Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 30, 2014 15:48:38 GMT -8
Getting shot in the head this time did something. The blaster impacted the skull and his head snapped back. Xeonon stumbled backwards into the wall, his face blackened and hair singed. The crown tumbled from the his head to the ground and he fell. For a second it would seem as if Xeonon was dead then he cackled and stood up his face back in normal condition.
Sorry, I couldnt resist busting your balls mate. What would you prefer if not buddy, Arkan. There was a lot of blood, someone put Ewoks on this planet and it wasnt Dragus. Their scourge could not be allowed to spread.
He purposefully left out the answer, in truth it was pretty safe in there. Lots of blood, fur and bones for dramatic effect plus one Ewok still alive in the corner sobbing. He would be allowed to live to spread the word not to fuck with him.
He pushed the door open and turned back to Arkan.
Go ahead in.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 16:04:04 GMT -8
Arkan observed the wraith in his "death", it did not amuse him. He took a step closer to the door and ignore the wraith until he opened the door. The Captain stepped through and quickly looked around, hoping to find some turret controls.
"I'd prefer Arkan or Captain. Why are you here?"
He was speaking to Xeonon but his head was looking around the room studying the consoles for clues as to their function.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Dec 30, 2014 16:07:07 GMT -8
An old man with a long beard walked out from a locked door inside the compound, that may or may not have even been there previously. An intense wave of heat and blue light came out from behind him, the roaring of the star he had just vacated echoing through the halls. The door closed, and vanished. Now, the old man with the beard looked around, his eyes squinting to adjust to the lack of blindingly bright light. There was a swirly straw in his hand, and the green robe he was wearing was singed around the edges. Still smoking in fact.
Dazbog pocketed his favorite straw and crossed his arms, rubbing them with his hands to warm himself in the chilling change of climate he now found himself in.
"Cold as Chill's Icebox in here. Who turned off the heat?"
And thus began the Incredible Journey for the Thermostat.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 30, 2014 16:15:40 GMT -8
He shrugged and walked into the room parting the blood as if it was a red sea. Ha I laughed. Anyways, he walked in the blood parting before him and he knelt by the Ewok and stroked its fur making it quiver.
You got it captain Arkan. What a guy cant go where there is stuff happening? If you must know the Whills are doing something and I am here to take credit for them and watch over yall. If I get to kill some people in the process whats to say it isnt fun. Oh go to that console over there. The code is THX1138.
He pointed to the one over in the corner that had the least amount of gore on the screens. Almost on cue Xeonons head turned. He could feel the change in the air, not the cold but the power. The smell of coffee was faintly tasted on the air. He was here. A Whill. About damn time.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 16:24:29 GMT -8
Arkan was walking towards the console in the corner when an old man seemed to appear from a door that didn't exist. The Echani quickly turned and shot a single blaster bolt through the old man's forehead.
"Great, another one!"
After it didn't affect the being, the pirate turned his attention to the console, using the code that had been suggested. It worked and he began to quickly look at the settings.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 16:29:52 GMT -8
Whatever door might/might not have led to the bar where i had holed up opened briefly
"Hey! keep it down out there, I am working on a design you can try to steal later."
the door closed (locked if the writer went offline) and I resumed my plans. the Huyang database was vague on the precepts of darksaber... so i had to use what knowledge i had previous to gain an edge in creating my new emitter
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Dec 30, 2014 16:32:48 GMT -8
Dazbog was in the middle of a great yawn, still waking himself from his long period of rest and ingesting the power of living stars to return to full strength when, turning a corner and receiving a blaster bolt into his forehead. His first reaction was confusion. Where was he, and why were people shooting? By the smell of the place, Dagobah. He was still aligning himself properly with the stars that surrounded the planet. He was a bit rusty.
After nearly a fully ten seconds of just standing there, with a strange look on his face, Dazbog put the back of his hand to his head and made a dramatic prance around the area, much like an over dramatic ending to an old black and white holovid.
"Oh no! I am slain! Right in the frontal lobe! What will poor Sheila do without me? What about our three thousands and eleven children? Who will provide them with food?"
Dazbog removed his hand from his head and huffed.
"You really should watch where you aim that thing. You're lucky I wasn't just some poor soul wandering around."
And with gesture of his hand a cup of coffee appeared in his hand. Or was it always there? He smiled as he took a sip.
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Cal Witwer
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Post by Cal Witwer on Dec 30, 2014 16:34:23 GMT -8
And just like that, cobwebs lift, mind rights itself like a toy boat emerging from a storm, and Cal shakes it off.
I'm... I'm ok... He feels blood trickle down the side of his head, wipes at the small lacerations on his brow (succeeding mostly in smearing dirt and blood across half his face) and crouches to take stock of the situation. Some great lout has dumped a ruddy great log in the way of the Black Guards, and now he can't see where the attackers have gone. For that matter, he seems to be sitting alone, under some sort of support buttress. Where did that Jedi kid go?
Not one to make a fuss out of nothing, nor go looking for trouble when there was a perfectly suitable side door available, the pilot moves quickly along the wall toward the main entrance. Arriving, he checks his side-arm and saber, before heading up the ramp and into the fortification.
This distress beacon had better be worth it.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 30, 2014 16:39:29 GMT -8
Whats with all the doors man? What ever happened to the days of a fiery entrance, explosions, hell fire and brimstone? Oh well. He was more concerned about the Whill than Monte. In a past life they had met before Xeonon had passed beyond the grave. After delayed reaction he just shook his head. This was what passed for a Whill these days? Gods what a pity.
Dazzy my... friend. What are you here for? Dont you prefer to stay in your little coffee shop or whatever tickles your fancy these days? I was under the impression you Whills liked to stay away from the universe, that is why I am here.
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Dec 30, 2014 16:42:20 GMT -8
*The sounds of battle grew louder as Sobrius approached the compound, still cloaked in shadow. While he did not expect to be seen, he still remained wary of his surroundings, should a stray blast come his way; cloaking would not save him from physical injury. There seemed to be a handful of rather young Jedi... foolish, he thought, to bring so many to such a potentially hazardous place. Foolhardy, fitting of the Jedi.
He moved like the shadow he deemed himself to be, thankful for the cover of night to aid in his approach. The compound, surprisingly, was open, though he could sense the presence of others inside... Light, and dark, one of particular mystery, and one of great power. Curious... Sobrius only continued in further, with any luck remaining unimpeded by the battlers outside. Whatever lay in wait in here he hoped was worth his time and effort. If not... well, this compound wasn't the only place of interest for him upon the world...*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 16:52:22 GMT -8
Arkan found the controls for the turrets and he turned them off. This was an excellent turn of events and he quickly sent a message to the Cutlass from his wrist console before turning to the other worldly beings in the room.
"It's been excellent chatting to both of you but I only really have one question. Is there anything worth stealing in this stinking compound?"
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Dec 30, 2014 17:02:09 GMT -8
Dazbog shrugged and sipped his coffee and he walked over to Xeonon and stared into his eyes. The curtain opened for a moment and the serious nature overcame the jolly carefree nature most associated him with.
"I go where I please."
The metaphorical curtain closed and the Whill's jolly nature returned, patting Xeo on the shoulder, gripping his shoulder tightly.
"Besides, I just opened the door to my refresher and came out here. Sometimes my door just takes me where it wants to go. I think we need couple's therapy to talk about respecting one another."
Dazbog removed his hand from Xeo and put it on his chin, trying to think. He answered Arkan's question with a question.
"What do mortals find valuable these days, anyway? Have my plans to replace the Universal Credit with Coffee been successful? If so, I have a good news."
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 30, 2014 17:10:10 GMT -8
Rubbing his shoulder he wondered how the Whill had touched him, then he remember it was a Whill. He did not give to craps about touching people who did not give him permission. That and he did not really care.
His hand shot up like a rocket, or a little boy who knows an answer in the classroom.
Ohh Ohh pick me! Pick me! Oh fuck it. There is a chest, there are keys. Find the keys and you will open the chest. Inside you will find something to take you scurvy dog.
Its not coffee, nor credits but something youll find attractive.
Actually it was far more complicated than that but not really. You would need to find 7 keys and once all the keys are brought together the chest will open. Also you will need a hover sled at ht eh least because it is really heavy. Like 6050 pounds heavy.
As for us getting couples therapy I think we should take the more ancient route. Get in a fight, then no matter who wins we drink coffee and spread some love and enjoy upon these mortals.
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Zed Bakiska
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Dec 30, 2014 17:17:38 GMT -8
Here is a good place to start. Zed had taken refuge on the planet during the Mandalorian Wars, the other Jensaarai had gone off to war but he knew a lost cause when he saw one. He left before he could complete his trials, and was without his armour or lightsaber. Instead he wore a Scout Trooper armour, and had a very nice Power Hammer on his back and a short vibro-axe on his hip. It was 2 feet, most times but could extend up to 8 feet.
The Jensaarai heard the fighting from his hut and walked to see some Ewoks fleeing the scene. Damn Woks Being a being that fed off the force he was drawn there, this planet was teeming with the force but there was something about the force off sentient organics. Axe in hand the Stennes walked towards the battle unabashed, his natural cloaking ability helping him cross to where Cal Witwer was unobstructed. Almost as if by magic he appeared befoere the man. Whats happening here?
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Post by Cal Witwer on Dec 30, 2014 17:18:37 GMT -8
Cal tentatively enters the complex, bypassing the main corridor for a side passage. Moving with shadows and using as much concealment as is possible, he passes the first door he comes to, and the second. The third door, he pauses beside. A tremor, a feeling in the Force. He tries the handle and finds the door unlocked. Opening it with saber drawn, leads to a line of containment fields and a hallway with a door at the far end. Passing the containment fields, the pilot tries the door at the far end, and it opens on some kind of med-lab.
Setting his saber down on top of a table, he sets to bandaging his shoulder wound before anything else happens...
There's noise from an adjoining room. Cal's attention is immediately drawn, and he wills his saber to his hand, moving cautiously toward the door on the side wall of the med-lab.
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The man appeared before him, and Cal recoiled in shock, nearly igniting the laightsaber, but keeping it together.
Dark sun, man! You scared the shite out of me! An appraising look There's some movement behind this door. Wanna see what's in there?
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Jemima Sacharo
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Dec 30, 2014 17:23:49 GMT -8
"......"
Jemima was not sure how she got here. Just that she now was.
There was apparently battle going on, and she was...fully equipped?
Well, at least I have something to work with. She thought, Now, who needs a doctor?
This had to be a weird random dream that Coruscanti girls are prone to when they fancy a spot of adventure.
"Anyone need help...or something?" She asked aloud.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 30, 2014 17:26:02 GMT -8
Arkan observed the two beings having such a normal discussion. He wasn't sure what he expected really, especially the cryptic answer to his question. So, clarification was needed but again, he didn't expect much. He asked his question but didn't direct it to either being in the room.
"Where are the keys and the chest?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 17:27:31 GMT -8
Shortly after Jemima said those words a crackle came on her comm link
::Hello? sorry for hacking the frequency... but if you are offering help, i am trying to design a new emitter lense that mimics the Darksabers of old::
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Jemima Sacharo
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Dec 30, 2014 17:34:02 GMT -8
Jemima looked at her comlink and quickly responded, :: What's a darksaber??? ::
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Dec 30, 2014 17:34:28 GMT -8
Dazbog rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. A large chest appeared from nowhere, floating in the center of the air. It was red and gold, with the mark of the Immortal Bean on a golden seal of the key latch. Mumbling to himself the Coffee Whill took out a key ring and started fiddling with it. He seemed disappointed.
"Must have left the key in my other robes. You wouldn't happen to have a trans-dimensional gate key on you, would you? About the size of a small pen?"
His coffee mug disappeared and was instead replaced by several pairs of robes which he began rummaging through the pockets of.
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