Arn Hart
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 16, 2014 2:46:45 GMT -8
"I'd normally prefer to sneak in unannounced, until someone is dead anyway, but the security around this place make that a little tricky. Might pay to broadcast your codes on approach. Fake ones would be better, if you have them. I doubt it, but those losers back on Kiffu could have already had a cry to the rest of the galaxy by now." Krae stepped closer to the observation port for a better look at their destination. "Such an industrious little planet. I wonder what fun awaits us there..."
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 15, 2014 3:19:41 GMT -8
By the time that Grav found the ship Ty had mentioned, Arn was already waiting there. The young Twi'lek stood beside the craft, holding firmly to a duffel bag, which couldn't be zipped up all the way due to a protruding item that was sheathed in black cloth.
Grav approached his brother. "That all you brought?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the single bag. "This is all that we require." Arn plainly replied. "Where's your friend?" he asked back, looking around for any sign of the gruff mercenary. "He's not here?" Grav said, sounding surprised. "Thought he would have beat me for sure. Must have stopped in at the can or something." he continued. "Oh well, I'm going to check out our ride. And my collectable bobble head figurines better be in that bag, bro." Grav added before stepping on board the ship. Arn gave no reply, but soon followed his brother into the ship.
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Arn Hart
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 15, 2014 1:46:17 GMT -8
I will have to tactfully try to avoid Arn running into Krae (my Sith NPC) then, as I already signed him up for that too. No matter though. There should be enough people involved that I can keep them in different locations of the event.
Shall I assume that you intend for the STARS to assist in quelling this riot; ie: side with the Republic?
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 14, 2014 4:58:57 GMT -8
Yes, I was under the impression that the Organisation would have a part to play in all this. In anticipation of perhaps receiving some related orders to follow, I might just go ahead and settle my guys in on that ship for departure. Getting lonely there.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 13, 2014 2:21:16 GMT -8
My thoughts for Krae and Krokh's involvement is that they just happen to be in the neighbourhood, when they get a whiff of the rising tension, and being the fun loving anarchists they are, use their ungoodly power to add fuel to the fire that sparks around them.
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 12, 2014 4:58:04 GMT -8
“Hehe. Nice fireworks.” Krae chuckled as the fighters exploded, and the cruiser veered away. “Better get moving before they actually get serious.”
He ran over to a holomap that was on display, sliding to a stop just in front of it. He then covered his eyes with one hand, spun around three times, and pointed with the sharp clawed index finger of his other hand. “There…” He removed his hand from his eyes to find that he was pointing directly at Contruum. “Woah, bugger that!” he said, slowly sliding his hand down the acid burned side of his face. “Let’s just go, uh, here. Nubia!... Yeah, Nubia here we come.”
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 12, 2014 3:15:06 GMT -8
Yo... So, just seeing what is going on in this universe around us, and it looks like a lot of thought going into A Really Big Idea for the Whole Site I think we're obliged to participate, under some contractual agreement, of course.
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Post by Arn Hart on Feb 21, 2014 3:33:22 GMT -8
“There’s always some shmuck looking to stomp all over those dreams though. Just look at today’s events. One minute; we’re having a quiet brew. The next; we’re fleeing the planet, leaving a trail of bodies in our wake. Heck, I won’t say it wasn’t kind of fun, but there are only so many systems you can get chased out of before you become the monster they expect you to be.” said Krae. He took another sip of his drink, and stepped closer to the window to look down on the planet they were leaving behind.
“Looks like some of our playmates have come for a farewell send-off. I suspect that’s not a problem.” he said, watching a small cruiser and six fighters advancing on them.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 30, 2014 23:04:10 GMT -8
“Gotcha self a small army here… Not a bad selection either.” Krae commented, picking up a bottle with a big white bear on the label. He poured himself a glass and took a sip.
“What sort of business would you have to be in to need all this setup?” he prodded. He was impressed at the wealth and/or power that Krokh had accumulated, having lived that lavish lifestyle himself over a decade ago. These days though, Krae was staying off the radar of certain individuals that he had crossed to maintain his former status; the ones who were still alive, powerful, and disgruntled anyway.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 17, 2014 5:09:10 GMT -8
“Ha! While they’re still operational, sure, why not.” Krae answered. He ran down the hall to catch up, and then leapt on top of the bench that was keeping some of the police occupied. “You lads should probably stay put now, if you know what’s good for you.” he taunted while waving his lightsaber at them. He then disengaged the weapon, back flipped off the bench, and stepped into the elevator. “All aboard! Next stop, the hangers.”
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 16, 2014 5:03:27 GMT -8
Grav took another drink, and then stood up from his seat. “Let’s do it!” he replied. Although an incredibly casual guy, his excitement was shining through. Things had been pretty slow since the fall of the BAMF, and despite his role in Arn’s line of work being more ‘supportive’, Grav enjoyed the action… or at least the idea of it, anyway.
Grav made his way out of the establishment with his new companion, and headed for the docking bay that Ty had mentioned.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 9, 2014 2:14:00 GMT -8
“Just take it easy… I’m not carrying you out of here.” Arn said to Grav, nudging his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah.” Grav replied, shrugging him off before picking up the glass with a grin.
“Actually, while the two of you… do your thing, I’ll gather our equipment and settle business here. Meet you at the ship.” Arn walked out of the building and then ran down the street.
“Later…” Grav said. He took a mouthful of his drink and then addressed Clark. “Not a bad drop, Clark. I’m sure you heard, but I’m Gravicus Hart. The grump that just left is my little bro, Arn. This whole merc gig is more his thing, but I certainly don’t mind pitching in for some of the perks.” He paused to take another drink. “Keeps life interesting. That’s for sure.”
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 7, 2014 2:51:10 GMT -8
“Not until it’s too late.” Krae replied. Seemingly compliant with the officer’s instructions, he stopped and raised his hands in the air, but as he did so, the metal bench beside him broke free of its floor-mounting bolts and began to float. “Here, CATCH!” he shouted as he used the Force to throw the bench ‘to’ the police.
They tried to fire off a few shots, but it was panic fire, and the blasts mostly either hit the bench or the building as they dove for cover. The flying furniture was ‘caught’ by three fielders, who collapsed under its weight and lay pinned to the ground.
“Howzaaat! Well, I guess they got me out then. You’re up, mate.”
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 28, 2013 4:20:25 GMT -8
“Sound’s fancy. As long as we get there quick enough, they shouldn’t have it locked down.” Krae said, walking through the store. There were no customers in at the moment, but the clerk came out from the back room when she heard talking. “Oh. Can I help you gentlemen with anything?” she automatically asked, though her eyes trained curiously towards the hole in the ceiling. “No thanks, love.” Krae replied. “Just passing through.” He used the Force to gently push her back into the small room and then closed the door, shorting out the controls. “Sit tight now… Actually, you could put this on my tab.” he said as he picked up a leather jacket off the rack and put it on. “Not bad. It’s usually a pain to find my size.”
He left the store with Krokh via the front door, casually walking down the corridor as if nothing had happened. “This level is not even on alert yet.” He mentioned, noting that citizens were still going about their normal business. “The name’s Krae by the way. What do I call you?”
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 25, 2013 18:26:15 GMT -8
“You’re not wrong about that.” Krae replied, as he deflected a few blasts from the last man standing of the whole squad. He gave the officer a puzzled look, questioning his logic. “This bloke just took out your team with a shiny bent stick, and you still think it wise to shoot at me?” The man stood there for a second, contemplating what Krae had said, until with a quick wave of his hand, the mischief making Sith used the Force to clobber him in the side of the head with a coffee machine. “Sleep on it.”
Krae turned back to his new accomplice. “Main exit will be crawling with these vermin soon.” He used his lightsaber to cut a hole in the floor to the service level below, and then took another look at Krokh. “Hmmm…” He used his lightsaber to cut a BIGGER hole in the floor to the service level below, and then jumped in, proceeding to cut another hole in that floor to the small shop beneath.
“You coming?” his voice echoed from the hole.
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 24, 2013 3:48:37 GMT -8
The Commander caught his subordinate as he fell backwards from the hefty punch. The woozy officer was unable to hold his own weight up, and so the Commander lowered him to the floor before turning his attention back to his suspect. He looked up just in time to see two of his men falling before Krokh with blood spraying from severed limbs. He again took aim, and fired off three shots of his blaster pistol.
The rest of the men nervously opened fired on Krae as soon as the punch was thrown. As big and dangerous as Krokh was, he ‘only’ had a sword. The moment Krae had ignited his saber, he also ignited the fear in their hearts, for few people in the galaxy these days were unaware of what the red lightsaber represents. He deflected a few blasts before, at their horror, disappearing from sight. Only Krokh would have been able to sense his movements while hidden, but it was only a moment before he reappeared, though it was not the little red man that everybody saw at first. The glowing blade of his saber burst through the chest of one of the officers, who collapsed lifelessly to the floor, revealing the grinning the Sith behind him. “Too easy!”
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Post by Arn Hart on Dec 15, 2013 2:11:33 GMT -8
Yeah, but the lights are out.
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Post by Arn Hart on Nov 13, 2013 2:35:29 GMT -8
“All right! Just like old times. Let’s do it!” Grav enthusiastically cried out. He looked up at Arn with an excited grin on his face, but Arn turned away slightly as he considered the proposal. He was certainly interested in work that better utilised the full extent of his talents, but this team already sounded more secretive than he preferred. The lack of shared intel that comes with such a shadowy organisation also comes with increased risk when one plans as much as Arn does. Had he been in Clark’s position, approached by a stranger with prospects of mysterious work, he would have already left, but fortunately Ty had already earned Arn’s trust and respect.
He turned back face to the group and silently nodded in agreement.
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Post by Arn Hart on Oct 10, 2013 3:51:17 GMT -8
I think our ball is a cube.
And I think if we want more people on board, we're going to have to track them down IC and recruit manually.
Either that or merge organisations. Otherwise we have only an army of 2 so far (and Grav is not included).
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Post by Arn Hart on Oct 10, 2013 3:40:08 GMT -8
“All the more refreshments for us then.” Grav said to Clark with a friendly grin. “Have a brew!” He slid a glass across the table towards the Morellian. The large man actually seemed considerably more sober now, perhaps as a result of emptying his stomach earlier. He was still plastered enough though that you wouldn’t trust him with a vehicle, or weapon… or family pet, but his speech and co-ordination had significantly improved.
Arn continued to mind his surroundings, showing little interest in the conversation. His attention had become drawn for a moment to the man with weapon the size of his new companion, but not for long. The real threats were usually the ones that kept their weapons and intentions hidden.
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