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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 11, 2014 2:06:22 GMT -8
Krae followed Krokh out of the Tinnie before stopping to stretch and crack his back. "Mate, I reckon they'll be busy down there for a while. Hehehe." he cackled. "Any idea what we're in for with your guests? They don't strike me as the fun-loving type."
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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 2, 2014 17:43:07 GMT -8
“Next time, Jedi.” Krae shouted at Nemo, before disengaging his lightsaber and heading back towards Krokh and his new friends. “I think we’ve made our mark here. Let’s make tracks.”
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Arn and Grav finally reached the building that they had been heading for, just as Two was leaving. Gravicus stopped in his tracks to give her a thorough looking over as she emerged from the parted group of mildly armed rioters. Arn was about to pass them all when he turned back to see what was holding Gravicus up. “Oh, come on, Bro. Tell me that’s not eye catching.” Grav said, defending his ogling. Arn sighed, and then took a glance at the fellow Twi’lek. She did, in fact, catch his eye, but for a very different reason than Grav. “That’s interesting.” he spoke to himself, as he placed a hand on his blade handle, and subtly started to follow her. Grav had no idea what they were doing now, but he shrugged his shoulders and tagged along anyway.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 17, 2014 2:15:42 GMT -8
Krae was disappointed to see the Jedi up and run so soon, but he was hardly surprised. It was an inevitable action for the spoil sport, given what he was up against, though the Devaronian did suspect that Nemo was just trying to control the situation by luring them away from the people, possibly even into an ambush. The odds were still in the Siths' favour though, so Krae had no hesitation in giving chase. He moved his short legs surprisingly quick in pursuit of the Jedi, shouting as he took off. "Run, run, RUUUN! Hehehehehe."
The assumption that Krokh would have also joined in the game of cat and croc meant that Krae had run quite some distance before sensing that his friend was not tagging along. He peered over his shoulder to see what the hold up was, when he laid eyes on the sinister looking creature that had approached Krokh. Krae slid to a halt, and found himself half way between Nemo and Krokh, uncertain of where this twist was going.
This dark character could have been from the 'congratulations on sparking such an excellent riot' comity, for all Krae knew, but when he had started to notice, in the corner of his eye, several other lingering shadowy figures, with the skill to practically vanish whenever he looked to see what was there, he knew that something was about to get interesting... not that this was a dull day. ---------- Arn and Grav were getting close to their target, though Grav was running out of puff again. "Keep moving." Arn ordered his brother. "You can have a quick breather once we get into this building." He was keen to get the two of them out of sight from the windows above before they were spotted. "Aw, man... Thought we'd... be busting sculls... Not pounding... pavement." Grav complained between breaths, but he pushed on all the same.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 1, 2014 4:09:58 GMT -8
Krae had a lot to process in a short time. His opponent had unexpectedly spun around to deflect blaster fire and then taken a swing at him. He did not yet have a chance to look where the shot had come from, instead staying focused on the blade that intended to halve him, but the thought was already forming that there could be a link between that blast and the flash he saw a moment before his ear started throbbing. Krae firmly held his weapon out vertically to block Nemo’s strike, and with the momentum of charging to intercept the Jedi, put his shoulder forward to give him a nudge.
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Arn and Grav were still discretely making their way towards Two’s location. They still had a lot of ground to cover, and many more rioters to navigate through. Arn was fairly certain that he could hear the faint but distinctive sound of lightsabers around, but could not get visual confirmation. Though he would not be surprised if Force users were involved in this mess, he would be annoyed to have to deal with them, as if things weren’t already bad enough.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 3, 2014 4:28:58 GMT -8
In the heart of the rioting, things were heating up quickly, and not just Nemo's Shield. Krae gave Krokh a wink in acknowledgement that it was his turn to play with the Jedi, but before he could make a move, their adversary had chosen his timing well and bowled a fast one. Krae had very little time to respond to the surprisingly speedy attack. He ignited his red lightsaber while charging to intercept, and although he was practically right next to his friend, in the time it took him to move a meter, Nemo had covered five. Krae dove out to crash tackle Nemo from the side, to at least push him off his intended course and try to rattle him to allow for a follow up move.
Had Krae not been so distracted by the Jedi, he might have noticed the incoming sniper fire, and perhaps even dodged it rather than leaping into its path, but this was not the case. Just as he neared impact with the Jedi, he saw a flash of light and heat by his face, but that didn't make any sense to the Sith, who was very focused on keeping Nemo's Lightsaber at bay. The fact that the first of Two's shots had melted off a portion of his ear was yet to become apparent, but it's fair to say that he won't be happy about it when he notices.
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Arn and Grav were busy restraining some hyped up thugs that had been flipping vehicles for fun, when Arn caught a glimpse of where the the sniper fire had come from. He knew he had to investigate, but there was at least twenty thousand people between them and that building, and cover was patchy at best. Their best defence, he calculated, was there was very little chance of being spotted in a crowd this size if not attracting any undue attention. "Grav, follow me and try to blend in." he said, avoiding details. He knew that if told Grav not to look directly at that window, then he'd stare at it the whole way. "Lead the way, bro." Grav replied, picking up a rock and hurling it at an office front. He then shrugged at Arn's stern look. "What? I'm blending in..." he innocently said. "Whatever." Arn sighed, moving off. Although he expected that the shooter would be gone by the time they got there, he was sure to keep his weapons as concealed as he could as they moved through the crowd, and tagged onto groups that were already moving in indirect paths towards his objective. He really didn't want to become a target.
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Post by Arn Hart on May 2, 2014 3:17:31 GMT -8
"Hehehehe!" Krae let out, mocking the Jedi's attempts to avoid Krokh's attacks. He watched on while remaining at the ready, in anticipation for a counter attack, should Nemo survive that long.
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Arn and Grav stopped running when they got close enough to see the full extent of the rioting. "It's going to... take an army... to disperse this mob." Grav stated, trying to catch his breath. "I agree, and there may well be one sent to respond to this chaos, but we can't wait to find out. We won't be able to stop everyone here, but if we take out some ringleaders, it should slow them at least." Arn explained. "Busting up the big wigs sounds like a plan." Grav agreed, smashing his oversized fist into his other hand. The pair continued jogging into the sea of people, looking for instigators.
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 22, 2014 5:30:20 GMT -8
Krae laughed with joy as Krokh divided and conquered the first fool to take him on, but turned serious when he saw the glowing of Nemo's lightsaber emerge from the parting crowd. "Oh, come on... There's always a party pooper." he muttered to himself. He took his own lightaber in hand, but did not yet engage it. He only move up to beside Krokh to cover his friend if need be, while he performed his ability. "He's a cocky fella." Krae stated, wondering if this Jedi was actually capable of taking on two Sith, or if maybe he had company.
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The Harts were getting close. They were passing more and more people that were fleeing the violence, and starting to encounter some of the perpetrators. They chanced upon four men that had isolated a police enforcer, and were kicking him on the ground. Arn sweep kicked one to the ground and put a boot on his neck, while drawing his blasterblade to rest against another's neck, and aiming a heavy blaster toward the other two. "Don't move!" Arn commanded. Each of the men looked at each other in disbelief, with the exception of the one who was busy getting his throat crushed, but before they could respond, Gravicus had walked up and donked two of their heads together and served the other a crippling body blow. The brothers admirably nodded to each other, and helped the officer to his feet. "Saw some of your buddies heading around the other side of this building. Are you well enough to go regroup?" Arn asked. "I should be okay." the officer replied, standing on his own weight. "You boys shouldn't be out here though." he added. "Tell that to this lot." Arn said, finally lifting his boot off the other man's neck, allowing him to take a desperate gasp of air. "Stay out of trouble, Officer." Arn said, as he and Grav continued unobstructed on their way to the main riots.
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 15, 2014 4:43:02 GMT -8
Having commanded the attention of half the city, Krae was well aware that he would most likely be the main target for anyone that was opposed to the fun that was starting. He was still compelled to flame the fires a little longer though. "You see how they react?" he bellowed, his voice now faint over the disputes around him. "They send in troops to silence us, because they don't want to hear the truth. Don't let them push you down! Overcome the attack dogs of the government, and rise up. Push back, people. Push back!" Krae shouted, finishing his 'heartfelt' speech. He took a moment to look around at the chaos that was bubbling over, and then leapt down into it.
Due to his small stature, anyone at ground level would have a difficult time tracking him, but adversely, he wouldn't see anyone coming for him either. For this reason, he got moving quickly. He ducked, dived, shunted, and shoved his way through the crowd until he could see his much larger friend, who was already making new friends of his own. Krae stopped to enjoy the show, as Krokh had not failed to amuse in such situations before.
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Despite the commotion erupting in the city centre, the monorail system was still working like clockwork. In a nearby station, Arn and Gravicus Hart stepped out of a carriage, and onto the platform. They didn't need to check or ask directions to today's demonstrations. They could hear well enough exactly where they needed to be, though it sounded like they might be too late. "Bro, I think we're going to need some backup." Grav stated, wondering if they'd bitten off more than they could chew. "We are the backup." Arn bluntly replied, as he removed his usual weapons weapons from his bag, and strapped them to his body. The pair were only a few streets away, and quickly made their way on foot toward the trouble.
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 11, 2014 4:19:27 GMT -8
"…62… 63…64…" Grav groaned, before being interrupted. "Excuse me, Sir." the pilot called out."Your orders have just come through." he said, but before he could continue, Arn re-entered the ship from his scout around. "We're to assist the local authorities in preventing, or more likely quelling, any violence that may come of the demonstrations in the city centre, with the added bonus of eliminating any agents of the Empire that might be plotting to kick this hornet's nest to weaken the Republic's control on this planet and further disrupt operations here... Am I right?" Arn questioned. "Er, yeah. That's about it, Sir. Protect civilians. Lethal force if necessary. The usual stuff, I guess." the pilot replied. "Yeah... I guess." Arn responded, stepping over to his bag, and picking it up off the floor. "Let's get to it then, shall we?" he spoke to Gravicus as he walked back out of the ship. "You got it, Bro." Grav said, following close behind. The pair then boarded the monorail carriage as it set out for the city.
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 7, 2014 2:35:22 GMT -8
The shattering of glass and crashing of falling debris from the impact on the building caused many in the crowd to scream in fear, and some to cheer in excitement, but most importantly of all, it got everyone’s attention. At first, all eyes turned to the destruction, but moments later, they were focused on the guys that clearly caused it.
“Here me, citizens of Nubia.” Krae boomed, with a voice surprisingly loud for such a small man. "This government is running you into the ground. They don’t care about what is right and fair. They don’t care about you! All they care about is how much they can produce for everyone else, no matter the cost to their own people. You could line the streets for days, weeks, even months, and they still won’t pay you a piece of mind, because they can just bring in loyal mindless droid labour. If you want action, you must first take action! There is no point telling them how bad things are. We must show them how bad things are. Whatever happens from here on out is a consequence of this government failing its people, so make some noise, do some damage, and show them how mad you really are!"
Some cheered, some shook their heads, and some looked confused, but Krae knew that he didn’t need to convince everyone to make this work. As long as a few rebellious pawns took the opportunity to lash out, the rest of the dominos would fall, and sure enough, moments later, more yelling, crashing and smashing could be heard around them. Several groups of mostly young men were picking up whatever they could find and hurtling it at windows and vehicles. It was not much, but it was only the beginning. Krae did not expect to ignite the fire in all of their hearts alone. He would need the assistance of the 'peacekeepers' of this city to inadvertently help with that, if there even were any.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 27, 2014 21:39:12 GMT -8
"Too right about that!" Krae replied. "These poor, despicably downtrodden, underlings won't get there way by chanting and holding hands. If they really want the big wigs on this rock to get the message, they'll need some inspiration to do something a little more… drastic." he suggested, almost sounding as though he actually cared for these people. Krae started pushing his way into the crowd, shoving aside anyone that stood in his way. "We'll have to get a bit closer to the heart to this to make a real impact." he said, having to speak up over the droning of the crowd.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 21, 2014 2:44:30 GMT -8
A shuttle, transporting two visiting Sith, arrived in the city from the spaceport. The pilot parked behind a crowd of disgruntled citizens, and he leaned back in his seat to speak to his fare. "This is as close as we can get, boys. It's been chaos on the streets today with all the protests going on." he explained. "You picked a hell of a time to visit our fine city." he added. "Looks like we certainly did." Krae said with an almost cheery tone. "This will do fine. Thanks for the ride." he politely said as he handed the pilot some Imperial Sovereigns. "Woh, woh, woh, buddy. Republic creds only." the pilot protested. "Reeeally?" Krae asked, leaning toward the pilot with a creepy grin. "Hey, I don't make the rules, pal. You can either cough up creds or cough up teeth. Your choice." the pilot threatened. "Ha, ha! I like this guy." Krae said to Krokh, who was also in the shuttle.
"Credits it is then." Krae said, turning back to the pilot. His smile had turned sincere looking for a moment, before his expression shifted again to something a little crazier. He extended his hand toward the pilot's on-board credit depository, which he then ripped open with the Force, causing credits to explode out into every corner of the ship. He then proceeded to put a few handfuls into his pockets before throwing some onto the pilot's lap. "There's your credits, mate. Have a good one." he calmly said, stepping out of the shuttle.
Krae waited for his friend to join him, while the pilot remained frozen in his seat, his mind trying to process what had just occurred.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 21, 2014 1:57:04 GMT -8
The shuttle containing Krae and Krokh departed the spaceport, bound for the city.
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As the Sith left, an unmarked ship belonging to the S.T.A.R.S. Team Alpha came in to land. The ship touched down on its designated platform, and the main door slid open. "This is it! Welcome to Nuba City Spaceport, gentlemen." the pilot exclaimed to his passengers as he stepped out of the ship's cockpit, and joined them in the main corridor. "All right! Time for some action." Gravicus burst out. "Not without knowing what we're getting ourselves into first." Arn interrupted. "What's the story here?" he asked the pilot.
"I'm still waiting on conformation of details, Sir, but by the looks of all the people I saw lining the streets in the city as we flew over, I wouldn't be surprised if it has something to do with that." the pilot explained. "Hurry up and wait..." Arn mumbled to himself, cautiously stepping off the ship. "Aww, man. I was all ready to start busting some skulls." Grav whined. "Why don't you do some push-ups and mind my bag while I scout around?" Arn suggested. "Hey, good idea, bro... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 3:40:28 GMT -8
The Harts will be landing in the Nuba City Spaceport on my next post there, if someone would like to brief them of their mission IC (whether in person or by comms... or by Star Wars Facebook). Otherwise, I'll just NPC it to keep things moving. We'll see.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 3:30:30 GMT -8
A ship of the S.T.A.R.S. team Alpha exited hyperspace and came into orbit of Nubia. After receiving a welcoming automated broadcast, the pilot transmitted his codes to the authorities as he began to manoeuvre the ship towards the capital. The ship descended to Nuba City Spaceport, where passengers Arn and Gravicus Hart were to disembark.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 3:09:54 GMT -8
A ship of the S.T.A.R.S. team Alpha ascended from the city of Yractos to the open space above. On board were Arn and Gravicus Hart, as well as the pilot, who was calculating a route to the planet of Nubia. As soon at the ship was of an adequate distance from Gyndine, it entered hyperspace for its new destination.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 2:22:20 GMT -8
Arn entered the ship to find Grav and the pilot in hysterics over presumably a joke that he would never get the point of anyway, so he did not ask. The pilot dried his eyes and extended his hand for Arn to shake. "Welcome aboard, Sir" he said. Arn looked down at the pilots lingering hand and then back to his face. "Thanks for the ride. What's our destination?" he asked, before walking over to a seat, and placing his bag on the floor. "Err, Nubia, Sir. Just received orders to take you there immediately." the pilot replied, awkwardly retracting his hand.
The pilot stepped over to a control panel, and closed the doors, before heading up to the cockpit. "Might want to strap yourselves in, guys." he suggested. "There was another recruit that was supposed to be joining us." Arn mentioned. "Don't worry, Sir. There will be another transport to collect him. My orders are to deliver you to Nubia ASAP." the pilot replied. "Sounds serious." Grav said, clipping his seat belt on.
The ship lifted off the landing pad, and ascended into the sky until it was in orbit of the planet.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 1:51:03 GMT -8
"Mate, after all the running around we've been doing, I could eat this place out of business." Krae answered, strolling out of the Tinnie. The stocky little devaronian brought with him his concealed lightsaber, pair of daggers, and an appetite for chaos... and anything deep fried. Krae stopped for a moment before a toothy grin emerged on his acid scared face. "Wow. Feel that? I'm getting some nasty vibes here." he mentioned, as he hailed a transport shuttle for the city centre.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 1:28:22 GMT -8
Are we talking midget or just short? All that matters is that you do not ask him that question IC. The only thing shorter than his stature is his temper.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 17, 2014 2:24:45 GMT -8
FYI for anyone that is unaware:
Arn will be one of the STARS Team Alpha members joining in, so between him and Krae, I will be unbiasly dancing on both sides of the fence. I shall try not to make it confusing, but while I'm mentioning 'confusing', I'll just put it out there OOC that although Arn's accompanying NPC 'Gravicus' is his brother, they are not the same species.
Actually, I'll just quickly list my characters that will be involved so you can visualise, since they'll all be under the one avatar. Arn Hart - Twi'lek - Green skin - Super fit. Gravicus Hart - Human - Dark skin - Arms of actual muscle and body of "relaxed" muscle. Krae Yurtchlem - Devaronium - Red Skin - Vertically challenged.
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