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Post by Dragus on May 5, 2013 8:57:47 GMT -8
Oh sithspit! You've been made, Draggy. Think fast!
"Uh, no you don't. Thessse aren't the droidsss you're looking for." He waved his hand in front of Cassel's face. "Move along."
Genius.
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Cassel Lockpick
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 5, 2013 12:21:25 GMT -8
Cassel frowned deeply. A look of puzzlement came across his face, and he shrugged. Not feeling like Obi-Wan had just mind-tricked him, he continued. He went back to his cheery disposition, and smiled at Dragus.
"It's okay, Dragus! I don't mind. Obviously you're not trying to kill anymore, so I don't mind. I don't really hold grudges. Especially since we're friends now, right? And while you're not as awesome as my old friends Ichitarr and Net H'kik, I guess you're pretty interesting enough. Het was a Jawa, and he was a Sith too! Crazy, I know? But we really had fun. Maybe we can go to Ord Mantell one day and--"
Cassel suddenly went cross-eyed and shook his head furiously, his topknot flying around wildly until he stopped.
"Oops. Sorry. Guess we can't go to Ord Mantell...It was fun though. We played Fort in the junk!"
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 5, 2013 18:14:59 GMT -8
Despite his best efforts, Dragus was still recognized. It was only a matter of time once he revealed his true name. Fortunately Cassel didn't seem too perturbed about the last time they met. He sure did like to talk. Rambling on, blathering really. What the hell is he saying? Something about Ord Mantell? Oh for the love of ewoks, he just doesn't stop. Blah blah blah.
There was a loud 'clap' as the Sith swiftly brought his hands together in a single motion. He snapped his fingers twice, trying to get the Imp's attention.
"Casssel, focusss. Thisss one iz glad there are no hard feelingz, but if you don't ssstop talking, I may have to eat you."
There he was thinking about food again. Where did that Mon Calamari go? I wonder what they taste like. Wait, now you're rambling too, only in your mind. Oh God! Is this how it starts? Whatever it is that Cassel has, it's bloody well infectious. Snap out of it. Ewoks, ewoks, ewoks, ewoks... He let out a sigh. That's better.
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Post by Ayeniner on May 5, 2013 22:43:09 GMT -8
Ayeniner wheeled into the transport, and was heading to the very back of the passenger compartment. He'd be safe from all of the nutters and maniacs back there. He then swivelled his head as the overgrown iguana was talking to him. He looked at the cupboard. It did look mighty inviting, and safe. Like his very own spaceship and...
No, wait, that was Dragus trying to assert authority over Ayeniner after his miserable defeat at the hands of the God-Droid in the cantina. Ayeniner had studied organics in-depth, and knew when their ego was bruised. He had an idea.
"Looks inviting, Nessy. Though there's something missing...."
Ayeniner went to the closet and pretended to examine it. Such a small space couldn't fit anything else in anyway. "Oh... that's what it is. How could I have missed it? Your mom is not in there, not naked and not rubbing oil all over me. Maybe next time!"
Ayeniner backed out of hitting distance and giggled a small girl's giggle.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 6, 2013 5:20:12 GMT -8
Hopping onto the transport third in line the pink covered Balosar sat down in a rather plus seat beside a window. He was sacrificing valuable leg room for the scenic side but he how often do you get a lift from a shard in a medical vehicle without inertial dampeners?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 6, 2013 9:53:37 GMT -8
Pawn boarded the transport quietly, found a seat near the front, and strapped himself in. He was mildly bored at the moment, but he knew things were just picking up steam, and waited patiently for the fun to start. He did his best to tune out the ramblings of his fellow compatriots, or at least their conversation. He did make a note of where each person sat and wondered at the small group gathered at the back of the transport.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 19:11:50 GMT -8
Well, it looked like everyone was in. Eralam sealed the hatch (anyone who wasn't but still wants to come along can assume that they went in automatically if they would like) and fired up the turbolifts. The shuttle rose gracefully off the ground until it reached 50 meters in height.
Ladies and Gentlemen, if you haven't already taken your seats, well, I hope you all filled out your organ donor cards.
And with that, the shuttle's massively overpowered engines kicked in, launching the shuttle like a bullet fired out of a gun. In the blink of an eye, the shuttle had gone from a standing hover to almost two thousand kilometers an hour. Within seconds it was hypersonic and still accelerating. The old Shard knew that the mechanics would chew him out for putting the thing under so much stress, but he wasn't unduly worried. The shuttles were heavily modified, to the point that they were pretty much useless in space. They were exceedingly capable of high speed atmospheric flight, however.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 8, 2013 5:13:03 GMT -8
Following the atromech's rebuke, Dragus had taken to sitting quietly, closing his slitted eyes as he drifted off to dream land. It wasn't hard. All you had to do was count ewoks. One ewok jumping over a fence, two ewoks jumping over a fence, three ewoks jumping....zzzzzzz. The Sith snored loudly, little plumes of steam puffing from his nostrils with every exhalation. A bead of drool dripped from his snout, pooling at his chin before depositing on his robe. It would have been a pleasant enough nap, were it not for Eralam's reckless flying.
Dragus stirred from his sleep, jostled awake as the ship continued to rapidly accelerate. He looked down at his chair and quickly wrestled with his seat belt, strapping himself in with as much cord as the belt would allow.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 8, 2013 7:53:47 GMT -8
Pawn grinned inspite of himself, it had been a long time since any had used inertia against him. He was now quite glad that he had strapped himself in, and chosen to sit in the front of shuttle. Pawn was sorely tempted toss a small explosive into the aisle, but was, for the moment, quite plastered to the back of his seat and unable to even move his arm. Though he knew this would change as his body caught up to the shuttles inertia. Pawn did hope the shard didn't decelerate as quickly as he accelerated as it would likly strain several joints and probably give the organic beings a case of whiplash. Pawn only hopped the destination would be as interesting as the trip.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 8, 2013 9:51:56 GMT -8
One second he was sitting there listening to the banter of his new found comrades, the next thing he was plastered against his seat his face looking like a pile of Jello. As the zoomed through the air faster and faster he watched through the corner of his closed eyes; how the fuck he did that I dont know, he looked out one of the windows that had no doubt been reinforced and shit so they wouldnt die a terrible excruciating death If he could talk right now, or make any noise it would one of him cheering out in glee to hide his pants shitting terror as he saw the city turn into clouds, turn into stuff and such on its way to space.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 18:46:58 GMT -8
Eralam throws the shuttle into tight bank, pulling at least 12 Gs as they come back around towards the original direction of travel. The Shard is quite unaffected by the massive increase in force, but he can't help but giggle a little knowing that his passengers won't be quite as well off.
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Cassel Lockpick
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 16, 2013 15:07:18 GMT -8
Cassel seemed a bit disappointed at how Dragus decided he might eat Cassel, so he tried to explain that he had been in a situation like that before.
"Actually I was licked by a Rancor once. He said I was a bit too tough for his liking, and assured me I would not be appetizing to any species, unless they liked a bunch of bones with hardly any meat? I suppose its a good source of calcium...Can you even get calcium from eating bones? I've heard of cultures that boil the flesh right off people, and make use of the bones! They grind them up and put them in stew. It's supposed to be very nutritious.... I like my Endorian chicken wing meat, but not sure how I'd like the bones in a soup or stew.
The ride had started to get a little boring, even as the ship banked, causing Cassel's topknot to slap Dragus in the face. He frowned, and humphed as best he could, despite the g forces pushing his little lungs past his spine. So he did what any reasonable and utterly bored...whatever he was would do. He used the Force. Unstrapping himself, he stood up on the ground, keeping himself from flying into a wall, and stay upright, with the Force. He waved to several of the other passengers, and while his topknot batted around wildly, he sauntered towards the cockpit of the ship, when the ship suddenly banked again, and Cassel lost his footing. His eyes widened in surprise as he flew into a wall with a thud.* *Taking a few moments to recover as he slid across the sides of the ship, Cassel slowly picked himself back up again, regaining his concentration and standing upright, on the wall. He gestured with his hands to everyone that he was okay, and continued his slow but determined walk to the cockpit of the ship, where he reached at a corner with his short arms and held on, and pulled himself close so that Eralam could hear him a bit better. His many pouches clung perilously to the straps he had on for dear life.
"Hullo! It's nice to see you again! I was wondering when the in-flight movie would start? It's getting a bit boring back there, and I think everyone is beginning to think the same thing! I can do a few magic tricks, but with the G's your pulling my cards will fly everywhere!"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 11:30:53 GMT -8
Eralam didn't respond to the pint-sized nuisance. Instead, he sent the shuttle into a near vertical dive. The ground rushed towards them at a terrifying pace. The Shard waited until the very last moment to pull up. Instead of smacking into the ground, the slid along until crashing headlong into a massively reinforced structure, one that was clearly designed to take impacts like this. It was the armory. They had arrived.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 25, 2013 14:17:18 GMT -8
That was the longest short ride he had ever been on. As Bat tried to move his arms to unbuckle himself he found that he was quite stuck. It seems that the trip had caused his body to become lodged in the seat, somehow breaking where he was sitting and pushing him back without his knowledge. Squirming his way out of the hole like an animal being born he looked around at his fellow would be shit disturbers. ALRIGHTY THEN!
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 26, 2013 11:24:50 GMT -8
Anyone who recalls this moment in their adventures with Cassel will always swear that it happened like this...*
*When the ship suddenly went into a dive, a thought went through his head. "Maybe I should have stayed in my seat?" This thought was immediately left his mind when the ship pulled back up. His knuckles were bone white. Cas looked at them, curious as to how long it had taken them to turn that way. He was about to take a closer look, when all of a sudden the ship came to a sudden stop. Cassel, not being in any kind of harness, went flying forward. He impacted the cockpit's viewport and shattered the incredibly strong glass-like material, and kept flying. Cassel got dizzy as he spun in the air. He had only a few moments to stop himself, or he might die! Well this was not the way Cassel had envisioned himself dying. In fact, he wanted to die in a way almost completely opposite to this. Maybe with fireworks at the end. Not to celebrate his passing...well not exactly to not celebrate his passing either...Well now Cassel was confused about the use of fireworks with his death now. Maybe he should just stick to blowing up a sun. Now many people do that when they die.* *It was right after this thought that Cassel realized he was still in the air. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the little fellow maneuvered himself into a ball, and slowed himself down a bit with the Force. And by a bit, it is implied a lot. Nevertheless he hit the ground pretty hard. The first time he hit it, he bounced, and went back up into the air. He slowly uncurled himself, dazed and confused once more about the physics of how he had bounced, and realized he was in pain. Cassel blinked, and hit the ground again, but did not bounce. Instead, he slid several dozen feet his arms and legs spread out as if he were making a snow angel. Cassel just stayed there, laying on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 29, 2013 7:32:12 GMT -8
Pawn woke with a start, as his body was flung forward against the restraints, having passed out briefly during the high-G trip. When the vehicle finally came to a stop, Pawn carefully tested the restraints buckles, and was pleased to find that they hadn't jammed. Climbing carefully out of his seat, and stretching his stiff muscles, returning normal blood flow to his otherwise unharmed extremities. His shoulders and hips would be sore, where the straps had chaffed against him, struggling to hold him in his seat, but he had suffered no serious injuries, yet. Stepping carefully out into the isle, I begin my transit towards the rear of the vehicle.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 29, 2013 13:31:54 GMT -8
Stifling a yawn, the black scaled barabel unsecured his tail from the seat and got up on his talon tipped feet. He walked off the shuttle with his arms folded over his chest, head down as he tried to look nonchalant. His hands were still a little shaky. Eralam's flying will do that to you. After entering the armory he went about his mission, collecting various pieces of equipment he felt would be of use. Despite it being an armory, weapons were the things he seemed to avoid the most, except for the occasional explosive or ammunition package.
He wasn't interested in their capacity for destruction so much as their alchemical potential. Black powder, for instance, was quite useful for a number of concoctions. It could also be used to field cauterize a wound, though he was hardly the team's doctor. In fact, if anyone fell ill or was to succumb to their injuries, he'd probably just eat them. This was as motley a crew as could be found and he highly doubted any of them would be missed if they disappeared.
In about ten minutes of searching he had accrued a satchel of needed materials. He even found a miniature geological compressor, which made sense since their benefactor was a Iron Knight. Bringing all the necessary items over to a work table at one end of the shop, probably used for weapons assembly, he began to set up. Fizzling cracks and pops could be heard from the plasma torch he held in one hand and the hydrospanner he held in the other.
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Cassel Lockpick
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 31, 2013 15:28:39 GMT -8
Cassel popped up besides Dragus. How did he do that!? What did it take to kill this little guy? Cassel's eyes went wide like an Ewok that had just discovered fire as he watched Dragus work. His fingers moved around, as if readying to take something. He looked down and scolded them for even thinking about messing with unknown science. Nevertheless Cassel pocketed a few power cells that were a greenish glow. He had never seen green power cells. Not intentionally trying to spook Dragus while he worked, Cassel suddenly began talking.
"WHATCHA DOIN'?!"
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 31, 2013 19:41:26 GMT -8
Pawn moved through the armoury, looking for a specific weapon. After a few halls of expolsives and large weapons that really should all be mounted not carried by any sentient, at least not one smaller than a wookie, he finally found a room dedicated to melee weapons, a few minuets later, he found what he was looking for. A vibro-rapier, made of durasteel, but otherwise functional enough. Looking around he found a short sword, a long dagger really, made of a phrik-chromium alloy if the label was to be believed. Perhaps it would serve his purposes... Until he could recover his own weapons, which he'd left on his personal ship back at the spaceport. Then he wandered around looking through the vast arsenal for any other ... intriguing bits of tech.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 7:34:29 GMT -8
What Eralam calls the armory is actually a collection of weapons that any museum would go to war over. He had been curating the collection for a few thousand years now. There are literally tens of thousands of different weapons, armors, and other destructive curiosities, some worth more than the GDP of entire star systems. All of them are functional, and though the most expensive ones are locked away, this motley gang of warriors and assholes would find whatever they needed.
Blades of all shapes and sizes, meant for everything from Ewoks to rancors.
Every production model of slugthrower made since the collection was started, and quite a few custom pieces.
Blasters, ion weapons, everything from holdout blasters on up to artillery pieces.
Detonite. Baradium. Literally thousands of carefully stored and stabilized chemicals that any alchemist or sapper would find endlessly useful.
They would find what they needed. They would find what they wanted. And if they wanted to take a little extra, well, Eralam wouldn't mind. He had plenty.
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