Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 18, 2018 20:31:58 GMT -8
3:10 To Vohai Vohai... A planet located within the Vohai system of the Outer Rim Territories, covered with industrial sites, that were interspersed with residential towers and parkland. The Vohai Unirail encircled the entire planet from pole to pole, two kilometers above the planet's surface. The Arkanian company Arkanian Microtechnologies's head quarters were on Vohai which made the place a prime target for industrial sabotage...
Our duelists on a 10-T monorail train which is currently on the Vohai Unirail, riding suspended two kilometers above the surface. Panic reigns around them. Terrorist have sought to make demands of the Arkanian's and threaten to crash the train should said demands no be met. There are currently seven cars, five normal passenger cars, then a dining car, then the main control car at the front. The standard passenger cars are two levels, while the dining car's first level is dominated by the cooking area, and the control car housing a large command and control area. The center walking aisle is roughly 2 meters across and each car is connected to the next by a similarly wide area with two doors. After twenty (20) posts, the train suffers a critical failure due to sabotage by the terrorists and begins plummeting to the surface. You have ten (10) additional posts while you fall to your untimely death as you float around the train in zero gravity.
Our combatants start with one in the dining car and the other in one of the center passenger cabin. People yell and bluster, most of them business beings used to having their wailing demands met. Some rage, some whimper, some fear, some offer devotions to whatever Gods they can think of...
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 20, 2018 0:34:05 GMT -8
Xeonon Solomon did not fit in on this train. Thankfully he was dead. The former Grandmaster of the Imperial Knights turned traitor to his very beliefs had been captured on his home planet of Aaragu and executed by the Emperor himself for his crimes against the Empire, and the galaxy. Or so the public was lead to believe. In reality Xeonon, who had always had his heart dedicated to the Imperial cause re-swore his oaths and joined the Praetorian Guard dropping his name, his identity and everything tying him to his last life. Or almost everything.
He was seated in the dining car with a nice Kobe Bantha steak in front of him. He had been sent here on a special mission to meet with an individual who claimed to have important information on the Galactic Alliance. That plan had gone out the door the moment the terrorists had announced to the train and the planetary government that the tracks and train had been hijacked. Something to do with political prisoners from some internal power struggle. It didn't matter now. The mission now ruined chaos rained as the usually refined upper class passengers began to panic.
Finishing the last of his food Xeonons gloved hands placed the cutlery back down onto the plate. Straightening his white suit and redoing the top button he felt the fabric fight against the lightsaber underneath it. The last remnant of his previous life, he had kept his lightsaber that had served him so well for nearly two decades. This mission had called for discretion and he could not have been seen in his new Praetorian armour and all their fancy weapons. As the crew tried to console the scared passengers Xeonon walked towards the end of the train looking to see if maybe, just maybe the terrorists had been dumb enough to be on board.
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Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on May 20, 2018 19:50:50 GMT -8
*I blinked awake as the first stir of panic swept through the crowded passenger car. People were up out of their seats, crowding the aisles and blocking my view. Irritated, I pulled my nondescript black robes tight around my emaciated frame and made to stand. Bits and pieces of fragmented conversation drifted through the air. 'Terrorists' and 'bomb' seemed to be a few of these rich sops' favorite buzzwords. Legitimate threat, I wonder, or xenophobia at its finest? Normally I wouldn't care, but there's a good chance this will put quite the damper on my day.*
*I'd come to this nonentity of a planet for one reason, and one reason only: to examine the crypt of a certain Dark Jedi who had perished millenia ago. Supposedly stuffed full of sorcerous paraphernalia, the library on Ossus had suggested it was located deep beneath one of the industrial sites littering Vohai, and this train would've delivered me to within a few kilometers of my eventual destination.*
*Gripping the seat in front of me with the powerful durasteel fingers of my left hand, I hauled myself to my feet and leaned in to the sentients blocking the aisle.*[/font][/ul] *Nothing. My polite, even-toned request drifted into the herd of nervous cattle and dispersed, and I felt the first tinge of anger bristle within me. In the past I might have shown restraint and tried again, or perhaps used the force to subtly persuade the masses to part before me.*
*No longer.*
*The crimson blade of my lightsaber swept through the two men closest to me at chest height, snarling and crackling as superheated blood sprayed across those nearest me. Worried chatter raised into a fever pitch of terrified screams as they stampeded away in all directions.*
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 21, 2018 8:51:00 GMT -8
As Xeonon entered the third train car he heard the ever familiar snap hiss of a lightsaber activating. Two of the passengers were dead. As if his search had found one of the terrorists, he had assumed they were not this dumb. Why would you crash the train you were standing on? Of course even if he did not have a ligtsaber in his hands the look of him would give it away. What was with Sith and their love of the colour black and red? Of course he was dressed in white so he shouldn't be speaking.
As the terrified people ran by him to get away from this murdering lunatic Xeonon reached into the pocket and pulled out his own lightsaber the silver blade coming out in a slight curve.
I don't suppose that it would work if I told you to put the weapon down and disarm these bombs would it?
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