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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 16, 2024 19:50:43 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu let the Yuuzhan Vong take the lead in heading back to the village. He was starting to come down from the various natural chemicals that had flooded his body for the fight and was definitely feeling more used and abused than he had realize. Fortunately, all he had to do was walk in a mostly straight line. Even given the jungle terrain, he could manage that.
-Zotu The high roads aren't safe, there are predators that lurk up there as well, but are above most of the bigger beasts. And it avoids much of the clutter and tangle of the ground foliage.
He pauses for a moment as he navigated a particularly thick clump of the previously mentioned foliage.
-Zotu As for bugs, it depends a lot on the season and specific island you are on. I'm not personally familiar with this specific island. I'm not sure if anyone is. But I can check to see if it has anything in the records. On the other hand, such thing rarely bother my people much. Our scales are too fine to be any protection against crafted weapons or large beasts. But we are all but immune to the pests that plague softskins.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 10, 2024 21:43:36 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The A4 droid ignored the orders given by the Yuuzhan Vong woman. It was, like every other droid on the ship, more an extension of the Tempest itself. It was not a self controlled platform. And the ship didn't take orders from what it saw as passengers. It did, however, assist with the more standard medical proceedings going on with removing, and then stabilizing the extremely heavily damaged limb.
Mary was not in the best frame of mind as she came back awake to see her now disconnected hand being waved in her face, to be quickly replaced by some kind of claw thing and most of a mechanical arm. Looking down to her left, she noticed that her missing arm had been neatly removed at the shoulder. This did nothing to improve her mood. While the claw thing was at least the correct amount of limb, the mechanical option ended at about the elbow. This meant she would either have one extremely short arm, or a monster claw. Neither was something Mary felt like dealing with in her currently battered state.
-Mary That depends, which one do you plan on having me beat you with? I swear, I take one little nap and you lot start pulling pieces off.
Luckily for her two 'doctors' the bed's automated systems were also helping with bandaging and sealing the various wounds. Unfortunately, the Tempest didn't have enough bacta to fill the tank, let alone enough to regrow her arm. Mary also wasn't sure who the rest of the people standing around her were. It seems they had picked up a few more strays.
-Mary For now, just patch me up, I can worry about possible replacements when I am back on my feet.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 3, 2024 7:55:38 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu chuckled as well, he felt much how the other man looked.
-Zotu I admit, I'm a bit older than most of the Rakata you will see trying that stunt. Even ignoring my time spend in a box.
He paused for a moment to groan and stretch.
-Zotu Perhaps a little too old for it in fact. But such tactics aren't uncommon for my people. We grew here. We know these trees and shores. As well as how to hunt them. I am also over dressed for such a hunt.
His uniform, rather crisp and neat to start with, now had several new holes, some mud and sap stains, and a rather lot amount of blood splattered across it.
-Zotu I had hoped the vine would have held a bit longer, but I suppose that is what you get when you have to scavenger quickly instead of taking your time to gather the best possible. So do we head straight back? Or do we stick around to watch these fine lads carry our dinner back?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 25, 2024 6:52:21 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
There was a horrible boom, and then the beast went limp below him. Zotu managed to hold on as the beast sprawled to the ground, either dead or stunned. Zotu didn't know which, and wasn't taking any chances. Once again with stable footing he lined his knife up with the trench he had been carving into the beast's back, with one last mighty thrust that painted him in gore up to his elbow, he sunk the blade (and a good part of his forearm) into the back of the creature's neck. He felt the spine sever below his blade. Now, he was certain.
Working his arm and knife free from the wound. Zotu staggered up to the front of the beast. The creature's hands were spread out in front of what was left of the head, clasped in one of them was Sarazen. Moving quickly, he set to work cutting the tendons of that hand with his knife. The work was much easier both from the outside, and with a modern weapon. Soon enough, the grip relaxed completely.
-Zotu (in Yuuzhan vong) You still breathing?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 25, 2024 6:28:35 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The Tempest watched as its owner was carried back to it. It noted, it is own special way, the damage readouts coming from her suit monitors. Even as the front ramp extended, the ship's medical bay was lighting up and whirring to life. The A4 unit stepped free from its docking station and hurried to stand by the automated medical bed installed there. Once it reached its position, it froze in place, like a puppet waiting for its next order. The group didn't appear to be under immediate threat, so Tempest kept the engines on standby. Ready to move quickly if needed, but not wasting fuel and power in the mean time. With everything as ready as it could be, the Tempest waited. Waited and wondered about the new people returning with it's mistress.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 12, 2024 21:14:09 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu felt his bones vibrate as the beast below him roared. Though whether it was pain or rage he wasn't sure. There was a deep THRUM sound for a worrying moment, then a whip crack pop. Zotu looked up just in time to duck slightly, as the snapped end of his vine whipped across his dome line forehead, drawing a deep gash. Somewhat stunned from the hit, and much less stable without the bracing from the vine, Zotu held on with desperate strength.
The Bull, driven by the combined pain of the assault below, managed to snap the vine holding its arms pinned. It was still somewhat disoriented from the sudden lashing of pain from both below and above, but it could see the targets below. It reached out for the nearest target.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 25, 2024 19:06:38 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
It had been a long while since he had been hunting in the bush like this, but it was an old skill, one from more than a lifetime ago. And one that he did occasionally like to refresh. As the Yuuzhan'avi spread out through the jungle, he quickly ascended a nearby tree, the claws in his fingertips digging into the soft wood for a firm grip. Within moments, he was up in the branches. Up in the high paths as his people used to call such primitive travel. He had to go slower than he would have liked however, or he would have left his company behind. The branches in the first canopy level were dense enough to allow reliable travel, but it was still far less cluttered and restricted than the floor. In the second canopy, a person could make even better time, but there were gaps and weak spots that could make such travel dangerous in its own right.
From his vantage point, he saw the ridge of back spines first. Of course they had a bull, not just some regular cow. Still, the creature wasn't invulnerable. If his spear was more firm, he would have jumped from above. The distance from where he was to the creature's back wasn't far. In fact, it could probably reach him if it noticed him too soon. And a firm spear planted in its back would keep him out of its grasp while he went to work with his knife to bleed the beast out. With the whippy nature of the weapon he had though, the bucking of the beast would likely fling him off like a hook from a fishing rod. That thought gave him an idea, and he set to work as he waited for his hosts to catch up.
He secured the last knot of his hastily gathered vine as the beast roared, likely noticing one of the villages. Time to give it something else to focus on. His run to above the beast was silent, but he let out the shrieking of his species as he dropped onto the Bull's back. The spear was planted deeply by his impact, hopefully deeply enough. While it stole much of his speed, it didn't stop his fall. A long strand of vine trailed out behind him, connected at the other end to the spear now anchored in the Bull. As the creature reared back in reaction to the pain of the thrust, Zotu suddenly became the weigh on the end of a pendulum. The vine pulled as tight as a wire and hummed under the sudden strain, but it had been well chosen. As the creature's arms rose in the direction of the pain, the vine swung across them, pinning them tight against the creature's upper chest. As the arc finished, Zotu looped a prepared knot over the spear already anchored in the creature.
Zotu was now firmly anchored to the creature's back, and as a bonus the beast's arms were pinned. While it was still far from helpless, that would reduce the risk to everyone hunting the beast. With a flourish, Zotu pulls out the oversize belt knife he kept as his side arm and began hacking into the bull. With something like this, it would be more like digging a trench than stabbing into anything vital. It would be messy and time consuming, but he would also hopefully have help shortly. He really hoped this one wasn't smart enough to try and scrape him off on a nearby tree.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 21, 2024 22:46:07 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
The rodent's voice was surprisingly clear through the haze, but that didn't last long. There seemed to be a lot more people standing around her than there should be. They didn't seem particularly threatening, but they might also be hallucinations. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that happened. One thing she did know, however, was that the threat wasn't fully dealt with. They were in some kind of cave or structure now. But she could hear it wallowing closer. She set her hat back down in her now empty lap, and slowly turned her head.
There it was. It was still outside, but within sight and working its way closer. Its two remaining eyes burned with a hatred that did much to cut through the fog in her head. She wasn't in physical shape to fight it. But no one else seemed willing or able to finish the beast off either. This was going to suck. Taking a moment to steel herself against something she knew was going to hurt like the blazes, she raised an arm to point at the beast. To another, it might seem she was pointing out a threat. In truth, she was getting her most powerful, but also most dangerous weapon ready.
With tremendous focus, she aimed her finger and released her will. A lance of pure, shredding force erupted from her extended finger. The ground between her and her target cracked and buckled like some great spiked weight had been roughly dragged across it, and the lance of telekinetic force buried itself into the oncoming beast. A large portion of its head exploded under the impact of the wild, uncontrolled release of Force powers.
That wasn't the only effect though, as she tapped so deeply into the force, the left side of her face exploded in pain. The decades old wound, the old infection she had caught from a scrape of jagged rock deep in the bowels of coruscant reacted. Mary's world dissolved in pain as the infection began to eat once again into her face and skull. A rush of fresh blood began to leak from under her mask as she passed out.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 15, 2024 8:12:22 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu took a moment to test the balance of the weapon. It was more front heavy than he was used to, likely an effect of using bone rather than the correct native woods. That would make aiming a strike slightly more difficult. The flexibility of the material also meant the weapon couldn't be braced properly to take a charge from some of the larger beasties in the wilds or to club some of the smaller ones into submission with the same force.
-Zotu I can in fact make a spear. In my time, doing such as part of a ritual hunt was part of being accepted as an adult. And the black crystals you use are what we used even then, they are surprisingly common here, though I have found them less so on other worlds. As for the haft, I will show you what type of wood to use later. It is a type of creeper vine that grows along the ground, not a tree that must bend with the storms. They often need to be straightened for use, but they won't break or bend under the charge of even the most vicious beast. But later, after dinner perhaps.
His own ritual hunt had found one of the semi-aquatic beasts that prowled the shores and shallow surf, not a rancor. But he had fought such beasts before. He chuckled at that thought, since before in this case meant before all currently recorded history.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 10, 2024 11:58:24 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu hadn't been expecting any sort of trouble, let alone having to deal with a rancor. The only weapons he had with him was his usual oversized knife, and a pistol. Generally, he didn't carry much more. But a rancor was a serious challenge, even for one of his species. On the other hand, it would be a great way to bond with the locals.
-Zotu I'd like nothing better, do you have a spear I can borrow? Or would I need to make my own before we set out?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 29, 2024 8:06:24 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
If it had worked to resolve tension, Zotu wasn't going to complain. And he really could handle most intoxicants. He wasn't about to tell anyone in this group it was due to a cybernetic blood filter that could either neutralize or store any number of different compounds for later. But it was still true, regardless of the reason. And it wouldn't have been the first time Zotu dealt with copious alcohol to make a good impression with a group, or even stronger substances on occasion.
-Zotu I am honored to be invited. And I will try not to leave too many of them on the floor when I call it a night.
Zotu returned the friendly gaze with a predator's grin.
-Zotu It really does, doesn't it. Admittedly, most had already been spread fairly wide by my own time. But my people's history says that most of them came from here on Lehon to begin with. Though part of that might have been propaganda.
Zotu also saw the children coming and glided to one side to let the scrum flow past.
-Zotu I don't have any children of my own, yet. At least, not from this body. The few I had in my previous life are have all long since grown old and likely passed away themselves. On the other hand, Given modern medicine and lack of backstabbing, I should have plenty of time to correct that if I ever decide to. For now though, I like to focus on my work.
Now that he had been formally invited into the village, Zotu takes a more open and long look around. Seeing what all was where and how the village was laid out. He was also trying to get a measure of how many people were visible and what the major tasks seemed to be.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 26, 2024 22:13:31 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
Mary grunted a bit as she was dumped rather abruptly against a wall. Her left arm was little more than jelly inside the bodyglove, but several ribs and the left leg were only broken. She watched, with mild bemusement, as her hat skittered and clanked along the rocky ground toward them. Mira and Dar were still talking, but Mary still couldn't really follow what they were saying. Then Mira jabbed something into her arm. That didn't seem particularly nice.
With one last skittering clank, her hat flopped into her lap, revealing a large tan mouse. Which was only visible for a moment before the hat flopped back down on top of him. Mary blinked, slowly. She wasn't entirely sure she had just seen what she thought she had. With her right arm, she reached out to pick up the hat, only to end up tapping it with her carbine. Mary paused for a second, then realized she didn't have a spare hand to use. With somewhat more effort, she slid the carbine into its sheath on her thigh. With a hand now free, she reached out again and picked up her hat. She leaned over slightly to one side to peek under it as she did so, though the motion very nearly overbalanced her.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 24, 2024 23:03:23 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
The beast was still flopping around, and getting closer. Well, Mary was still armed. She brought the carbine up and moved to brace it with her left arm. Except no arm came up to brace the weapon. This confused her for a second, until she looked down and saw the mangled pulp extending from her shoulder. A stray thought along the lines of 'well, I'm not as armed as I though' tumbled its way through her head.
When she looked back up, the other two were standing over her. They seemed to be talking, but it was either very quiet, or very far away and Mary didn't really caught any of it. It shortly didn't matter though, as Mira picked her up surprisingly gracefully. There was something missing though, something important.
-Mary Hat.
On the other hand, literally, Mary now had a much more stable position to fire from. Taking careful aim at one of the four eyes, Mary opened fire with the Tooth once more. The weaker shots splashed off the armored skin of the creature with almost no effect. However, the sheer number of shots buzzing down range covered the lack of fine control. Several shots sank into the existing craters from the high power shots, digging them deeper. The more important effect though was that the haze of fire managed to strike two of the creature's eyes. Both left eyes of the beast popped in a shower of gore under the damage inflicted.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 21, 2024 19:10:52 GMT -8
==Vong of Lehon== +Zotu Vomdo+ <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, New Coral Town>>
Zotu took the offered hand up to the back of the creature, then splashed down without hesitation into the shallow shore of the cave beach. His boots and lower legs would get wet, but he wasn't bothered in the least by it, and they would dry quickly enough. Despite more recent attempts at civilized behavior, Rakata were predators by nature. And the most fearsome predators on a planet of predators at that. His widely spaced eyes quickly swept the cavern, as well as everything in it. He was moderately impressed, both from a defensive standpoint, and from the practical economy of the layout. It was a good balance. Then again, there was no telling what might come up out of the water into the cave. Lehon's predators rarely bothered to restrict themselves to either land or water, but most moved surprisingly freely from one to the other.
Once he had both feet on the sand of the beach, he waited for his escort. It would be rude to intrude on their territory without a guide, at least until they had a much better working relationship.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 17, 2024 23:41:51 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
Her first thought was that everything hurt and was dark. This was a surprisingly normal enough thought for Mary. After a moment, the inside of her mask lit up as it managed to start rebooting. Even half conscious from the impact, or perhaps impacts, Mary's first action was to make sure she was still armed. Sure enough, her carbine was still lock firmly in her grip. That was good. She wasn't sure why it was good yet, but she knew it was. This was about the point that Mary realized she was laying down. That seemed odd, as she was still fully dressed. No, wait, not fully. Her hat was missing, and from the breeze tickling one foot, so was one of her boots.
Her mask finished booting to show the rusty red sky above her. That didn't seem right at all, and after a moment, she realized it was the ground. With heavy effort, she rolled over. That was probably a mistake. Much of her left side exploded in pain. Mary was well familiar with pain, both delivering and receiving it. But she had never liked it. From the feel of it, she had several broken bones on that side, ranging from her foot to something in her ribs. She also felt like she should be in a hurry for some reason.
Her head hurt as well, but she took a moment to turn it toward the sounds. With the suddenness of a lightning strike, she was much more alert. As the wallowing floundering monster came into view she remembered trying to get past it, only to be launched like a wet t-shirt at a beach party. It still seemed focused on her, which was fair enough, as they seem to have done about even damage to each other. Closer to her and moving much more rapidly was the new guy and a shimmering contact icon painted in her HUD that was likely the somehow invisible Mira. After a few more moments of looking around, she also spotted her hat. She would have to make sure that someone grabbed it for her.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 16, 2024 22:51:13 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
She had expected more effect, but the blazing wash of plasma across the beasts face seemed to do little more than blind and hurt it momentarily. Even as the next cylinder automatically snapped into place though, a stranger rushed by her, charging in at the beast. She had never seen him before in her life, but at the same time, seemed to remember him walking with them from the Tempest. It wouldn't be the first time the ship did something weird like that. But usually its weirdness involved making people vanish, not making new ones appear. Speaking of vanishing, Mira had done a fairly good job of that herself. Though not a perfect one, Mary's mask had a wide range of special features and systems, and while Mira had vanished even to most of the mask's sensors, she was still physically present and solid. This meant that Mary's mask had a sonar bead on her, even if it was a surprisingly fuzzy bead.
More important though, was the fact the beast was not majorly hurt and was still heading straight for her and the new man. The new man that was now running the exact opposite direction with the beast hot on his heels.
-Mary Not good.
Mary took off running after Dar. She wasn't sure if the beast was chasing the man or her. But given that the man had passed close enough to encourage her to continue firing, it didn't seem to matter much. Obviously, this had not been well planned out. While the beast had a number of new pockmarked and bleeding craters in its massive face, none of the shots had actually hit an eye directly. Mary would either need to take more time to aim. Which didn't seem like a healthy thing to do just now. Or greatly increase the number of shots she took and hope for a lucky hit. Either way, running away wasn't going to be the answer.
She thumbed the power setting down to something more on par with a blaster pistol, rather than the blaster cannon level power it had been at. Given the compact size and cut down nature of the weapon, it was surprisingly effective even in close quarters. Using a small boulder to effectively crash to a stop and reverse her direction, she was suddenly running directly at the beast. She dodged a whipping tentacle that grasped at her, just as she flashed between the creature's legs. The Tooth Spoke again, much quieter this time. It has started pointing nearly directly upward, before sawing a stream of much weaker shots across the belly of the beast and down one heavy leg. When the barrel was pointed roughly at the knee of the beast, Mary triggered the under slung sonic wedge cannon built into the Tooth.
CRACK!
The sonic weapon was designed to batter down, crush, or kill anyone in a wide cone from the muzzle. Lethally effective in close quarters, and extremely useful in crowd control. If your definition of control includes death by ruptured organs. Of course, against a beast this size it was more like a hammer blow. The weaker blaster bolts carved a fresh trench of gore along the beast's hide, but it wasn't even deep enough to breach the skin, The blow to its knee however, caused the joint to snap with a dreadful sound. Mary, however, didn't wait to see her handy work. She simply kept running at full tilt, out and past the beast's tail. Or mostly. Just before she cleared it, the tail whipped back and caught her, flinging her like a discarded doll.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 15, 2024 22:27:30 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tomb of Baakon Hex>>
Mary didn't hesitate for a moment. She was far too familiar with things hunting her. And for too experienced with fighting for her life. Whatever that big brute was, it ate meat. And it had obviously already noticed them. Mary had nearly a decade of life or death fights with the various beasts that hid in the dark deep under the city of coruscant. Once something got the scent like this, the only options were kill it or hide. And the open terrain they had just crossed through didn't have any good hiding spots. Mary had been watching for any as routine habit.
Her carbine had stayed in a low ready position for the entire trip. Something about this place put her on edge, though she couldn't say why. When the beast roared again, the crimson barrel swiveled smoothly into a fully tucked in position against her shoulder. The 9118 heavy carbine was a loud weapon even in the original configuration. Gar's Tooth had been heavily modified and tinkered with for the better part of two decades as Mary customized and improved it. Her thumb smoothly found the controls sunk into the grip, cranking the power output to maximum and the fire rate to full repeating. Gleaming letters of gold filigree caught the weak rays of sun as the cut down barrel tracked onto the target. The letters spelling out "Speak with Authority". She pulled the trigger.
BBBBBVIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIPIP
The over pressure from the sheer noise of the weapon caused Mary's cloak to snap back as if suddenly caught in a stiff breeze. Dust and small pebbles around her feet danced as the electric buzzsaw of sound hammered it. And that was nothing compared to the nearly solid bar of hammered plasma that the weapon hosed down range. At full output, the oversized power block only had enough charge for fifty shots. Each of which could seriously damage most personal vehicles. And at full repeating those fifty shots took less than ten seconds. As the last bolt was fired, the custom rotary chamber built into the body of the weapon spun with a whir-click as it ejected the spent power block and slotted the next smoothly into position.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 15, 2024 8:26:33 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds>>
Mary could only watch in complete disbelief as Mira started walking toward the roar and singing. Obviously, whatever other skills she had, she was at least as crazy as most of the higher ranking jedi she had met so far. Whatever that thing had been it sounded big enough to take bites out of the Tempest, let alone someone human sized. On the other hand, Mira had been assigned as her teacher, so Mary figured she should at least give the other woman a chance to get eaten before getting violent. Of course, when the violence inevitably happened, Mary would be ready. She had spent a decade as a trouble shooter, often literally, for various branches of the Jedi Order. And before that she had spent another decade playing a lethal game of hide and go murder in the deep undercity of coruscant. With a start, Mary realized that more than half her life had now been lived moving from one fight to another. She looked back at the somewhat shy robonerd working night shift in the spaceports of Coruscant and wondered again how she had managed to change so much. Or if the changes were a good thing.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 14, 2024 19:57:41 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds>>
Mary just looked at Mira for several seconds of blank mask. Then she went to get her gun anyway. It wasn't like she let the heavily modified 9118 carbine wander far from her grip anyway. She also took the time to stop by the armory and grab a trio of grenades. Two frags, and because Mira seemed intent on it, one adhesive grenade. She was quick enough that Mira was only just making her way down the ramp when Mary caught back up to her.
-Mary You focus on peaceful. I will focus on removing you from whatever hostility you manage to find anyway. As for what we will find here, I've never even heard of this place. Given the general terrain though .... no doubt it is heavily stocked with peaceful plant munchers.
Mary intentionally turned her head in a wide sweeping arc to indicate the complete lack of anything living within sight, plant or animal. Her pointed indication, however, was interrupted by something LARGE bellowing an angry roar in the not too distance. By the time the roar stopped, Mary already had her blood red carbine out and tight up against her shoulder.
-Mary Yeah, that didn't sound super friendly, I've got to say.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 12, 2024 23:15:18 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds>>
Fantastic, somebody stuck their nose into something that likely ate it. And now she gets to go clean up the mess. Again. She wasn't really surprised, as that had been her go to job for much of the past decade.
-Mary Well, it isn't the first time they have sent me into some dark, haunted hole that eats people. I'll go get my gun.
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