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Post by Will Sontir on Oct 6, 2013 22:59:40 GMT -8
As the Mandalorian leader and the Jedi came together with a cacophonous clash the other armoured warriors used the distraction to sort themselves out and set off in pursuit of the fleeing fugitives from Kads justice. The stun beam seemed to dissipate in midair, another use of the Jedi's heathen powers they assumed. The man who fired it snarled and re-holstered his blaster before tearing a wicked-looking beskar mace from his side. A guttural muttering from the amrmored forms signified a new plan and three of them, Mort and the other two that had been staggered by the Force push turned and darted down an adjecent corridor in an attempt to head off the fleeing women and the gurney. Yurk, with the beskar mace, stalked forward towards Dorn and the Jedi as the remaining two vode rushed forward, seeking to dart past Dorn and Will as they rolled and came to their feet...
As Hector watched the blue stun discharge fade he plowed through the Jedi's shield, the lingering effects feeling strange, like a tightness on his skin. He spat and snarled out curses in Mando'a as he barreled into Will, once again defiled by the Jedi spellcraft. His armoured bulk, in excess of two-hundred and fifty pounds hit the Jedi like a beskar missile, no doubt knocking the wind from the other man despite his clever move. Hector found himself rolled over the recumbent form and thrust over to crash down on his back. Not that he took said counter lying down, despite his brief horizontal pose. With a grunt he allowed his momentum to roll him further and twisted sideways to twirl back over his shoulder as his helmet was torn from his head violently. He blinked in the harsh glare of the hospital lighting, his eyes struggling to adjust from the snug glow of his HUD. The added distance meant that, as he came up on one knee, the Jedi's blade lacked the range to sit nicely at his neck and he wasn't about to give the Jedi time to correct that. With the extra space and time the tiny increase in distance afforded him Dorn flicked his own blade up with his right hand to attempt to bat the lightsaber high before it advanced further and gave him a laser-straight shave. His left hand arched around, fifteen inch beskar claws deploying from their concealed sheath to stab towards Wills forearm, probably the only part of the Jedi in range at this time...
Meanwhile, as bodies flitted past to either side of the two combatants, the three Mando's that had taken the side passage burst intot he main corridor about ten meters further down the hall and sought sign of their prey.
The Mandalorian leader expertly brought a blade up to deflect Master Son'tir's lightsaber with a blade of his own, driving his blade up and away. A ping from the Force told Will that he should allow it and go with the momentum; and just as he was lifting his blade up to bring his own expert weight to bear-- another claw-blade reveals itself from a hidden sheath on the Mandalorian's forearm. But as the Mando was bringing it to bear, Will was already incidentally clearing it from harm. The momentum of the Mando's attacking hand would have brought his hand opposite across his body, not an ideal place to block what is coming. Will's left elbow now across own chest towards his right hand (with both hands bearing on his hilt of his lightsaber), and bringing all of his agility into this one swipe across this Mando's throat-- making sure Will is not known for idle threats.
With any luck, Will would bring this Mando to swift justice. But even if the attack is unsuccessful, Son'tir utilizes a Force Asstisted somersault to volt away and put his energy into a Force Speed down the hall way. Will needed to catch up with the others. Son'tir's Mastery level awareness allowed him to keep track of the Force presences of all that are included. It wasn't much of an effort to find where they were. The contingent of Mandalorians that have pursued were still scrambling to get themselves off the floor and regroup. One of the Jedi before him, must have been Dav's Padawan as she is the only one conscious with the training, had melting the circuitry for the lift and pried the doors open.
Without hesitation, Will dove straight down into the shaft and flipped to have his feet fall first on top of the lift ceiling with a rough -clunk- (perhaps alarming the occupants. Will quickly in the whole that another light saber cut and found the other three he was looking for. Joshua stuggling to find his bearing among the conscious.
Will's piercing blue eyes assesses those around him and up the shaft where the Mandalorians will still be pursuing.
"We got to move." Will pinged the doors to open, and looked at Joshua who was still opening his eyes. "Hey, kid, you good to travel? we got to go." Part of Will was conflicted by the idea of running from Mandalorians; partly a pride thing, partly a duty thing. Will needed to keep hold of the rational truth: The Mandalorians are here for them.
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Post by Corr on Oct 7, 2013 4:05:15 GMT -8
Te stab of his claws met only fabric, perhaps slicing through a bit of the Jedi Masters sleeve as the man deftly avoided injury by utilising his superior agility. There was little time to parry as the lightsaber whipped around, his heavier weapon harder to redirect, and came streaking in towards his throat. Raising his left hand he was too late to stop all the blow, the beskar claws clashing into the energy blade and sending the glowing shaft of energy high to burn along from his cheek straight up through his eye and up to his hairline. Falling back with a howl of pain, smoke trailing from his destroyed eye, he took tow staggering steps backwards before sinking to one knee. He saw the Jedi execute a flawless back flip, teeth gritted as he stared through one tear-logged eye, trying to follow his enemy as the man seemed to blur into motion, streaking off down the corridor at ridiculous speed.
With white hot agony burning in his right eye the Mandalorian Commander stood and walked slowly over to where his helmet rested on the ground, ignoring the sounds of sirens and alarms blazing in the background. The wound had cauterised leaving a perfectly straight line from the prominence of his right cheek, up through his right eye socket, up to the center of his forehead, right at the hairline. Returning his helmet to his head he gestured the remaining Mando's to him and started down the corridor Hector vowing to hunt the Jedi that took his eye to the ends of the galaxy and back...
The hospital was in an uproar. Most had been evacuated and were now milling about in the speeder ark and landing zones to the front and side of the main building. A fire had broke out in sector two and firefighters were attempting to get things under control there as security forces sought to set up a perimeter.
Meanwhile, at the trubolifts...
Confusion reigned among the Mandalorians as the crazy girls streaked through them, the gurney likewise finding its way through the hail of blaster bolts and armoured forms. They were trying to track the fast-moving objects, re-positioning in light of the events unfolding, when the Jedi girl was suddenly among them, twisting this way and that, batting back their attempt to gun her down. One of the Mado's hit the deck as redirected fire found gaps in the beskar coverage. One staggered slightly as the slight female bumped into him, lashing out with his beskad held in left hand only to cut air as she fell to the ground before him.
And to him and his fellow that was where she stayed. For any outside observer it would seem strange as the two armoured forms plowed blasterfire into an unoccupied bit of floor, their shots superheating the metal deck beneath the tiles.
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Joshua
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Post by Joshua on Oct 9, 2013 17:43:26 GMT -8
With the temporary blindness caused by the extinguisher came a heightened awareness, a re-connection to the Force. Having one of ones senses removed will often force one to rely on others. Fortunately for Joshua he had the Force.His mind calmed immediately, drawing on his power to shunt aside the stinging pain and the mounting panic, settling into a center of peace and serenity as his mind reached out to his surroundings, finding his balance in the real world. It was still a struggle to differentiate between the here and now and the inense visions that had immersed him for the last several hours. Never before had he become so enraptured with the possible futures and scenario's the Force had decided to reveal to him. He wasn't sure any Jedi had. Even when Flow Walking among the Aing-Ti he hadn't felt such depth, such immersion in the events seen through mystical eyes. He felt he could still smell the burning tree's of Yavin IV, a sense that brought with it mounting fear and despair such was its potency.
Again he shunted such feelings away and drew himself to the surroundings. Tears streaked his eyes as he opened them, blinking furiously to try and regain some measure of sight. He could feel familiar presences nearby and took comfort from that fact. Syla was close, her frantic and disheveled mind easy to pick out from the chaos surrounding them. Sirens blared in his ears, some kind of fire alarm, and the sense of panic and concern permeated the air. He blinked again to clear the tears and felt the warm presence of Alexis fill his mind as she reached out to him, their natural empathy meeting like two hands clasping, strengthening each other immeasurably.
"Alexis..."
He smiled as he whispered her name, finally reaching a place where he could let go of the Force's insistence on coming events and wrest his mind back to the here and now. As he blinked a third time another presence drew attention as it clanged down on the lift from above, a strong steady maturity that could only come from a Master of the Force, yet there was a mischievous tang to it that was all Corellian.
"Master Son'tir."
His voice was an urbane drawl as the Will dropped down into the compartment, a calm greeting that would have been more at home if they were bumping into each other in the Jedi Temple rather than encountering each other in a combat situation.
"You've been well I trust?"
He opened his eyes fully, finally able to see through the tears, and gave a small nod of confirmation at Will's question. He smiled over the mans shoulder as Syla sprang into view, followed shortly by Alexis, and stepped out into the corridor, staggering slightly as the fatigue and pain reasserted themselves. His left hand reached out to steady himself against the way while his right, still clutching the lightsaber, went to his still wounded side.
His head turned left and right, scanning the corridor, before glancing to the others.
"The Mando's?"
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Post by syla on Oct 10, 2013 4:04:53 GMT -8
*Syla was poking her left arm. No feeling. Crap, it was tottaly done for. She couldnt get any connection over to the cybernetics either, must have shorted out. at least Josh was up. As the jedi looked at her she smiled widely. They had been a part of one crasy ride fater the other, and she was soon loosing hope of a happy ending, but josh on her feet? Shait! We might just make it. For the Cyberpunk Padawan, Josh really represented a Jedi. Hope. She didnt know these other jedi, but was thankfull for their help.*
"Right on our heels, as always, Joshy. Hey, jedi dude and jedi chick, how the heck did you find us? Did you get our message?"
*Then, it hit her. The alarm had sounded for a good while now, and she didnt give it any attention in her crazy ride through the hospital, but now she realised they may be in big trouble. The outside cameras showed commando police forces setting up a peremiter. Lots of guns. Also, someone has started to lock her out of the sistems. An anti-hacker... she will soon go blind to the happenings of the place, and if she looses full controll, she might never see LEGO again.*
"Guys, the pigs are here, packing heat. I need to get LEGO and my DeeCee from their storage lockers before they lock me out of the sistem. This is my floor."
*The elovator suddenly stopped and she got out as soon as the door opened. Looking back, she grinned.*
"Take care of josh. I will track you guys down, dont worry about me!"
*And with that, she was running down the elovator, fighting the Anti-hacker with halfassed efforts, trying to gain more time or forever be locked out of the sistem, locked out of the storeroom, locked away from her beloved LEGO.*
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Oct 21, 2013 13:28:04 GMT -8
Alexis was quickly delighted that she had stepped, or rather, rolled away from the hole she'd carved into the ceiling of the lift as a large lightsaber-wielding Corellian dropped through with a bang! She was scrambling to think of something else to get them out of her as she got to her feet.
I felt an answering warmth as Josh replied, and I turned to face him, filled with horror as I realized how close to the edge he was, right side of his clothes still bloody as he tried to stay on his feet. Two lightsabers in a lift are too much, so I dowsed mine and moved over to Josh, wrapping my left arm around him to keep him from falling.
"Lean on me, Josh, we'll get you out of here. Promise." She smiled up at him, then as quickly looked away, to the odd cyberpunk girl. "Message? No---I didn't get one, but, you needed me so I came." She quit talking, not sure how to explain the odd circumstances that had led her here in the nick of time to aid a Jedi she'd only met once or twice briefly. But, Syla quickly left before Alexis could even yell at her to wait...
She looked up at Will, a Jedi who oddly reminded her of Dav, hoping he knew what to do. "What's next? He needs healing, fast..." She knew she could take care of minor injuries easily, and get him stable, but beyond that she'd need much more concentration and given the current precarious nature of their position she didn't think she'd get that, at least, not right here and now.
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Post by Will Sontir on Oct 26, 2013 12:35:20 GMT -8
As the steampunked individual left the lift, Master Will Son'tir takes point out of the lift as well and leads the group to the nearest exit, the alarms are still blaring, his lightsaber still lit, his robe earlier disgarded, his his clothes, face and beard, caked with dust-- his piercing blue eyes remained vigilant as they pass the still abandoned front desk. He takes stalk of the fortified outside, he then he throws a glance back to Alexis now choosing to answer her question, glancing between the younger jedi still in attendace. "He'll be fine for now, He is just getting his legs under him. We need to clear a path to our ride." the Jedi Master points to the Corellian freighter he chose when he left the Jedi Temple on Coruscant what feels like a long time ago. "When we get clear of this it should be smooth sailing. . .into hell." Will focused on a strategy to get to the freighter.
A ping in the Force tells Will he does not have much time, as a the ceiling begins to super heat near them. . . .
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Post by Joshua on Oct 28, 2013 2:00:01 GMT -8
Joshua coughed heavily in the gathering smoke but flashed a lopsided smile at Alexis, trying to reassure her. Little did he know that his lips were speckled with claret and his face was so pale as to be near-transparent. The Force thundered through him at an alarming rate, his aura a roaring maelstrom to them, threatening to engulf the fragile body of flesh and bone that tried to contain it.
"I'm okay, kid, though Dressel won't be getting my thumbs up as a holiday destination."
He leaned heavily on her as they made their way to the emergency exits, Will leading the way with his lightsaber blazing in his hand. Seeing their goal brought a sigh to Joshua followed by another sigh at the obstacles in getting there. Dressels security forces were everywhere and there stirring the pot; several armoured figures...
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Post by Corr on Oct 28, 2013 4:12:53 GMT -8
Rak Vorath and Garm Ellis stood withe the captain of the Dressilian security forces, a dour man named Ter Merrik. It hadn't taken much to convince the captain that all this chaos and destruction was the Jedi's doing. Doctored images from Algara II had displayed the carnage Kierra-Solo had wrought on his mad path of insanity, a Force-assisted river of destruction that had meandered its way to Dressels shores. The addition of two of the Jedi's kin was bad news for the planet, the Mandalorians had pointed out, and only a combined effort could justice be brought to the criminals. The Mandalorians had been clever in sowing discord against the three and painting them as an evil that must be stopped at all costs. They had also cautioned against trying to take the Jedi alive, pointing out the failed attempts of the past few hours and not needing to point out the destruction such failures had caused. The hospital trembled on its foundations and smoke billowed from windows and vents. Firefighters worked frantically to save the structure while being careful not to run afoul of the mad sorcerers.
Rak nodded his head as he received the massage from Hector inside the building. The team that had gone in, only four of the eight accounted for, were heading for a different exit from the one the Jedi had headed towards. The structure was unsound and they thought it unlikely to be able to continue their pursuit. The appearance of the Jedi Master had muddied the waters somewhat and Hector had cautioned engaging him directly without vastly superior numbers. The Jedi female had also proved a handful despite her slight appearance. No longer were they dealing with one injured knight and a crazy punk, but two fully fit and healthy Force-users as well as their original prey. Still, the vode saw it as a boon that they had a chance to eradicate even more of the hated Forcies from the galaxy and had doe their best to stack the odds in their favour.
Twenty men and women of the security forces crouched behind a hastily erected barrier of plasteel and duracrte debris, their blasters trained on the exit most likely to be used by their targets, according to their Mandalorian allies. These innocent dupes waited in varied states of terror for the appearance of the dangerous fugitives, ready to do what was necessary to protect themselves and their people. They had been told to give no quarter but how staunch they were in the face of such orders was yet to be seen and their resolve wavered in the face of such unmerciful conduct...
Here they come...
Garms voice growled out from his helmets vocoder and he smoothly drew a blaster pistol from his right hip while stepping sideways away from his companion. Rak followed suit an they both sidestepped to the left, towards where the Jedi X-Wing sat on its hardstand. Any attempt to get close had been thwarted by the fighters astromech and they hadn't had time to bring a strike down upon the hated craft. They also hadn't had time to locate the other Jedi's craft, the Corellian freighter one of several ships in attendance. Thinking that the Jedi would make a run for their ships, the Mandalorians sought to interpose themselves on the Jedi's most likely escape and claim the glory for themselves...
A cacophony of clicks heralded the sounds of blasters being taken off of safety and the steeling of nerves as the security forces prepared to mow down the emerging knights before they could bring their powers to bear...
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Post by syla on Oct 28, 2013 17:57:50 GMT -8
You had stile when you had the words "THIS IS YOU" displayed on your hud besides a red dot running around on a map. Not to mention having an Instagram-like "Retro" filter on said map. Comic Sans for font. Lets just say it was a very stylish HUD minimap. And god damnit it was useful! Left, right, strait strait left, and then she found the door. She was gradually kicked out of the sistem, just one more door and a safe, please pleaseplease petty please... and the door opens. SHe found herself in the patiant safe area, where the patients personal effects are stored. Luckily this was evacuated and empty. The stuff on the other hand was left.
Most importantly: HER STUFF.
But, the safes did not open. They had locked her out of this command protocol, and she would have to fight her way back. For herself and her friends. Locking her out electronally? FUCK YOU DUDE! Her right arm was still working. She could still use the inbuilt electronic lockpick. Engaging the lockpick, it didnt take her a lot of time to phisicaly lock the anti-hackers out of the safes and then start an emergency protocol to open them. She had software stored for occations like that, plus, it helped if you could quickly cut cables and connect to them.
ANd there it was. LEGO and her DeeCee 17. They must have been in a hurry to put her stuff together like this. There was the interchangable weapon sistem, her well stocked toolbelt, and a black box with a hook on the top. She worked fast.
Later, when the security tapes are watched, a policeman leaks the futage to the HOLO-tube, and quits his job, living happily ever after on that lone salery.
The futage showed a woman in her younger middle ages, our friendly padawan cyberpunk. In short, she had some misshaps. For the first, putting the harness of the DeeCee around her shoulder was not hard at all, and that went fine. Then came the belt. It was a heavy toolbelt filled with attachments for her weapon, torches, a large Togorian Flashlight (actually lightsaber) and countless other things. Usefull things. Now, taking that on would show to be hard, using only one hand. She tried in so many ways! She manadged to get one side up around her waist, then she pushed herself to the wall to hold it in place so she could attach the other, but then she realised that she used the working arm to put up the first half and she couldnt really reach around. Then the wall was in the way. Then the belt fell down. Then, she changed tactics. She attached the belt clasps first, and then put it down the floor, and tried to crawl through it. She came chest level, and even if she wasnt MISS NAR SHADAA (yet! She has long wondered how Boob guns would feel like) she had enough affinity in the chest area to fail miserably... again.
So, she finally got in. How? She opened the clasp, put the belt down on the floor in all its gloryness, and rolled into it.
She suspected one of the enemy factions knowing where she was, because of her hacking. She needed somewhere else to be and she found the perfect place. Her final deed in this room was to simply bind LEGO to her left, paralised arm with liquid cable. Putting a wire in LEGO and then into her neck, she now could have a chance to fight back the anti-hackers.
She found the medical storage... yes ... yes... yes... her reasons of being here might have been tottaly innocent, or... well... maybe not. Sure, she DID need something for her arm, and maybe something for the pain theyr little group might encounter, maybe some sleeping pills to forget about the nightmares of war, downers, uppers... Soon, her leather jacket was full packed.
Meanwhile, LEGO had gained back power over the cameras.
She saw the police outside, she even saw a glimmer of Mando here and there but they knew how to better elude cameras. SHe also saw her friends. They were heading right into a full blown ambush. Jedi or not jedi, if they could withstand a blaster wolley, they would have survived Order 66. She put herself through to the corridor Josh, WIll, and Alexis were heading through (By now they are surely off the elovators).Guys! ITs syla man! Turn around! You are running strait into an ambush man! Tottaly unhealthy! Many holes! Take a left in the intersec.- behind you, and then continue to the northern gate! Its safer there!It wasnt safer there. The police had the entire place locked down, nobody in-out deal. The little group wouldnt have survived a barrage from the northern defenders the same way as their current heading. But them turning around gave Syla time...
She did everything she could to distract the police, and that is why the northern gate was the best. HUGE parking lot. Filled with cars. Finding ones with Slave Chips were not even hard. On a planet run by a droid-thing?
She kinda liked this place.************************************************************ Just as Josh, Will and Alexis would run strait into an ambush and do what jedi do best: Trigger Traps, hover-cars came to life.
Two just marely lifted from the ground in the parking lot. One lifted in the Parking Compound right beside the hospital on the second floor. It raised itself above the railing and got ready. Some might have seen it, but they would be more concerned with the car coming down the road. This one was not hovering. This one was wheeled and nobody sat behind the wheel. It started off slowly, but as soon as Syla could see the police taking notice through that little forward camera, she hit the gas with this one. She had been relaying orders to the autopilots, and they were ready... and then all hell broke loose. Just a couple seconds before the jedi would burst through whatever door they would burst through on the north side, they would find a battlefield.
A wheeled car aimed to ram the large armoured command vehicle. The ACV wouldnt get much hurt, everyone inside would surely be intact but she hoped to at least vault it over or make the top gun (they always have a mounted gun of sorts) out of the way. The same time, two random cars popped out from among the sea of vehicles and charged for the police line. She aimed to have the two cars pass just close enough for the commandos to duck behind cover, and then lay the cars to rest... on their sides. Basically, they would be a barricade behind a barricade.
And then would the car in the parking house speed out, and try to land behind the newly set up car barricade, the moment it lands, the doors would pop open, and the slave circuit get disengaged... IF all goes well.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Oct 29, 2013 10:45:28 GMT -8
Alexis bit back a furious "I am not a child" retort as such an outburst would be simply petulant. Instead, she pulled Josh closer, shouldering his weight as the two of them followed Will. So far it seemed a little quiet, but she was sure this would not last long. "Master Sontir, I've got my fighter here," luckily he'd chosen to land near it, "I can give you some cover then jump after you." If Arr-Eight was following orders, they'd be ready to take off almost before they actually got to their ships. They just had to get through the Mandalorians between them and that point. She looked up as more alarms went off. Instead of trying to pass Will in the corridor, she kept a bit behind him fully aware that her strongest point was not use of her lightsaber in combat. She was built a bit slightly for that. Not to mention, she was supporting Josh as well, ignoring their physical closeness as she focused on surviving this encounter and getting off this ball of dust.
She barely glanced at Josh, briefly smiling at his attempt to be humorous while she tried to figure out where they could go from here. Will hadn't told them yet where he was headed, but Alexis was feeling a nagging bit of worry in the depths of her psyche, as if she was edging closer and closer to where she really really did not want to be. She spoke quietly to Josh, breathing heavily as she felt herself tiring, "It's ok, we'll get you out of here, besides--" she blew her bangs out of her eyes so she could see better, "I still have to yell at you for attracting this much chaos." She could easily see the connection between him and Dav.
Suddenly there were crashing noises from up ahead. Alexis blinked as a vehicle went flying past in front of them and crashed noisily. As the Mandalorians seemed just as surprised as she was, she guessed only that Syla had found some way to help them out again. She hoped very much that the cyberpunk lass managed to make it offworld. She didn't know any women her age. Not really anyway. And it would be fun to have someone to talk to.
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Post by Corr on Oct 29, 2013 15:20:42 GMT -8
The chaos that ensued following the sudden activation of previously idle vehicles was enough to spook the already half-panicked security forces into disarray, Some discharged their blasters frantically towards the emerging Jedi, the suddenly awakened vehicles, the sky... Lacking military discipline their shots went mostly wide though some pinged off windscreen, speared innocent clouds, or zinged dangerously towards the three figures emerging from the northern entrance. Most of the twenty or so men and women of the Desselian security services left their cover to back away fearfully, totally believing the Jedi were controlling the speeders with their foul sorcery. Bodies dived left and right as the machines soared this way and that.
Ter Merrik tried to yell orders and restore discipline, waving his hands frantically at his men for them to reform. Such was his scrutiny that he didn't notice the battered speeder bearing down on him from behind. The last image of the man was his hands flapping as he disappeared under the car to emerge the other side, a crimson smudge across the duracrete floor.
This, of course was enough for the men and women of the DSS to abandon all pretense of standing their ground and flee across the landing platforms, seeking to evade these Jedi and their god-like powers.
The only ones keeping their cool were the two Mandalorian who were now lurking in between the Jedi fighter and the Corellian freighter. While they still didn't know for sure that the freighter was part of the Jedi's escape plan, it wasn't too hard to figure out. It was conveniently placed for one, with obvious modifications lending it the ability to make a quick getaway. It was also the most recently landed of all the craft there that was not part of the Dresselian emergency services, leading them to believe it the propery of the troublesome Jedi Master. Despite their poise and training, even the two Mando's found the display rather impressive. Like the security forces, they had no way of knowing that Syla was controlling the craft, they too assuming the Jedi were in some way or another. They both saw the speeder crash down in front of the trio and glanced at each other. Both blasters came up and began to spray coherent light at the Jedi, each gun spitting several bolts each across a distance of about one hundred meters, their sidearms maximum range.
Meanwhile at the eastern entrance...
Hector and his men emerged to the sounds of utter chaos from the north. With the building in the way of a clear line of sight each man activated his jetpack and soared towards the roof. Hector howled into his helmet comm for a report of the situation but nothing as forthcoming for a moment. He alighted n the roof and sprinted forward, eyes scanning left and right for the cause of the chaos...
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Post by Joshua on Oct 29, 2013 16:07:44 GMT -8
Unfortunately the speakers in the corridor didn't appear to be working but as soon as Joshua saw the chaos outside only one thing sprang to his mind.
"Syla..."
Leaning heavily on Alexis he whispered the word as they made their way out into the open fully. While they had not heard Syla's instructions to head to another exit they had all heard the urging's of the Force and had acted in accordance with its will. With his right arm draped over Alexis' shoulders there was much he could do as blaster bolts blazed towards them and only hope that Will would get them all with his own blade. As the speeder clunked down in front of them he moved.
"Lets go!"
Dragging his arm off of the girls shoulder he threw himself into the back seat with a wince and a grunt of pain, rolling over to peer back the way he had come.
"Hurry!"
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Post by Will Sontir on Oct 30, 2013 0:26:54 GMT -8
As Will stopped at the front door at the first cover he could find, the cool purple glow probably providing with the strobing reds the emergency lights were providing and the billowing smoke. The speakers, like Josh surmised, were out, so Syla's warnings went unheard. Will eyes all the personnel poised to take them, takes stalk of the only two beings outside that matter on a militaristic stand point. Well the sheer numbers were the only advantage on that side of the field. Will Son'tir was a sound combatant without his talents in the Force-- of which he has mastered, a decorated veteran and has now ran out of patience.
Will eyes the two Mandalorians around his cover through door, he pulls his comlink out with his free hand.Tweeter, Handsome here. Initiate start up procedures, skip auxiliary measures. And--
Before he had time to finish his orders, the entire front entrance lit up with activity and the familiar scene of anarchistic chaos ensued before him; shared by everyone, owned by no one. Somehow Will had to ensure the safety of his party and now the scattering and undisciplined security personnel. Will shakes his own head in an exasperated manner, here we go again. The Jedi Master throws an eye over his shoulder. "This is our queue, boys and girls." Lifts his comlink one more time. "Tweeter, bring the over ramp blaster cannon online, lock on nearest bogey and fire."
Will began leading the trio out of the door when a hover vehicle crashed in front of them; a full second later a volley of blaster fire blasted full into the far side of the vehicle. Will began to work around it and deflecting blaster bolts that would otherwise concern their health; minimalistic as possible. Just as the trio was making it to the freighter, the ramp was lowering and with it, a blaster cannon from the underbelly of the vessel popped down from the overhead and began to fire on the Mandalorian nearest it, just as the second Mandalorian took off in his jetpack and set down on the roof.
Confident that the other Buckethead would be adequately distracted (to put it mildly) by the phase cannon, Will turned his back to him and focused on the one on the roof to see if he will make a move.
"Josh, slave your astromech to fly cover and escort, then send it home after we clear orbit. Where we are going, we can't afford too many vessels on approach. Alexis, settle Joshua into the cockpit, then take over piloting from Tweeter. I will cover you guys. If you can, send a message to the punker padawan." Will took a low two-handed Shi-Cho grip to be prepared for any deflections that needed to be sorted as the pair he had in town began to take lead and he covered their escape.
The Living Force flowed through him and penetrated his very being. . .
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syla
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Post by syla on Oct 30, 2013 9:07:51 GMT -8
Now, we have come to the point which is one of the most horrid for DnD GameMasters. A split party. When split party status is active, awesome, horribly awesome, or just plain horrible things may occur. It basically ranges from Epic Success to Epicly slaughtered party. There is of course the middleground. There is the instance when the party moves on, and only one splits off that group. Facing statistics, Syla knew that her survival chances were slim.
She might just die a martyrs death.
If Syla now had the chance to tell her story of escape to the roof, the following would be that story.
Picture a corridor. The end of the corridor, there is a door, that is the door to salvation. To the left, and the right, there are three doors each. Left side, counting from the Salvation Door we would find Door 1, Door 3 and Door 5. To the right we find, in the same way Door 2, Door 4 and Door 6.
This soundtrack will help your experience.
Syla came out of Door 5 and calmly walked towards the Salvation door at the end of the hall when said door slammed open and a squad of Police SWAT officers charged through. Syla had to jump through door 6 to not be shot to pieces, and the police squad followed through Door 6.
Door 4 opened, and syla ran strait through to door 3, followed by the police squad.
From door 1 to door 2 the chase continued when suddenly a nurse emerged from door 4 wearing a nurses outfit and three metal spikes in her head. The nurse was nice enough to redirect the emerging squad of policemen to Door 5, where she saw an evil looking individual disappear. The police ran down and entered door 5 and the nurse headed for the Salvation Door... when Suddenly two Mandalorian Supercommandos broke down that door and she had to flee through Door 2, followed by the Commandos.
Through Door 3, Syla ran, followed by blasterbolts, the squad of mandalorians, more blasterbolts, the squad of Police, and they all entered through Door 2.
Through Door 5 came Syla again, Followed by blasterbolts, followed by the Police, followed by more blasterbolts, and then the mandalorians, strait down to door 6.
Through Door 1 came the Police, followed by blasterbolts, followed by mandalorians whom were followed by syla. The Police and the Mandalorians chased down to Door 2 and Syla stopped. Realising she had a chance here, she simply entered the Salvation door, while the mandalorians and the police had their little misunderstandings sorted out.
A long story short... Syla Climbed up a maintenance hatch to the roof after a short elevator ride, and managed to push herself out with only three working limbs. As she stood up triumphant from behind a Sun-energy panel and looked around she saw two mandalorians heading strait to the north from the south, and she happened to be in their way...
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Oct 30, 2013 10:29:20 GMT -8
Alexis frowned. She wasn't planning on joining them in the freighter, as she'd just offered to fly escort for their escape in her own fighter. Oh well, she reached around Josh to help him with the seat restraints, then slipped into her seat close by, quickly scanning over the control panel in front of her. She'd never flown anything like this before.
She pulled out her comlink and told Arr-Eight to follow them and fly cover, and finally that she'd personally reduce him to a nice pile of nuts, bolts, and scrap metal if he so much as got a scratch on her shiny new paintjob. Then, she returned her attention to what she was doing. Pinprickles of awareness slithered in and out of her consciousness as Will was at the entrance ramp and Syla was---up on the roof? At least of the Mandos were forcing her closer and closer to the edge. "Scuse me, Tweeter!" Alexis called as she took control from the droid and powered up. "Master Son'tir? Get on now!" She didn't even look over her shoulder as she pulled up sharply on the steering yoke and took off in a steep upward angle with enough acceleration to push her back into her seat. She figured the Jedi Master could take care of himself for a couple minutes if he hadn't jumped, and she'd be right back for him.
As Syla faced off against the Mandalorian warriors, a loud roar behind her was the only warning they got as Alexis flew up past the edge of the roof. "Tweeter, blasters? Cannons? Whatever you've got!" She had a few very choice words for Will for placing her in this position. With a screech of metal she slewed the ship sideways positioning the open ramp such that Syla would hopefully jump aboard. "Josh, you know this ship? She queried, concerned about the wounded man next to her, hoping that if he kept talking he'd be alright. At least that way she'd know he was still with her without looking.
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Sirena
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Post by Sirena on Nov 11, 2013 17:33:38 GMT -8
Sirena lands her ship masked in darkness on the forest terrain. The door hisses shut as her leather boots touch the grass. Her cloak makes her invisible in shadow as she lifts her pale fingers to her lips in a silent whistle. After a few minutes, Sirena's partner bounded through the trees to her side. Midnight's black scales glinted in what sunlight that shone through the trees.
"Hello, Midnight," Sirena said just above a whisper.
*You don't need to greet me Sirena you know that. We go back way to far for formalities.*
Midnight's voice rang clear in Sirena's mind. She and Midnight had developed a way to communicate through thoughts. Sirena rubbed her friend's head and the large wolf sat on her haunches.
"We have a new assignment. His name is Cain Young."
*Perfect. I've been bored the past few decades. It would be nice if you actually looked for work rather than waiting for it to waltz up to your front doorstep.*
Sirena rolled her eyes. It was hard having an immortal pet complaining to you all the time especially when you're practically immortal yourself. She threw back her hood and let some light seep into her white complexion. The temperature was somewhat warm so she removed her cloak and tossed it behind her. It immediately disintegrated into smoke. Sirena ran her hands through her brown curls and pulled them into a ponytail. If she was seen here for who she was she would surely blow her cover. Sirena also stored her whip and pistols in a bag that hung on her back loosely. Now she was just a hot chick wandering through the woods in all black with her pet wolf. She mounted her wolf and they blurred through the forest with her one-eyed cyborg mask covering the left side of her face. She searched furiously for Cain Young traces throughout the area. She hacked a couple of systems to get information but eventually she found him.
*Midnight. Go right for a mile. I know where to find him.*
*Ok I'm on it.*
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syla
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Post by syla on Nov 14, 2013 17:07:57 GMT -8
*The lid popped, and outcame a spiky headed cyberpunk padawan. Climbing up that ladder was the most painfull she had to do quickly in a while. She had to push her back to the concrete wall behind to manadge to get up with only three working limbs. But, finally she was out. She stood up and waved for the corellian transport ship. What else would corellian jedi use then a corellian freighter? So tottally...
The Aircondition module wich was right beside her exploded as blasterbolts hit it. Syla slammed herself beside the remains of it and peeked around the corner. More mandalorians. THey were shooting both at her and the freighter (or, they missed her and the freighter took the shots, witchever works). Syla grabbed the DC 17 interchangable Weaponsistem of Awesome. She grabbed it in her right hand, with her longfinger extended, index finger on the trigger. This was intresting, because the ringfinger top popped off as if it was a lid and a camera showed up.*
"Lasersight."
*The finger camera changed to infra red vision, and the DC 17 laser pointer was activated on the codeword. The vision was streamed to her cybernetic eye. Now, she simply reached the weapon out and first sprayed just in the mandalorians general direction, stopping their charge, and forcing them to fire back, but since they were under fire, they had to leap into cover, and their shots missed her weapon. She took this as a chance to run and she took it. Leaping from cover, she let go of the DC and grabbed her "flashlight".
She got nearly halfway to the ship as the mandalorians started to fire at her. She was ready, she had the finger camera watch them as she was springing for salvation. As she saw the mandalorians pop up behind her she turned and engaged the lightsaber that most would mistake for a large flashlight. She was no punk now, that was sure. The light blue flame lit up and batted away one of the blasterbolts heading her way. She started to back down towards the ship. Just five more stepps.... more fire. These were more concentrated, the mandalorians didnt have to cover now, she had to jump to the sides to be a worse target, and they nearly clipped her with two more shots that she barely batted away.
Holy shit she was rusty on her swordplay! Not that she ever was practically good with it, but god damned, the next three stepps to the edge were a pain. she had to dodge and take cover once more, then jump out to the edge, roll, nearly cut her limp arm off with the still lit lightsaber (she felt really dumb at that moment).
Finally, she was at the edge, batted away an other blasterbolt, and jumped to the ramp, landing firmly.
SO MUCH EFFING WIN!
Filled with glory, she turned around, batted away an other blasterbolt, punched the close button for the ramp and showed them all the finger while still holding the lightsaber.
As she showed the finger, her grip was bad, and the blasterbolt that took her in the belly could have been averted if she wasnt such a showoff. The bolt hit her lightsaber and reflected right off it strait into her belly, blowing her to paper and glass and leather and stud bits.
Then, you might just ask... Nan? Is syla such a cyborg that she is made up by paper, glass, leather and stud bits? Shouldnt there be blood and flesh and gore? Well, sure, there should dear reader, there really should. But, greed and addiction mixed together in a medicinal storage room can make you take a LOT of perscription drugs and stuff them in your jacket, and make you look like a pregnant lady... well, syla could say good bye to all those drugs AND her leather jacket. She might also say Hello! to third degree belly burn.
But, thankfully, she was alive, and in the ship hold.*
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 17, 2013 0:11:37 GMT -8
Chaos had ensued as the local Dressel security force were to distracted to be of any use at targeting the 'evil' jedi. The Mandalorians had taken flight to the roof and divided their firepower between the occupants of the Corellian freight (pfft, yea right) and the cyberpunk who was using the roof as an escape route.
Seeing that escape route into the freighter was safe and everyone in his party were in the cockpit, he decided to respond to Dav's Padawan's plea. "Yea, keep your skirt on, kid; I'm coming." Now that everyone was in the cockpit of the Corellian freighter (very reminiscent of the Millennium Falcon, but not; I mean, why wouldn't be? They are the same make and origin, anyway. . ). Will waved Alexis aside to an adjacent seat. "Just keep an eye on the sensors and make sure I don't hit anything, I am breaking for the roof."
With that a large gust of air swooped through the entire freighter, with the boarding ramp down, the cabin pressure and their continual change in elevation will remain in flux, but the sounds of blasters remains vigilant in the background. Dust flies around the freighter marked with the Jedi's insignia.
Will brings the auto cannons to bear, in a sweeping pattern, towards the still in flight Mandalorians tossing blaster shots at freighter, until they retreated, Will grinned slightly to one side (hopefully the side that is hidden to the cabin occupants, in hopes in keeping some aire of professionalism.
But as he swung counterclockwise with the landing struts and ramp still down, he saw that the Mandalorians didn't retreat; they refocussed their efforts on the cyberpunk! Will's piercing blue eyes hardened and he manually took over the targeting systems of the underbelly lasercannons and fired at the Mandalorians position. Knowing the Mandalorians might be quick enough or heavily armored enough to survive the attack-- he knew this would be the punk the time he needed-- seeing as his swordplay needed work (that was evident, even from where Will was sitting).
He lost sight of punk momentarily as he heard something hit hard in the cargo port, and the landing ramp manually keyed closed from the access point, Will took that as his queue and brought up the landing struts and punched the impulse power, curving a course on ascent to Orbit. . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 16:08:38 GMT -8
The air above the blankets was crisp and cool, smelling slightly of wood smoke. It tickled his nose, so Dresden, still more asleep than awake, retreated back under the covers. It was nice and toasty under there, and he was curled up against something comfortably warm and soft. His brain didn't even begin to want to try to process what that might have been, and drifted back off to sleep.
Some time later, the former Shard awoke with a start, and much to his surprise, he found himself unable to move anything from the neck down. The urge to panic was nearly overwhelming, but he managed to keep his cool and begin surveying his surroundings. Wherever he was, it bore a strong resemblance to a hunting cabin. Judging by the ceiling, the structure had only one room. It wasn't large, but the woodburning fireplace and comfortable-looking furniture certainly lent it a cozy air. There was a small kitchen off to one side, and the only door that didn't lead outside was probably the latrine. The place looked like it was frequently used but not constantly inhabited. Its owners had gone through great pains to keep the place neat and orderly, far more than anyone was likely to invest in a permanent home.
Now that he started looking, the place more resembled a quiet getaway for a couple than an actual hunting cabin. There was still the obligatory ancient rifle above the doorway, and the crossed swords over the fireplace, but there were no signs of stuffed heads on the walls, and there were unmistakably feminine touches to the place. Compared to most planets, there were relatively few female hunters of Dressel, so it seemed unlikely that this place was simply owned by a woman.
Speaking of a woman, the longer Dresden thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it was, in fact, a woman that he was laying against. It was soft in all the right places as far as he could tell, definitely alive, and there was plenty of hair to tickle his chin. But, try as he might, the fallen Whill simply couldn't think of who it might be. He remembered drinking last night (at least up to a certain point,) but he had been in his room alone, of that much he was certain. The last three days had been nonstop walls of work and drinking, occasionally interrupted by accidental hops across the galaxy for a little more drinking. Ever since that blowup with Maj-
Oh no.
Dread began to form in his gut, a solid lump of lead that grew heavier by the minute. He knew who his bedmate was. They hadn't spoken since the incident in the conference room, so why was she here? Had he really been that drunk the night before?
Without warning, what sounded like a concert-grade loudspeaker began blasting in what his hangover-addled mind assumed was right in his ear. In reality, the voice was being broadcast at normal conversational volume from a little speaker on the dinner table.
Wakey wakey, boys and girls.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Nov 25, 2013 6:37:37 GMT -8
Unlike the ex-Shard, this Major awoke to the crackle of the speakers like a admonishing specter, already predatory in inclination, vexed, eyes darting with the kind of hopeless abandon that marked a seer who wanted blindness or oblivion. Unlike the man retaining calm in the clutch of panic and alcoholic inspired dehydration, she had complete recollection of the events of the past day or so since the somber affairs that tuned and tasted of hateful nostalgia from a seemingly differently universe.
Unlike her "judge," this Major had rallied with some of her advisors aboard Callsign Saya. The outlook was grimmer than grim, but fortunately that information was classified. This debilitating situation report, coupled with the ending of Dresden's punctuation to their last meeting was more than enough to send a normal human cracking at the seams. For the Fallanassi, they sufficed as enough dents to ramrod her into an actual state of pronounced depression. Reduced to a state of ineffectuality, she locked herself in her quarters and blasted downbeat, grungy music and other atonal sonatas; sitting in a chair, she hunched over, elbows on the knees, reliving that moment along with other traumas similar to it, twisting herself end over end, further traumatizing her psyche with extreme self prejudice, relentless, hours and hours until time blurred and existence was a footnote.
Naturally, when Koko called, Rip ignored it; when Koko actually busted into the private quarters with a medley of tonics and liquors, along with that cheery disposition and mouthful of chatter, the Major found that she was in the perfect state to listen quietly for a while. Eventually the darkness edged away in the torrent of cocktails, but then Koko said something, something sinister....
...and then a tranq dart hit the Fallanassi in the neck. Cursing herself, the moribund markswoman managed to shakedly level her warhammer in the smiling Shard's direction before knocking out. And then she was here, sharing a bed with a man she didn't want to see, or, rather, didn't want the strength to see. Koko was a twisty one, even kinky, for trying to make it seem like the two perhaps drukenly reconciled and engaged in sexual congress, but firstly, she was banking on foggy memory, and to say the Fallanassi was cursed with a brain of imprint was putting it mildly. Secondly, she could feel that, besides her jacket, she was clothed. Lastly, there better be a plan B and maybe C if this setup had even a slight chance of working.
"vWot now...."
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