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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 10:37:53 GMT -8
Rules: GBA Standard Rules
-Only basic armors
6 - Hoth: Rebel Bunker
The combatants find themselves in a bunker on Hoth during the Imperial invasion, secluded from the main invading force. Spartan decorations make it a straightforward duel...until the Imperials destroy the power generators as a part of the invasion (30 posts) and all of a sudden the bunker comes out of lockdown, exposing the duelists to the freezing cold of the planet's surface.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 25, 2014 13:20:56 GMT -8
The cloth Atia was wrapped in was a teeny bit heavyer then usual. Layers of fabric that makes up thermal blankets were mixed in to withstand the cold of Hoth. She was still nimble and fast, wich she needed to be to stay warm in the mummy like wrappings that was the usual operational outfit for all banshees. Only the eyes could be seen from under it, but those were covered by the goggles. Heat and nightvision options were there on that little tool.
She wore a hefty jacket though, as to not fall out of crowd. She had to find her target before the imps made their attack, and leave to the evac point. Under the jacket she had a stealth belt, with a yellow lightsaber hooked on left side. There was a small pouch of lye powder on the back on her belt, beside a curved dagger. The cloth on her face also covered a small filtering device that cleaned the air for her.
She was wearing the E-11 in the public, as if it was a captured weapon, but in truth it was her little baby. It was hanging from her shoulder as she exited the hangar. Her target was not there, she will have to find him inside the base. It would be better to fight in enclosed places, but harder to escape then the hangar.
Since she came here, she also had two small demo charges, not bigger then her palm, and a detonator all secured on her belt on the right side. These charges were just big enough to pierce the ice on the base walls and close down an entire corridor with snow. Or, if luck wanted it so, crush the target under tons of the cold wet stuff.
She didnt stick out that much. The rebells were a haggard bunch, from many worlds and with many customs. She walked around amongst them with ease. With the goggles pushed up to her forehead, she mixed well with the rebels. For now. From under the tall jacket she wore, only the boots were visible.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 14:20:24 GMT -8
A swaying pile of thick, woolen robes - brown in color - draped the figure of a man more than six feet tall and more than 200 pounds. A scarf thrown around the neck, mouth, nose and ears covered a scarred and decrepit face while the hood of a long, woolen trench-style coat's hood shield the Sith Lord's head from the frigid temperatures of an icebox of a planet. These robes and coats were of the traditional style of a man or woman trained in the Sith or Jedi arts to allow for freedom of movements, but a bit heavier to shut out the unbearably cold temperatures of Hoth. Boots of a leather make cover Darth Abaddon's feet, and he wore an extra pair of thermal stockings to ensure the warmth of his calves and feet, while wrappings around his thighs added extra protection against the cold for that part of his body. His arms, too, were wrapped in a warm, wool cloth to ensure warmth, yet not too much as to severely restrict movement.
Three thermal detonators and a cryoban grenade were tucked into pouches of the leather belt that wrapped around his waist. Hung by a clip at his left hip was a single lightsaber that when ignited shown a vivid golden bladed. Grasped in his right hand that was pulled slightly into his sleeve was another lightsaber that when struck, honed a crimson blade. The build of the lightsaber in hand included a Quixoni crystal which was said to enhance one's force abilities while the lightsaber still clipped at the Sith Lord's side was built with a Vexxtal crystal whick was said to leave a corrupt aura in anyone that the blade wounded. Both bladed were crafted with EMP shielding and fitted with Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulses, making them waterproof.
Imperials had planned an attack on this base that Darth Abaddon had masterfully inserted himself into, though not making his presence known. Where as he could have used the power of Sith Magic to disguise his aura, he chose to rely on the rebel belief that any dark side presence that may have been noted was from those men that lead the Imperial assault. So far it had worked successfully, but it wasn't quite full-proof to the certainty that he'd not been noticed at least slightly. Here, however, he was doing things of his own accord. Attempting to track down the delinquent that certain rumors of late related to. For some reason though, the clues and rumors had lead him here.
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Post by Atia on Jul 25, 2014 16:37:03 GMT -8
-Random Soldier of the Rebellion-
"Him? He is in infirmary as far as I know, miss."
She thanked him as she asked for her targets location and found her way into the infirmary. As the door opened, she saw the target. Young blond human kid, trying to squeese himself into a pilots orange overall. He was just jumping around on one leg, trying to pull the suit over the other as he looked up. Eyes full of hope, excitement, life. He smiled warmly and asked.
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"Eh... who are you?"
She didnt smile back. Not that he would see it, but he seemed to. His eye went at once to the belt still laying on the infirmary bench, just an arm length away. A lightsaber.
"Plasma donor."
She was quicker with both hands. As the boy reached out towards the saber, it was already on its way to the Nightsisters left hand. The right? hugged the E-11, twisted it around from vertical to horisontal, and squeesed the trigger. First two shots hit the target center mass, blowing off the small computer on the chest that regulated the suits functions. Second most likely broke the blokes heart, through the lungs and the aorta. The blaster was NOT set to stun, rather the wide opposite. The sister did not find it enough. She walked over to the corpse, and looked down on it. her right cybernetic eye took pictures, job-well-done postcards to the employer. Then, aimed in the boys face, and pulled the triger.
Pulled the trigger.
Pulled the trigger.
Pulled the trigger.
The bolts blew off a little piece every time they hit untill she was shooting flooring. She hung the gun back on her shoulder and took one more last picture. She reached into the pocket of the jacket to get out her slaves collar, and put it on. The sound distortion device on the collar might just come in handy later.
The alarm sounded. At this point its either the imperials attacking, or someone was onto what she just had done. She holstered the boys lightsaber and left the infirmary. She will have to get to the hangars and steal a speeder, or she will have to fight off the Empire with these naive loonies. She ran down the corridor with two soldiers and an unarmed combatant towards the hangar.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 18:56:20 GMT -8
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 26, 2014 6:34:17 GMT -8
The way to the hangar she came through had collapsed. Not good. While she could have checked the layout inside the base, she had no such previous information to memmorise beforehand. When she arrived, time was already off the essence with the incoming attack. No time to memorise environments.
Two or three minutes of running through corridors later, she realised she was lost. Most people had left for their posts, either in the hangar or out in the trenches, getting slaughtered, as their job descriptions advised. She was glad when finally a door opened and she found people.
In the Command Bunker. She realised that her cover was blown at once. The commultative knowledge of these officers should cover all rebel soldiers identities, and she is pretty sure she was not one among them. So would they too be. Amongst the consoles, glass walls with sector information, scanner projections and deadly silence but for one of the officers who talked. What struck atia was that they were not looking at her baffled, not even the combat that would decide their faith outside. THey looked at this officer.
Red Lightsaber. Lit.
Not an officer. Sith.
The white cloth covering Atias face for sake of camouflage didnt cover her eyes yet. The cold blue eyes of all the blizzards of hoth. She could feel the darkness in him, now that she got closer. His idiotic laughter. And, of course, he was in her way to escape and evac.
Left hand went up to her head and slid down the protective goggles. Right hand grabbed the E-11 and slid the harness of her shoulder. She got ready to drop the large furry and heavy jacket. If he was ignoring her and focussing on the officers, she might be able to slip through.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 17:09:56 GMT -8
Darth Abaddon was just finishing up the second of the three Rebel Officers when there was a slight shift in something. He wasn't quite able to put a finger on it, but something was definitely different. A prescence could be felt, on that carried a stronger sense about it, but nevertheless weaker than he felt in himself. To Vandook, nothing felt more menacing, or more powerful than his own presence and to this date nothing had been as he'd condemned every foe that dared to challenge him whether it be Jedi, Sith or something of a mixture in between. There had been apprentices that he'd trained that felt they were up to it, yet had withered and and been undone by himself. There had been Jedi that had thought themselves strong enough in their own ridiculous teachings, that too had failed and either fled or were killed. Perhaps this lead to some overconfidence at points, but for the most part, he tended to keep such things under control; a teaching that his former master had instructed him own early in his life.
He turned, lightsaber still lit in his right hand, the crimson blade humming along to its own sweet melody, to bring his attention to this new arrival. Meanwhile, he went against what he had spoken earlier, thrust his left arm outward and to the final Rebel, throwing him across the room in a brutal force push, rendering the man unconscious. Another rebel, by appearance lay before his eyes, although different from any of the rebels he had encountered so far. It was peculiar in the least.
However , since they carried about like a rebel, dressed in a similar attire, Darth Abaddon thought nothing of them. That was until he recognized that large rifle the . . . man, or woman . . . carried. That just simply would not do.
He let out a menacing laugh once again, short and harsh. Yet another Rebel come to welcome death.
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Post by Atia on Aug 2, 2014 6:45:57 GMT -8
She wouldnt get past him. Not without a fight.
At the same time she shrugged her shoulders and nodded violently. As she nodded, the goggles slid down into place to protect her eyes, and with the shrug the entire heavy jacket fell to the floor. She was revieled, in all her white wrappings covering the entireity of her body from boots to the tips of her lekkus. Snow white, wrapped like a rather fresh mummy, just tight enough not to close off circulation. With the belt and the empty E-11 holster (since the weapon was now an extension of her right hand) and the two sabers and all.
She did not waste time with talk.
Left hand grabbed the yellow saber from her belt and ignited it, the yellow blade of heat was then aimed vertically upwards in front of her. The E-11 she steadyed to her right shoulder pointing strait at Darth Abaddon and pulled the trigger not for a short burst but for full auto mayhem. First couple of shots would break and splitter the glass panels used for whatever these rebells used outdated technology for. The glass panels with all the rings and things on them. There were some of those that became bystander victoms, along with a rebell officer, a girl in a west and snails of hair on her head was shot down on said berserk of trigger happiness. But, once the shots cleared all these obsticles, they would be heading strait at Darth Abaddons general direction. Yes, general directions because holding that weapon with one hand, while moving forward usually accumulated to something that could easily be called minimally quasi accurate.
None the matter, the Banshee was heading for her enemy, and screamed. The voice distortion device on her neck elovated and distorted the sound to make it louder and even more blood freezing that it would have been. A howl of some unnatural creature of death and misery, mixed with the humming of lightsabers and the ever constant spewing of blaster bolts.
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