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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on May 24, 2014 13:45:26 GMT -8
Myriana stammered. Suddenly there were now two very distinct, very powerful presences in the small clearing around them. One was murderously intent on her, the other seemed much more interested in the first. Hazarding a guess, Myri decided that the newcomer was actually their client, which complicated things immensely more than she was comfortable dealing with. That said, he was probably her salvation at that moment, as well. Now that survival seemed possible, if not improbable, she reached a hand toward her blaster and left it there, waiting, eyeing the two strangers with fear and caution.
"No, John. If you haven't noticed, we have two visitors here with us."
She looked to the man and continued to wait, keeping the woman in her periphery.
Who are you? Are you our client? If you are, please don't mention my Force sensitivity to anyone.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:56:48 GMT -8
Zeraph approached cautiously, walking under the ship and coming to within two or three meters of the pair. In the back of his mind, he felt the woman circling, and he kept his senses alert to the danger; he was more interested in getting off this planet than fighting though. As a result, he kept on drawing in force energy, and then halted - keeping his reserves at a comfortable level. Should they be attacked, he would be ready.
Clearing his throat, Zeraph ran a hand through his - what seemed to be - perpetually damp hair. He heard the woman's telepathy within his mind, though quirked his mouth at it. The news didn't please him...they weren't with the council, they weren't with the order even. This was some rogue, some gray forceling. No matter. They could still get him off this rock. Nodding slightly, at the woman he showed that he heard and understood. He would keep her secret...he didn't really see what it would serve to alienate part of the party sent to rescue him.
"I mean you no harm. I presume you followed a signal here? I am Dante...a Jedi. I've become stranded on this world. It would be greatly appreciated if you could get me off this planet - and yes, before you ask, there is monetary compensation. The government of Serenno in particular would pay a very nice reward for my return to their planet."
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Post by Myriana Phaeonei Abaraxi Lemep on Jun 8, 2014 21:33:46 GMT -8
OOC: Due to real life concerns, John's player has had an unfortunate delay in posting. Hopefully, weather permitting, he will rejoin us soon. I will head up his character until that point, with permission expressly from him IRL to do so.
Myriana glanced at the creature, or being, or whatever it was, and tensed even more. Dante's presence did not seem to ease her unease, and this newcomer surely could not match this thing's strength. Even together she doubted they could beat her. That said, she was not ready to die just yet, and if she could help it she did not want to reveal her Force Sensitivity yet either. Taking a deep breath and keeping her eyes on the... person watching her, she addressed Dante's question.
"Yeah, money, rescue, beacon, sure. Let's, like, leave now, and work the details out later, mm'kay?"
John turned to look at Myriana and stopped, his gaze training from the newcomer, Dante, to the third entity in the clearing with them. He raised his gun almost immediately with both hands and quickly turned off the safety, but spoke into his helmet communicator before making any further moves.
:: Captain, you seeing this? Some psycho chick and the jolly green giant just appeared in the LZ. ::
He kept his gun ready and prepared to fire, but decided to wait for the okay before doing so.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 21, 2014 19:25:11 GMT -8
"Pfft. That's offensive." Whispered Diva, who now crouched thoughtfully in the tree branches, nursing her heart as though the words she overheard struck her right on her heart. Which would be dramatic because she didn't have a heart. However, she had ears to listen with, and they heard all sorts of things. In fact, one might say they heard everything, including that embarrassing breakfast currently clogging your intestinal tracks.
The issue came from finding what was important and what wasn't worth helping.
Currently the people having their somewhat candid conversation below was not something worth helping. Who bathes in a jungle anyway? These people? She could drop to the floor and murder them with her toothy, multiple forming mouths and black inky gravitational abomination acid, but what was the fun in that. Besides, she still missed Kuroro, and other living things sort of reminded her of the pink, saccharine nightmare.
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Post by Quinton Scott on Jun 23, 2014 18:08:46 GMT -8
Quinton was, well more confused then anything at Johns comment. The beacon that they were following was standard for a single person escape pod. He mentioned two people. That was a variable he didn't like, especially not with Johns colorful description of them.
Im not actually, I got no visual on that clearing. Just find out if ether are our client and get them on board. If not then use whatever force you need to defend yourself.
For now he ignored the conversation he was having with the doctor. His ability to speak virtually any languages he knew of, and many he had never herd before, really was of no importance at the moment. In fact he found it curious that a doctor had enough spare time to learn that many languages, but that was not the point. The point was he just wanted his crew back on the ship as soon as possible.
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Post by Anna on Jun 26, 2014 10:22:14 GMT -8
*Just as Morgan asked Anna if it was ready, she not only heard, but felt the rippling laughter from Psallo, along with the declaration that he would devour her. She shut her eyes and grunted, her chest suddenly on fire. She nearly stumbled, but managed to stay on her feet. She couldn't lose focus at a time like this! As painful as it was, as terrifying as the beast who bore down onto them was, she had to focus.
She grunted again, this time with resolve, and began following Anna out of the room, listening to her instructions about the switch she was carrying. Psallo's presence was growing larger by the second, the shadow in her mind growing larger, threatening to blot out what little light there was. If this plan of theirs worked, though, they'd be making plenty of light...
Wires. Those were Morgan's next task: Collect them and hook them all together to the switch. Morgan didn't bother to nod and only stooped down to collect the wires. Four of them, Anna had said? She counted quickly and then started to pull them along with her as she followed Anna. It was a little tedious work, but she managed to get them to pull along evenly and smoothly. Keeping up with Anna was the more difficult part, even though she had whispered a warning to Morgan to stay close; the wires just didn't want to completely cooperate.
Fortunately they had soon made it to the center of the tower, but something wasn't right. The floor... it should have been illuminated by moonlight, but it was instead obstructed. By... what? A chill came over her before she even looked up, and there she saw it: The all-too-familiar silhouette. She froze in place; the only warmth she felt was blood flowing from her chest and shoulder that stained her shirt and pooled at her feet. She was finished. Already dead. There was nowhere to escape, nothing to protect her. She couldn't defend herself; she had nothing in her hands but wires—
The wires! Their last hope! Morgan suddenly snapped out of it and the sudden jolt nearly threatened to topple her over, but as Anna's call for the wires rang in her mind, she lunged toward Anna, hand extended with the wires in them. As soon as they left her hand, she fell forward on the ground, curling up and protecting her head with her hands, shielding her eyes tight as the glass rained down upon them. A cut. A slice. The feel of blood. But not Psallo's claws; the mere glimmer of hope they had left that Psallo was yet doomed kept her from feeling or noticing the pain. This was their last chance. All they had left. If this didn't protect them and eliminate Psallo, then all hope was lost.* We're going to make it Morgan. It'll be close but we... Anna paused as she realized her fatal mistake. Well, it wasn't a mistake really. There truly, was no other way of rigging the explosives. Perhaps the final switch could have been placed at the door, so that one might press it and run as the tower fell. But the wires didn't prove themselves long enough to accommodate all four sets of explosives. The only logical way to pull this off, was to place the master switch in the center of the tower...which is what they did.
But that meant someone had to be here to set them off. Fate had caught her, and there was no escape. Morgan, listen to me ok. Down that hall, She pointed. At the end, is a door. It's unlocked and should open if you push it hard enough. Use the force if you have to. If you keep going straight, you'll come to a clearing, and a cliff. Stay there. Someone will come for you. I promise. Her voice lacked it's normal bold self. Trimmers ran through Anna's being as the end of the situation truly settled in her mind. If stability fled from her voice, it wasn't because she doubted the promise to the girl though. She faltered for the simple reason of fear... for herself.I have to stay here and set these explosives off, and now... Anna leaned her weight on the master switch. There's no time to argue. Go home Morgie! Tell you're dad I said hi. If there was any question in Morgan's eyes, it would be answered now. Anna couldn't release the switch of both would be caught up in a massive explosion. The glass continued to fall around them and the moonlight slowly returned as Psallo's shadow shrank to it's only slightly smaller size. His journey had almost come to an end.RUN GIRL! RUN! Anna shouted, waiting for a few more seconds until Morgan's figure was out of even her site, and then, she released the switch. |
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 1, 2014 19:27:48 GMT -8
*The pain began to register in Morgan's mind but she still did not dare look up just yet, not until Anna gave them the signal that it was time to escape and put an end to Psallo once and for all. There were Anna's words now, assuring Morgan that they were going to make it, but they were cut short suddenly and Morgan knew that wasn't a herald of good news. There was silence for a moment, and Morgan wasn't sure if she should look up, both for fear of more glass and that the sight of Psallo's silhouette would set off another panic attack.
Then Anna suddenly gave Morgan more instructions, directing her down a hall. Now Morgan looked up, if only to see which direction she was being directed in. Just go that way, use the Force on a door to escape if she had to, and keep going until she reached a cliff where she'd be picked up by someone. Okay, that sounded simple enough, they'd finally be making their escape— Wait a minute. Anna was saying this as though she weren't coming. Morgan scrutinized her with a scowl, fearing the worst.
And there was the announcement: Anna had to stay behind and trigger the switch herself. Morgan's eyes widened. What?! She was a Seer and she forgot to wire the trigger in a safe area?! Suddenly Morgan wasn't so sure about the advice to wait at the cliff, but after seeing Anna depress the trigger, she knew there was really no use trying to argue or convince Anna to try something different. Not that they had time to begin with. Still, she couldn't help but let her mouth work silently; she couldn't leave Anna behind! Not after everything they'd been through since they both ended up on this planet, and especially since Morgan wasn't sure what she'd do if it turned out her advice to wait at the cliff turned out to be a lie.
But it was either they both die here, or one escaped with their life while Psallo lost his. Morgan didn't know what to say, nor did she want someone to lose their life because of her. Perhaps Anna would survive? There were techniques to protect one's self right, especially when they knew what was coming and exactly when? Morgan had to have faith in that, but she couldn't do anything but turn and run. If Anna truly was a Seer, she'd know what Morgan wished she could say but didn't know what that was.
So she ran, ran down the hall toward the door that Anna mentioned, ran with speed that was beyond what she was normally capable of. She found the door and threw herself against it with impressive force, throwing it open and sending herself tumbling along the ground before hopping back to her feet and darting off in the direction Anna had indicated, tears stinging her eyes. She hardly bothered to divert her path even if something was in the way, which probably resulted in opening her new injuries more than they would have been if she'd been careful.
Finally, she'd heard the explosion before she felt it, and she stumbled and fell to the ground, catching herself with her hands. It was because of this that she only now noticed her bloodied arms, arms that had saved her from possibly fatal damage to her head. But her gaze lingered there for a moment before turning behind her, to the distance, where she could see smoke.
Anna...
Her words rang again in her head and Morgan turned and pushed herself to her feet, continuing on her path, vision blurry. Finally she reached the clearing and slowed, coming to a stop, staring out over the cliff she found herself standing upon, gazing into the foggy depths. She would be rescued here? She supposed she would be easy to spot here as opposed to anywhere else on the planet, but...
She turned around and stepped away from the edge, remembering the last time she stood too close to a cliff's edge, and fell to her knees. She tried not to let grief cloud her mind as she pulled her bag off her back, hissing as it brushed against her cut arms, and pulled out some medical supplies, bacta wipes to clean her arms, causing her to hiss again between soft sobs. Then she pulled out some bandages before looking at her arms again; it seemed like far too much to bandage, or maybe she just felt lost and helpless. No Anna, no guidance, only words to trust. Was Psallo gone? If so, everything would be worth it, but...
Anna...*
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Post by Psallo Kyrie on Oct 13, 2014 12:21:50 GMT -8
He'd come too far to fail now. His prey locked itself in his fantastic vision. Morgan centered herself within his vast gleaming golden eye. His claws extended. He'd land on her and rip her to shreds before she even had time to blink. The poor girl had turned and was attempting to run.
No more running little one....
The words hissed through his teeth wickedly. His anger seethed through his muscular frame. He was ready to feast. But only then did his eyes turn down, to catch a glimpse of the second person with Morgan. Just as he'd figured, the dark side of the force clung to the female humanoid so firmly. It was ironic. Such a paragon of light energy, next to a twisting nexus of evil. The feast would be glorious. He'd become one of the most powerful force wields in the universe. Truthfully, if he managed to capture and feed on both of them, there would be little in the way of stopping him, at least for a good while, until he had to feed again. Those who stopped his progress the last time, would be rendered ash before him. Their location, the planet Felucia. He saw his path now. His next hunting ground would almost certainly be the force rich planet of Felucia, and with the power gleaned here, he'd feed off the world itself.
But what was the other doing? Why had they separated? What tactical advantage did that give them. How could---
White, then darkness. A blinding flash gave way to smoke which roiled up the shaft toward him, bringing metal hunks with it. Fire ripped through him and around him. Something struck his almost armored skull. the world danced around him in a tantalizing display of light and shadow. Then reason deserted him.
He supposed it had been hours, but it really wasn't clear, and it really didn't matter. The beast's eyes opened slowly. Blurry shapes sharpened. He felt an oppressive weight resting atop him. With a grunt, and a thrust of uncanny strength, Psallo freed himself of the rubble and dropped to the dusty ground. Smoke still curled upward here and there, to caress the vast open sky. Peeks of the once magnificent tower pierced the sky. Flames licked surfaces they could gain sustenance from. The air smelled of sulfur.
Psallo's left leg suddenly buckled. Falling to the ground, he finally took note of his injuries. His right arm was useless. One of his fantastic horns had been broken quite horrifically. His rick warm blood was everywhere. Fire had striped him of his main of hair, or at least most of it. His lungs burned, making him aware of every misplaced rib. For now, he couldn't move. He'd die here, in a puddle of his own blood. Certainly one of his lungs had been pierced. He felt it now. The taste of iron would much more delightful if it wasn't his own blood coming from his throat to stain the ground. Yet, through his hazy vision, he saw a figure, trapped under a great pile of metal. The woman's face peered back at him, her blind fold pulled partly from her expression. Psallo bared his teeth in triumph, for it was the empty eye of a Seer that stared back at him.
He'd be just fine....
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 23, 2014 16:15:00 GMT -8
 Top view of the compound. The stacks on either side are in actuality turrets (see next picture)  All around the the compound for 30 feet has been removed of excess plant growth, the swamps still remain. Its very marshy and wet inside and out. Located far enough away from the Cave and Yodas hut this is for an upcoming no hands barred RP. The walls are 20 feet tall made of durasteel, the turrets are able to swivel in 360 degrees. |
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Post by Mike Frantz on Dec 30, 2014 7:18:55 GMT -8
I'm getting to old for this. I mumble to myself as I take a swig from my flask before continuing to move on through the jungle. I hadn't been in the system for more than a few seconds when a distress signal had gone out from the planet. Unfortunately as soon as I brought Daystar toward the facility that had seemed to send the signal the turret system had opened fire. With only minimal shields up the heavy cannons scored major hits on my aging freighter causing me to make an emergency landing. And of course being the kind caring person I am and not wanting anyone else to have a bad landing, or worse get killed, I of course decided to go attempt to disable the signal. I wasn't particularly far away from the area itself so I figured a quick speeder ride over no problem, right? Well that was half a day ago. As soon as I got within 10 miles of the place the speeder bike I was riding over the water suddenly dropped from the sky, nearly killing me on a rock. I have no idea who these people are but the are going to get a piece of my mind pretty soon. A distress beacon, turrets, and a repulser disabling field, what the hell is going on around here.
Reaching the edge of the clearing where the strange place is situated I drop behind some underbrush surprised at what I see. Why in the world are there ewoks on Dagobah?
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Post by J'lisko Corunner on Dec 30, 2014 7:47:34 GMT -8
*J'lisko Corunner was the first of the Younglings to make his way through the swamp into the clearing. His sense of direction must be pretty good for his age, then-- which is fairly surprising. As a Rattataki, you might expect something like this, but you'd have to remember that J'lisko has, for as long as he can remember, only been in the Jedi Temple of Coruscant.*
*The powers that be had received the distress signal. Then, they relayed it to the Jedi Temple. Master Sa-Am Tohmas then persuaded the Council to let the Jedi Younglings who were of appropriate age to pursue Padawan-hood answer the call on behalf of the Jedi there. This led to that, and then a dropship supplied by the Coruscanti Jedi let go a dozen of Younglings, J'lisko included, in the middle of the swamps of Dagobah, with nothing but a point in the correct direction and a precaution to be ready for anything.*
"Well, I am ready for just about anything I can imagine..."*He says to himself, peering around the tree line. The ground here has been cleared, which puts him on his guard.*
*What about what he can't imagine?*
*J'lisko decides to stay in the relative cover of the perimeter of the clearing for now. The Younglings weren't given specific instructions apart from 'go check it out'. So he feels that he should wait for a Master to tell him what comes next.*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 10:34:38 GMT -8
The Pirate's freighter began its approach towards the source of the distress signal. As always Arkan had the ships in full combat mode while on the approach. It was lucky that the Echani was this paranoid as before they got within a safe landing distance the base guns began to open fire on the freighter. The pilot jerked the controls around as the Mon Calamari shields did their work but the withering fire could not be stood for long.
"Open the rear doors, take us in low and drop us off over there!"
Arkan shouted his command at the pilot who could only just hear over the engine sounds and the alarms going off in the cockpit. The captain had pointed out a smaller clearing a few hundred metres away from the compound and the pilot quickly took the ship in low as the rear doors opened. The Captain and six of his best troopers jumped from the rear doors just in time.
The freighters shields failed and it began taking hits just after the drop had taken place. The pilot wrestled with the controls but had very little control. Nevertheless the skilled pilot landed the craft about three kilometres from the base. A quick assessment of the damage was transmitted to Arkan and back to the Cutlass in orbit.
Arkan read the report on his wrist console before giving his orders, it would take the pilot a while to fix the ship.
"Lets move out, those guns must be guarding something valuable!"
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Post by Cal Witwer on Dec 30, 2014 10:40:54 GMT -8
The walk had not been a pleasant one. Cal had touched down in the Spiteful a couple miles from the beacon, thinking that would be close enough for any sort of extraction or investigation. But he had never been to Dagobah. Swamp and jungle so thick, it had taken him nearly two hours to cover the two miles.
Now, he approached what looked to be a sizable clearing. He allowed his training to take over, finding cover where he could gather intel before heading in. He wore the only clothing he had with him, and thankfully it served the purpose well enough: the camoflage flight suit of the Sand Panthers wasn't perfectly suited to the jungle canopy, but it was better than the standard-issue orange.
Breaking out his macro-binocs, he surveyed the structure's frontage. Seemed there was but a single opening, and no apparent movement. He'd wait another fifty minutes, till night set in, before breaking cover.
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Post by J'lisko Corunner on Dec 30, 2014 10:51:28 GMT -8
*What just happened could not have been missed by anyone!*
*Since, for no apparent reason, the compound's guns swiveled to bear on a hot inbound vessel and tore apart the atmosphere with cannonfire. To the wincing J'lisko's surprise, out from the hatch jumped seven figures, one of them yelling out commands. As the ship flew off, with lasers in pursuit, the men sweep towards the base entrance.*
*The turrets cool their fire and do not seek out the figures on foot. But, as J'lisko peers at them, he gets a bad impression from the Force. Could they be the reason that the Jedi Masters wanted him to come here?*
*Doubt starts to cloud his mind. He is not qualified to confront them. He will die, no question at all.*
"...Wait...what!?"
*Just as the thought that he is not qualified takes substance in his mind, he recognizes the fear. He recognizes that it is not part of his training to ever doubt the Force. If this is why he has been sent here, then all the better for it!*
*The other Younglings who came with him are on their way! And, there are other Jedi Masters likely coming here, too. Since this is a test, he must demonstrate the qualities that set him apart to be a true Jedi. And a true Jedi would not let his fear stand in the way of doing what is right. These men are probably going to attack anyone inside the base. No matter what, he must not let that happen.*
*He draws in his breath and moves from the cover of trees, headed towards Arkan and his six soldiers to interrupt them before they reach the doors of the base.*
*When in earshot, he calls out.*
"Wait just a minute!"
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 10:58:40 GMT -8
Just as the Pirates reached the edge of the clearing the Captain received a transmission. A fighter had entered the system and entered the planet's atmosphere close to the source of the distress call. That had allowed the Cutlass to scan the craft but could only ascertain that it was some kind of powerful fighter craft. The design was not on record but Arkan saw aspects similar to some other designs he'd encountered from Honoghr. There was no list of possible users, only an assumption that the operator was from an organised military.
Fan out, four facing the compound, two covering the rear. Someone scan the closest turret and find out if it can target ground units.
Arkan gave his commands over the personal comlinks that his team wore in their helmets. All the pirates present were members of Arkan's Black Guard and were dressed in their full combat gear. Their armour was black and so they stayed in the shadows of the trees to attempt to remain undetected. One of the pirates began to scan the nearest gun turet to try and find out as much information as possible.
Shortly after the scanning had been completed a stranger begins to walk towards the group across the clearing. This individual is quickly assumed to be a Jedi based on his outward attire. J'lisko calls out to Arkan and his team, alerting them to his presence.
Captain, someone is approaching, they appear to be dressed in some kinda of Jedi-looking robes, your orders?
We don't have time for this, someone else has landed on the planet and more will be on the way. Shoot to kill but do no abandon your current position. I'm going to go in.
The tree-line erupted with fire as the three pirates that had a direct line of site to J'lisko started to shoot the stranger. Using this fire for some cover, Arkan began a sprint to cross the thirty metres or so of clearing to the compound wall.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Dec 30, 2014 11:08:24 GMT -8
Four. Six. No... seven men, all armed, all looking pretty nasty and combat-ready, stepped out of the bracken a hundred yards to Cal's three-o'clock and fanned out, loosely headed his way. Cal watched, and took in their dress, markings and any insignia visible, which was nil. There was one among them who was, to the trained eye, obviously in charge. He carried himself with an assured ease that only years of fighting and winning can provide. Cal took note of all, including the small unit's actions. They were well equipped, and followed orders well, but they were not regular military. Too loose. Not loose discipline, but there wasn't a uniformity to their movements and actions. Mercenaries?
His intel-gathering was going well, until some lone warrior sprang from the cover of the jungle's edge fifty feet to Cal's one o'clock, making quickly for the group. Cal winced. Kid was gonna get himself vaped. To interfere, or to sit.
Kark it. He rose and moved cautiously out of the undergrowth, still fifty yards seperating him from the closest of Arkan's guards.
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Seeing the one he assumed was leader making a dash for the entrance, Cal changed direction, following behind the man at a distance of thirty feet.
"Hey! What's your business here?!"
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Post by J'lisko Corunner on Dec 30, 2014 11:17:18 GMT -8
*Gunfire erupted. This wasn't exactly what J'lisko had had in mind, but then again, he would hardly consider himself surprised.*
*Not a moment after the first shots were let fly from the Black Guard's repeating blasters did J'lisko's saber ignite, and his mind cleared itself of all hesitation.*
*He began to deflect the incoming fire. The time between shots was extremely short, but he had trained in front of drones before. Letting the Force guide his saber, the bolts began to reflect off of his blade from the three pirates. An intricate dance. Credit due to the Coruscant Jedi: they program the drones well. The lethality of these shots was no different from the training droids; the only difference was the stopping power behind it. But J'lisko was young, and had not thought this part through very well.*
*But as the fire pinned down his lightsaber, Corunner was not able to respond to the rush that Arkan made towards the base. He had to remain far too focused on staying alive to do anything else.*
*How he wished to be better at Form III! He might have been able to deflect some of the blaster bolts in an attempt to slow Arkan down. But he could not.*
*Someone else saw what was going on, though. Someone. Friend, or foe? J'lisko couldn't tell. He was preoccupied.*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 11:31:28 GMT -8
The Black Guard kept up their continuous fire on the Jedi. They had all encountered Jedi before and knew how imperative it was not to give him time to think or plan. The other member of the party that was on the tree line but not firing at the Jedi, now began to observe the other being moving towards Arkan. The Captain stopped as he reached the wall, close to the entrance of the compound. He did not have a weapon in either of his hands.
"My business is my own, and your business is not here!"
He pressed a button on the side of his leg and a blaster carbine appeared in his hand. He quickly brought it to bear on Cal and opened fire. He began to shuffle towards the entrance as he did. The Black Guard that was observing this from the tree line took this as a cue to begin firing himself, trying to relieve the pressure on his Captain.
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Post by Cal Witwer on Dec 30, 2014 11:41:34 GMT -8
Kark!
Cal willed his saber into his hand and activated it just as the first of Arkan's energy bolts arrived. There was no time to do anything but react to this opening barrage, and the first few blaster-shots ricocheted straight up, as Cal dropped into the opening Soresu stance. Opening fully to the force, he focused his thoughts, and began to direct the blaster fire from Arkan, so that by the fourth and fifth shot, the ricochet trajectory turned back on the armored man.
It would have turned desperate for Arkan in a hurry, had one of his men not opened fire against Cal from his four o'clock. Luckily, the first blasts missed, and Cal was forced to drop to a low stance, and deflect from both sides. Hopefully, the blaster-bolts sent back toward Arkan would drive him away, into the compound and away from his own demise.
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Post by J'lisko Corunner on Dec 30, 2014 11:50:21 GMT -8
*J'lisko glimpses out of the corner of his eye that the other fellow on the scene has ignited a yellow lightsaber. Another Jedi? Yes! This was help on the scene!*
*Although sweat was beginning to pour from J'lisko's brow, simply the knowledge that this man was on the scene and against the gun-wielding enemies was enough to reinvigorate him.*
*Of course, Corunner is still trapped in a defensive cycle by the repeating blasters. Soon, his body would wear out, and his defense would falter. He had to come up with a plan before long... ... ...this isn't like the Temple training exercises. Just deflecting the blaster bolts until the Masters end the simulation will not be enough to save him. His mind scratches for an answer, even while shot after shot is either avoided with a weave of the body or a flash of the saber.*
"...aha. Got it."
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