The one in the trenchcoat...is he vengeful?" She didn't turn her eyes from the constellation her life had disappeared into. Matthus barked a laugh.
Don't hate me for posting so late. I was given Orders.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 19, 2005 12:13:00 GMT -5
(Dont know if we are reawakening this or if anybody still comes to it but.)
Matthus looked out towards the Invisible Hand, "Now what where you telling the General? He seems smart enough to know what to do." Matthus then looked to the side of the Invisible hand.His black leather glove constricted his hand as he balled it up. he hit it on the wall and as it was impowered with the force he dented it.
He looked at Jashara, he didnt know if she had watched but he would tell her why the sudden anger. "Darth Kane is coming, i thought i had killed him long before. He disgraces the sith. Did you know he uses a Blaster Pistol. He doesnt even know what it is to Master the force." He walked around the ship, pacing, tring to figure out what he wanted to do.
"Plot a course right to him."
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Post by The General on Nov 22, 2005 18:18:57 GMT -5
Grievous did not pause once. His orders were swift and concise, each one rattling out one after another. All around him the units on the ship bustled about, making repairs to the hull and otherwise, patching up damaged maitenance systems. His little run in with the other ships had left the Invisible Hand in a rather poor state, one of which, he wasn't too dissapointed with. He had been able to force three enemy ships to hold their fire, and at the same time, keep his ship inact.
Right now, he had larger things to attend to. At first he ignored the continuous hail that barraged his sensors, his mind racing over the differant possibilities of what was about to happen. Finally he wrenched around, wrapping his claws around the neck of one of the less fortunate droids. Although it caused no pain, the droids threat sensors went into override, causing it to clutch Grievous' hand as though it were truelly being strangled.
"Answer the message, be it friend, allow them to dock, be it foe, wipe them all out." He snarled, releasing the droid to clatter to the ground. Without a word, itcrambled towards the bridge, ready to answer the message.
Grievous however, headed in a differant direction, hands clutched behind his back...
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He had gotten the message as soon as he returned...a message from the Colonel. Apparently what he had planned, had succeeded, and his intentions were to know return to the ship. Typically Grievous would have introduced a more lavish welcome, and yet at the moment, he was unable to. Any extra droids he had were bustling to achieve their tasks before they faced the General's wrath.
Standing slouched as usual, Grievous waited patiently at the vortex, eager to hear the news from the Colonel...
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Post by econdha on Nov 24, 2005 3:36:28 GMT -5
Red, you can't just take me off with you, KIDNAPPER!!! I'm BEING KIDNAPPED!
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 24, 2005 10:50:20 GMT -5
(No no, im going to destroy him then go back to the General.)
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Post by SwiftBlade on Nov 27, 2005 22:33:28 GMT -5
ooc: It's everyone's favorite jedi (to hunt), how bout we get this rp going again.
Askim opened his eyes. Yawning, he muttered, "Nothing like a power nap." Remembering that his arms were still strapped to the wall, he growled as he continued to pull at it with no results. If he used his force push, Buitre would get sent through the wall. However, this gave him and idea. Using his upper body strength, he gritted his teeth from the strain, Askim forced his entire body above his hands. Next, he began to slowly twist his hands in their restraints. Feeling the metal begin to rub against his skin, he began to move slower hoping he would not cut it. Askim's wrist stung as he finally rotated his hands so his palms faced the wall. His face was now red from holding himself against the wall like this, but it no longer matter. Opening his palm, he yelled in frustration as he used his force push against the wall.
More more more! Askim thought, putting all his current energy into this one push, and it was for a good cause. The force against the wall was to much, Askim was flung away from the wall breaking the restraints and all. Landing in front of Buitre, he moaned in pain. His head pulsed from that stunt. Best not to do THAT again. He thought. His wrists were red, stinging with pain as well. However, he wasn't going to stop there. Breaking from his restraints probably set off an alarm of some sort, so he used a weak force push to send him into the air and onto the ceiling. Stretching his arms and legs out, he forced himself to remain against the ceiling. Now he must play the waiting game.
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Post by Masurao on Nov 28, 2005 14:43:42 GMT -5
((My goodness, this RPG pulled a Kroenen and came back from the dead! Who am I to complain?))
Maybe Buitre should have asked for a different cell-mate…
When the Jedi had begun to contort his body upwards – for whatever the reason –, she did not question him. When he had begun to strain against the wall, as if trying to pry himself from the binds, she did not question him. When an unnatural force that sucked the very breath out of her lungs seemed to have pushed the Jedi to land at her feet…well, she didn’t question him either.
Best leave the crazy attempts to the crazy people.
Speaking of irrational actions, what the hell was he trying to accomplish on the ceiling? He didn’t even display the most minimal courtesy to release her too. So much for chivalry…
“Why –?” Buitre started, but held her own tongue. No, no reason to break the continuity now. Why disrupt the pattern? She didn’t ask before and she wasn’t going to ask now. Who knows, this may turn out to be a source of entertainment soon.
As if on cue with her thoughts, the cell entrance opened with a loud hiss, letting in a stream of bright light that blinded Buitre for a few moments. When her eyesight grew accustomed to the luminosity, she looked up and stared at three battle droids in front of her.
The one in the center with a red streak across its chest walked forward a few steps, then stopped, checking the damage the Jedi had left behind.
“Number of captives assigned to detention chamber C-19?” The droid queried to its comrades.
The one on the left responded. “Latest update indicated two captives assigned. One female human – Junk Dealer. One male human – Jedi.”
“Current number of captives?”
The droid held its finger up and began to count. First at Buitre, “One…” Then pointed to where the Jedi was supposed to be, but since there was no one there, it stumbled with what to say. It pointed back to Buitre. “Uh, one…”
These guys were either outmoded or in serious need of an A.I. upgrade. A pocket calculator would have come up with a much more accurate solution in 1/1,000 of the time they took to figure it out. That’s what usually happened with battle droids; they were designed to obey orders, not think for themselves.
Finally, the little droid figured out the mishap. “Uh…The Jedi’s missing.”
The leaders on the group nodded and turned towards Buitre, its weapon raised. “You, where’s the location of the Jedi?”
A paper clip was more intimidating.
“Hell if I know…” She lied.
Just look up, you idiots. Seriously.
The droid, obviously not satisfied with the answer, approached her and pressed the end of its weapon under Buitre’s jaw.
“The location of the Jedi.” It didn’t sound as if it would take another smart comment.
Buitre’s breath began to pace. She’d rather be facing the paper clip right about now. “Uh…Whenever you want to, Jedi…” If he was going to do something, anything, now was the right time to do it.
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Post by SwiftBlade on Nov 28, 2005 22:14:02 GMT -5
Askim suddenly let himself fall to the ground. Silently landing with a slight force boost, he amplified a punch by the force and sent his fist flying through the droid's chest. Ripping out of it he used its still standing body to come up and kick the other droid's head off.
"Huh?" The third droid said, the one with the gun to Buitre's head, as it turned around to see a pair of feet fly into its face.
Askim grinned, reaching over he forced the restraints away on Buitre, with a grin he said, "Told ya you'd make it out of this!" his tone was absent minded, much like a child, "You'd best grab a couple guns." With a shrug, he leaned against the cell waiting for her to move.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 28, 2005 23:31:44 GMT -5
A howling gust of wind and loose electric currents flowed through the rooms interior as the tear through time and space began to open in within Kroenen’s machine. Out of the now sparking portal comes forth the large, metal frame of the KG-7. Built solely for the purposes of war and destruction, the KG-7 is best used against Jedi, as they are his primary target and he is exceptionally more skilled in the Jedi techniques, making him a Jedi’s worst enemy, besides the creator himself, of course. The machine stepped out of the portal completely, the long lens that circled the frame of his head lighting up and glowing a bright crimson red. The large machine stepped up over toward Grievous, its three sets of arms getting in a more defensive positions, the middle set aimed toward him, the large flatted palms covered in barrels like gatlin guns. The machines design was pretty plain, obviously not made for looks. The machine stopped in front of Grievous, having to lean down slightly to get a more face-to-face stance, due to the fact that he towered even above him. The red beam that circled his head through the lens moved and shrunk, getting down to the size of a small diamond as it looked down on the smaller metalitic being with what looked like one red laser of a Cyclops eye. “Specimen positively identified as General Grievous, commanding officer of the droid army.” The machines voice had little to no human tone, emitting a small static buzz as it was transferred through cybernetic voice boxes. The diamond laser in his eye lens turned to the side and spread out to fill in the whole long lens that circled its head, which allowed it to view from all angles. The machine backed up and kneed, planting its large hands on the cold floor of the ship to show that it meant no harm. The next to step forth out of the portal was Koriban, one of Colonel’s right hand men. Coated in a thick black plate of Armour from head to toe, and a large concealed staff weapon mounted on his back. While in battle, he may not be the deadliest or toughest, but with his skills in Agita, he uses the essence of fear in his advantage. Studying the arts of fright, Koriban has the unique Agita ability to bring ones worst fears to life. The illusionist of battle, as it wore. Why battle enemies when you can mess with their heads and get them to kill each other? The specially designed eye lens attached to his gasmask enables him to view in all times of battle: night or day, all the same to him. And more importantly, keeps him protected from his own illusions. Regardless of how blind he may appear, due to the dark plate over the lens that shows no signs of enabling view, it would take a fool to fall for such a petty trick. The key to his defeat is in the eyes, for he gave all his time practicing on using the fright of Agita, rather then learning how to defend against it. Koriban stepped forward toward the two machines, obviously recognizing the KG-7 but not the other machine creature it was kneeling upon. Though he knew it must’ve been ally, or else the KG-7 would’ve torn it apart. Crossing his arms across his heavily armored chest, Koriban took place on the opposite side of the KG-7, bowing his head slightly in a friendly gesture, despite his doubt on this creature’s superior power. Finally, the last of the three steps through the portal, the clanking of his steel-toed boots echoing through the room. Once his long silver cybernetic tail exited the portal, it seals up, the gust of wind calming back down and the loose electric current coming down to a stop. Dressed in a black jacket, shirt and pants, he still looked basically the same as last time, except a little taller and bigger, and without his trench coat. The new version of his gasmask gave out more of a sinister look than last time which just had round lens. Even a new hat design to go with it. The most distinguished difference would have to be his new voice. While before it was done through a built in voice box that made it sound robotic, the new one sounds human. No static, no buzz, just a deep, majestic voice. Kroenen stepped over between Koriban and the KG-7, planting his clawed hand down on the machine’s giant shoulder. He took a deep breath, his eye lens glowing a bright red for a moment as he processed a memory check. Sure, to the General, his memory of him would be fresh, but Korenen hasn’t seen him in more than a century of time. His eyes return to normal, and in return his eye lens also went back to their normal black color. “General,” Kroenen started, bowing his head down in greeting. “It is a pleasure to see you again… alive. Could you be so kind as to fill me in on anything I might have miss, even though I’ve only been gone for a short amount of time to you?” “I sense a JedI.” Buzzed the KG-7, which immediately took stand and shoved past General and headed for the door, his walking quickly turning into a run. “What the fuck?” Was all Kroenen to say as his machine ran off without even being told. God he hated that about him. He had too good of a AI, he thought on his own too much. But that is what made him such a great killing machine. Kroenen bowed his head again at the General. “Im terribly sorry about that, I forgot to program him with any manners.” He turned to face Koriban, whom had already drawn out his bladed staff. “Koriban, go see to it that he returns without blowing up half of the ship.” _______________ OOC: Ok, here, I tossed this together as quick as I could given the little time I seem to have here on the pc lately. Anyway, I’ll be taking the role of, you guessed it, Kroenen! Oh, and the KG-7. Koriban will be played by: HalfLife. Koriban image: i11.photobucket.com/albums/a167/beast_images/RCSMJ12_P.jpgKroenen images: Without gasmask i11.photobucket.com/albums/a167/beast_images/newkroenen.jpgWith gasmask: i11.photobucket.com/albums/a167/beast_images/Picture00.jpgNOTE! I accidentally got the wrong picture, just remember that he does NOT have that puff around the shoulders! Ripping off picture: i11.photobucket.com/albums/a167/beast_images/UFOCustoms_tocome_Beelzemon.jpgYep, that’s what Kroenen looks like, neck down, anyway. Oh, and without the puffy thing. And the large gun hostlers. Kroenen just his one gun holster, and that’s for his Luger. He has a couple a knive sheaths, for daggers. And of course, two longer ones on each leg that hold his trademark blades. KG-7 images: None yet, sorry.
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Post by Spooky on Nov 28, 2005 23:34:31 GMT -5
((Kroenen, thats what's called a Digimon Character.))
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