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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Oct 16, 2013 9:47:49 GMT -8
Orfao "Eyes of a Goddamned Eagle" The Fatherless looked at Hiro and shrugged.
"I am just as confused as you are....I....I've got nothing...."
At that point, he squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose, a Migraine slamming into his head out of no where...It dissipated a moment later, but his eyes still throbbed a little bit...
"I am not overly fond of this planet. Shall we deal with Superman over there and get out of here?"
His lilting accent was difficult to decipher due to his irritation, but the point was there none the less. He turned and focused on Bloodshot stepping out of the jungle. He slid his left side forward, left hand resting on his thigh, his right hand behind his back, the back of his hand against the small of his back. He waited, opening himself up to the Force.....It was nearly time. This was getting to be ridiculous. He was trying to enjoy a tea with a new friend, and people kept showing up and being dicks. The time for quiet deflection was at an end. He would defend himself, and his friend. And that was that....
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Post by The Holy Man on Oct 16, 2013 9:59:15 GMT -8
As Orfao moved, I matched him, putting my right side forward as I moved my walking stick to my left hand, holding it behind me. My right hand moved forward, but not outstretched towards the newcomer. Now we stood, back to back, with the Force pooling around us.
As annoying as the ache in my head was, I ignored it. It seemed to plague my companion as well... Maybe this was our punishment for bringing trouble to this place. The Whills did not seem very happy that it was happening, and they must have thought it was our fault. With this man standing in front of us with his gun raised, there had to be a reason that trouble had come here.
I looked out at the masked man, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear.
What is it that you want from us?
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 22, 2013 9:59:33 GMT -8
It was quite a scene that was unfolding on the distant cliff. Two men had been having a conversation, an all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. Some psychopath on a war droid had crashed the party, but had suddenly disappeared not moments after. Then, a second assailant had showed up, and after some supernatural events, the three were now in a standoff, with guns pointed and tension rising.
At least that was what Tarak could surmise through the scope of his rifle. With the advanced zoom of his E-5s, Tarak could see all that he needed to. The target of these incursions, Hiro, was present.
Tarak leaned away from his rifle for a moment so that he could pull out his datapad and type something into it.
Enc type: 94649
Coordinates: 011 259 63
Contact has been made. Subject confirmed 97% match. Operatives on scene.
Tarak put his eye back up to the scope of the weapon, looking back over the span that separated him from those he was viewing. He was about a kilometer and a half away from the cliff, on a jungle-covered hillside. Hidden behind a makeshift blind, he was confident that he could not be seen from 100 meters away, let alone 1.5 kilometers. Tarak didn't make any actions yet... He just waited until his datapad made a tiny chirp.
Enc type: 94649
Coordinates: 314 855 13
Subdue target. Collateral damage is cleared. Clock is ticking.
After Tarak read the message, he put his eye back to the scope, and trained his vision on Hiro. He adjusted his optics, taking into account for distance, altitude, and wind. With a deep breath, he held it in as his finger pulled the trigger.
But it wasn't a round or bolt of energy that came from his rifle. Instead, he had used one of the unique features that his weapon had been upgraded with. Even at this distance, he was able to 'tag' his target's heat signature, so that he could track it with the HUD in his helmet. Once he confirmed that his target was successfully tagged, he packed his rifle away and picked up his equipment. Careful to leave as little a trace as he could in this sacred place, he set off, jogging at first until he was comfortable with a dead sprint through the jungle.
To take a shot at his target from so far away when he had to be taken alive was crazy. If he had made the shot, and it had managed not to kill the man, he was too far away to collect the man in a timely manner before one of the other hunters did it first. No, he would have to get close in this one.
Tarak closed the distance, slowly but surely. With some of his equipment augmenting his voyage, he was able to traverse the wilderness of this planet without the difficulty that it would have taken another. With use of strategically-placed thrusters in his pieces of armor, he was able to prolong jumps, clear larger heights, and even remain airborne for some periods of time.
All he knew was that time was running out, and that he had to close that distance as quickly as possible.
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Post by The Holy Man on Oct 23, 2013 9:37:19 GMT -8
My eyes were focused straight ahead at the man ahead of us. The tension was rising in the air, and we were all stuck in a stalemate. So I made my move.
With a sigh, I lowered my shoulders and looked over at Orfao. I moved my walking stick in front of him, handing it to him.
Can you hold that? I need to pee.
This standoff was getting me annoyed, and my bladder wasn't helping. So I left the other two men where they were, and calmly walked over into the jungle, meandering my way in farther to find a quiet secluded place. Once I was out of view from the camp and the other men, I moved my robes around and began to relieve myself.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 24, 2013 9:49:46 GMT -8
Tarak moved like an animal through the jungle, with incredible grace and speed. In a matter of no time, he was very close to his target. As he continued through the woods, he saw the heat signature moving through the foliage, away from the cliff side. As he got closer, he lightened his step, making almost no noise. Now he was in predatory mode. His prey was ahead, alone and away from the others. Tarak kept low, moving deftly at his target. When he was close enough, he struck swiftly.
It was a thing of beauty, really. Tarak circled towards Hiro's back while he was occupied, and launched himself off of a downed tree. As his body flew through the air, his right hand moved out, extending and activating a stun baton. As Tarak fell towards Hiro, he swung the baton down at the man's back, all without making a sound.
Tarak landed on his feet beside the man, hoping that he wouldn't have noticed the hunter's approach. This Force user was strong enough to warrant a bounty of 50 million credits. It shouldn't have been this easy, but maybe today was Tarak's lucky day.
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Post by The Holy Man on Oct 24, 2013 10:10:32 GMT -8
Ah. There are fewer things that feel better than relieving the pressure on your bladder. I stood out in the open, enjoying a brief moment of peace before I had to go back to... whatever was happening at the campsite. I finished up, and gave the ceremonial shake, since that was what men stereotypically did in these situations. Right?
As I looked up, my sight spread out into the forest, taking in the beautiful nature scenery before me. As I did, I felt a slight tickling sensation on the back of my neck. I knew it couldn't be the man from the cliff... If he had made a move, Orfao would have taken care of him. Not that he was going to stop standing absolutely still like he had been for the past week. It was strange, but what can you do.
As the sensation on the back of my neck grew, I turned around, just in time to see a man flying through the air at me. Startled, I brought my hand up to defend myself, channeling the Force through it... But it was too late. I felt something hit me in the head, and before I knew it, electricity was coursing over me, jolting my system and cutting off my connection with the Force. I hit the ground hard, and everything went black.
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Post by Bloodshot on Oct 24, 2013 10:19:55 GMT -8
The distance from the edge of the woods to the two men in the clearing must have been a LOT longer than it looked, because Bloodshot could have sworn it shouldn't have taken him any more than a minute to get into his preferred attack range, yet clearly more than five had passed since he stepped out of the woods. Not only had the target gotten bored and decided to relieve himself before Bloodshot made it into that preferred range of his, but now another being was showing up on his scanners in the trees above the target. A being who his ships scanners had placed a kilometer and a half away AFTER the Umbaran left the cover of the trees. This is the last frakking time I come to this frakking planet. He lowered his gun and stopped, still twenty meters from Orfao, then gestured with the firearm in the direction Hiro had gone.
You gonna go help your buddy or do I have to save his ass?
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 25, 2013 9:37:08 GMT -8
As Tarak's arm came down, Hiro was turning and saw the attack, but he was too late to stop it. The stun baton made contact with his head, and the man dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Tarak held the baton out and prodded the man again to make sure he was out, and when he was satisfied, he returned the stun baton to his belt.
He reached down with his left hand, procuring half a dozen spherical black objects from one of his utility pouches. He threw them out, between himself and the cliff where he knew the others were, fanning them so they would cover a wide area. The objects were proximity flash-bang grenades, and he activated them via HUD after they landed on the ground. Now, if anyone got close enough to them, they would detonate, but do no harm to the environment. It wouldn't stop someone, but it would let him know if anyone followed.
With a strong heave, Tarak reached down and lifted the unconscious Hiro over his shoulder and started off deeper into the jungle. He had spotted a clearing not far away, so as he moved, he used his HUD to command his Firespray to that location. After a few minutes, he heard the ship coming overhead, and watched as it set down just as he broke into the clearing.
The boarding ramp opened just as he reached it, and he walked up into the ship, out of breath from carrying the man over his shoulder. He heaved the man off of his shoulder and into a containment cell in the cargo hold, fitting stun cuffs on the man's wrists so that he would be cut off from the Force. After locking the man in the cell and activating the energy field, Slade climbed into the cockpit of the ship to prepare for takeoff.
Moments later, as the ship lifted off the ground, Tarak sent out another message on his datapad.
Enc type: 94649
Coordinates: 011 259 63
Subject detained. En route.
The ship rocked as it lifted into the sky, and away from the Planet of the Whills. Tarak had seen some interesting things in that regard, but he was more than happy to make a quick escape before he invoked their wrath. With his cargo secure in the hold, his ship turned itself and lunged forward out of the atmosphere.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Oct 25, 2013 10:13:28 GMT -8
"Well that was....unexpected..."
One second he was preparing to defend against Bloodshot, the next he was holding Hiro's walking stick as the man wandered off to take a piss in the middle of the beginning of a fight....Then Hiro was knocked out and being removed before he had a chance to blink....He hated this place. It was confusing and the Whills were kind of Dicks..... He stood there, dumbfounded and more than a little confused......he slowly turned his head to Bloodshot and called his tea cup back to his hand and lifted it towards the Merc.
"Tea?"
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Post by Bloodshot on Oct 25, 2013 20:02:39 GMT -8
Sir, I'm picking up a second craft on a descending approach vector. I believe it means to land. The voice was that of Bloodshot's pilot droid, and was being relayed via a secure tight-beam transmission directly to his helmet's comm system. As such, it would not be picked up by anyone else in the vicinity.
Let it land, then take it out of commission. The response was sent via the same manner, albeit in reverse order, and Bloodshot's voice would be inaudible outside his mask. No point in giving away info I don't have to. He raised his empty hand to decline the tea and switched his helmet's voice box to the external speakers. No thanks. Then he began the trek toward the fleeing hunter and his prey, ignoring the flashbangs as his helmet compensated for the sensory explosions. Guess he knows I'm coming.
As instructed, the FEG pilot droid waited until the firespray had landed, then angled the Helix class interceptor into a dive and switched power from the sensor mask to the ion cannons and opened fire on the immobile craft.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 28, 2013 9:43:45 GMT -8
Just as Tarak had slapped the stun cuffs on his prey and locked him into the cell, he turned to climb the ladder up into the cockpit. Just as his head popped up into the cockpit, the ship rocked from an exterior impact. He held on tight, and once the ship settled, he climbed up into the pilot's chair for a quick assessment.
From the outside, there were scorch marks on the ground from the ion cannon as most of the volley missed. However, a couple of the shots hit, and the shield indicator was flashing red. He still had power, since the ion cannon was only one that could fit on a fighter, but no shields to protect himself. Tarak moved his fingers deftly, powering through commands.
Oh hell no.
Within moments, he had redirected power from his fried shields to... a second shield generator, one of the more useful features this ship had. He also activated the thrusters, lifting the ship off the ground just as his HUD alerted him that the flash mines had been activated.
As Tarak hammered the throttle to launch the ship up into the sky, he saw the marker for the ship that had fired upon him. He moved his hand over the weapons control module, keeping one eye on that ship and what it was doing.
As the ship lifted off the ground and made it's way up and away from the planet, Tarak sent out another message on his datapad.
Enc type: 94649
Coordinates: 011 259 63
Subject detained. En route.
The ship rocked as it lifted into the sky, and away from the Planet of the Whills. Tarak had seen some interesting things in that regard, but he was more than happy to make a quick escape before he invoked their wrath. With his cargo secure in the hold, his ship turned itself and lunged forward out of the atmosphere.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 19:17:18 GMT -8
*Four Sentinel Class landed on Thython open terrain. The hangers swung open & a fistful of monstrous cat peple stormed out of the vessels followed by Collins, head of the SI, An Tiarna's own personal bodyguard & last but not least the monster man himself & his pretty but deadly granddaughter. An Tiarna carried a flag baring a heraldic harp at center. The ancient warrior king spoke in a voice that shook the trees around him*
I, An Tiarna Dubh, Master of all things Dark; just ask the poor souls who maintain the sewage system, kung fu, jujitsu & a whole bunch of other shite you ain’t even heard of before, proud father of half of theknow JvS Universe… (well maybe not that proud….); that bulge in my kilt ain’t no gun, self- professed alcoholic; the Liquor Licence Control Board sends me Sithmas cards, King of the IF, Scorn of the Mighty & a legend in my own mind….
*Gazing about defiantly stamped the flag with into the ground & spoke triumphantly*
‘Declare this planet as the property of the proud people at Guinness Brewery!!’
*The Ancient Warrior, who’s stare could cut down a douglas fir tree, know to fart Force Lightening & had breath that would drop a camel, stood definantly*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 19:42:49 GMT -8
* Collins weeping openly muttered under his breath*
-Collins-
'Why do I work for this lunatic??'
*Quickly gaining his composure he looked around as the close protection crew spread out thoroughly canvassing the area keeping an eye on all around him and subtly covering the Big Man’s granddaughter, who stood smiling with a shit eating grin watching the old man. Collins was mesmerized for a moment casing out Mórrígan as opposed to watching out for her slapped himself in the face and henceforth returned to his duty*
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 8, 2016 21:18:37 GMT -8
Cormac, summoned to this deep core shite pile by An Tiarna for this momentous occasion, smiled as he smoked his cigarette. Himself was sitting on a large cooler, waiting for the old man to finish his jawing about. When he did so, he stood and let the cigarette hang from his lips as he started pulling pints from what was now revealed to be a kegerator.
"Alright da, very exciting, pints now?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 21:52:32 GMT -8
*An Tiarna turns, a smile cracking the stoic face*
'Is that even a question?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 22:40:17 GMT -8
* Mórrígan cracks a smile and waves*
"Dia dhuit Cormac...."
*Turning to Big Ugly she speaks*
"Off to check to check out the place.... hear they have a huge library here!"
*With that she skips away, Collins with four men on close protection right behind her*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 7:51:20 GMT -8
*An Tiarna listens as scouts give their reports as to the condition on Tython's open terrain. Quitely contemplating at last shouting out in an ear splitting voice*
'Maith go leor.... \let us move on & see just where... how... indeed why these things live....'
*IF forces immediately form into a spear formation with Big Ugly at center & cautiously advance*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 17:23:13 GMT -8
*Moving forward with ease An Tiarna observing the scene made an executive decision. He was on a comm. immediately barking out orders, to troops on the ground & in ships in orbit on an open link*
::I want OPERATION SCUM ROUNDUP to advance into the sacrilegious Church of the Exceptionally Awful Oder of Whill-Billies immediately & OPERATION K-BOOM to commence without delay. All other ships will pull out & return to Manaan, with exception of the one so that we intend to blow to pieces & another so that we may book it to split when the shit hits the fan.. or maybe more accurately the surface. I want the bomb that hit Nagasaki to appear like a firecracker in compare::
*With that An Tiarna cuts the comm. & with but a wave of his hand all forces rapidly advance on the temple. This is indeed an aggressive move but behind obvious show of power is transparently not one intended on lengthy occupation*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 20:09:29 GMT -8
*Just as the IF troops, led by An Tiarna, dragging allied troops along with them disappear in the direction of the temple an Enforcer Class Picket Cruiser is evacuated of all but a skeleton crew & packed with human biological compost waste enters the atmosphere sailing towards the surface at an accelerated pace. Colliding with the ground the ship spontaneously explodes rocking the very planet an ominous mushroom cloud lifting up from the hit*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 22:28:38 GMT -8
*As the cloud lifted a patch of scorched earth, hundreds of miles in diameter, was left in the wake of the bombing; the planet now bared a proud Iron Fists tattoo. A memento of sorts worn by many another place in the universe wide*
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