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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 19:52:38 GMT -8
*The wind howled and whipped up snow, making visibility poor. Jonas stood beneath his ship in knee deep snow, staring at a darkened mass that was the supposed pirate ship. The pirates themselves had done a poor job in trying to hide their presence, oddly enough their didn't seem to be a pirate presence at all. His gaze never left the ship when he heard Jak complaining behind him.*
::Sweet crap it's cold.:: *Jak stopped beside Jonas and stared at the ship in the distance.* ::Is that it? Cause this seems way to easy.::
::The scanners say that that's our boat. Shall we go see?:: *Without waiting for an answer to his question, Jonas started forward. The going was slow, between the deep snow and bone chilling wind. After what seemed like an hour, they crossed the short distance to the freighter. They came to a stop once they entered the shadow of the GR-75 transport. The hull looked scarred beneath the mountain of snow that was beginning to build up on it. No signs of recent damage, no recent repairs or guards. His eyes turned to the ramp that had been left down.* ::Looks like someone left the front door open.::
*The sound of ice breaking and winding gears echoed throughout the ship as the outer airlock was forced open. Jonas stepped inside and activated his helmet mounted lights. The shadows in the darkened ship melted away as the beams of light cast down the hallway. Ice cracked beneath their feet as they made their way into the vessel. Jaks voice was low and cautious over the comlink.* ::This place looks abandoned. What happened to the crew?" *His question was quickly answered as the rounded a corner. There in the hallway were three dead, frozen bodies. The light from Jonas's helmet landed on one revealing blaster burns across its chest.*
::I guess there was a falling out. Lets just find the cargo and get out of here.:: He muttered through his comlink. To which he received not complaints from his comrade. Room after room they searched, the signs of battle and bodies plagued each one. After almost half and hour they found what they were looking for, several crates with thier employers name on them.* ::Okay. Jak, check to see if it's all here. I'm going to find they package Karr talked about.:: *Leaving Jak behind, Jonas headed out towards the helm of the ship. He entered the room and was greeted by the same sight as the rest of the ship. A small massacre had taken place, only this time the captain was in the center. The captain was a human male, or was, his body was covered in burn marks and a thin layer of ice. Sitting next to him was the crate the Karr told him about. As Jonas set eyes on it, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine that wasn't caused by the weather. Something was in there, something not right. Carefully he stepped over to the crate, it was roughly half his size and almost half his weight. "Well." *He thought.* "Time to cash in."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 14:54:18 GMT -8
*A Sentinel landed abruptly on the surface. Mórrígan walked out, coffee in hand making herself as comfortable as she could*
"C'mon boys! Get it on!!!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 15:00:35 GMT -8
*The Bruins exited and immediately went about chiseling out a rink. shoveling out a 200"x85" rink, packing up snow carefully at the sides to act as boards. They were quiet but stars began to be tossed at the Flyers boys. Trouble was brewing*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 15:04:44 GMT -8
*The Flyers fast took over their side of the rink and began skating about and shooting. At long last they lined up for the dropping of the puck*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 15:32:01 GMT -8
*Mórrígan tosses the puck into the center area sitting back down. This gonna be sweet. Sipping her coffee she waits for the hockey to begin*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 15:54:42 GMT -8
*The puck scarcely touches the ice when O'Reilly pushes Holmgren. Jonathan starts talking to Schultz as McNab shoves Clark. Milbury and O'Brien skate over quickly making their presence known*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 17:13:23 GMT -8
*Holmgren drops his gloves tossing a right at O'Reilly. Shultz drops his gloves immediately, grabbing Jonathan with the left and throwing rights. McNab, by far the bigger of the two pulls down on Clark as the two lock arms. Dupont and Watson storm into the mess at Milbury and O'Brien. This going to be a mess. Parent makes a run at the mix up*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 17:34:52 GMT -8
*Cheevers skates to meet Parent who has tosses his gloves skating towards the mix up as O’Reilly ducks the punch throwing two rights back at Holmgren. Holmgren is hit but maintains his footing throwing a low fight at O’Reilly’s chin. Clark is unable to hold up so well against the much larger, stronger McNab, thus presses in to hold off the other man. Jonathan accepts the punches but comes back with a flurry of punches, one, two three. Moose Dupont rushes to stop Milbury with Watson on O’Brien. The boys become locked individual fights*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 18:29:49 GMT -8
*Cheevers with his eerie mask, stich marks on his face mask and Parent lock horns begging to wrestle. Holmgren and O’Reilly tossing in a flurry each both take punishment, Holmgren now sporting a bleeding nose. McNab tosses his weight left to irght trying to take Clark off his feet. Jonathan continues to rain blows down on Schulz. Milbury collides with Dupont and throes several hard hits. Watson and O’Brien shuffle around yet to commit to a lockup*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 18:49:18 GMT -8
*Cheevers lands a terrific surprising left to the side of the head of Parent. O'Reilly, a fierce competitor begins to punch in a frenzy teeth baring as he slugs away. McNab pushes the pulls to the left, as Jonathan lays on the punches at Scultz. McNab pushes forward with a sudden pull back and to the left. Jonathan now hangs onto Holmgren trying to tie up his arms. Milbury hangs on putting his attention into demobilizing Dupont. O'Brien throws a sneaky right at Watson as the donnybrook continues*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 19:15:26 GMT -8
*Parent goes down in a heap as Holmgren's knees buckle under the onslaught by O'Reilly. Scultz is holding up none the better under Jonathans pounding shots and the latter begins to pick his punches, aiming mainly at the nose. Clark buckles under McNab but leaves little room if any to open up on him. Dupont goes low taking a grab at Milbury's legs in an attempt to toss him to the ice. O'Brien presses in but misses with a haymaker at Watson's head*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 19:28:57 GMT -8
*Mórrígan a bit bored with the slugfest and getting a bit cold, finally screams out*
Stop!!!!
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 19:37:14 GMT -8
*The instant Mórrígan's order rings out all hostilities come to a screeching halt. The Flyers collect themselves skating over to the Queen of the Iron Fists. They stand awaiting the word*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 19:42:41 GMT -8
*Standing up Mórrígan snaps her fingers as she walks towards the Sentinel*
"Enough watching you fools slap the crap outta each other; my arse is freezing; we're going back to Manaan."
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 27, 2016 19:48:00 GMT -8
*The Flyers & Bruins follow without a word into the Sentinel behind the woman. The Hammer comments*
"Would you want to be alone in a room with that woman??"
*As the rest of the players breakdown laughing Scultz realizes the crude misinterpretation of his words and stays quiet following the woman*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 19:57:58 GMT -8
*All safely in the Sentinel it lifts off and is gone*
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Post by Vitiosus on Nov 7, 2016 12:51:20 GMT -8
Deep within the chambers of a forgotten cavern, something of unknown origin activates.
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Post by Terra Fauna on Aug 22, 2018 10:30:26 GMT -8
A group of sleeping Taun-tauns stir awake with a start, grunting and squealing in fright as they scatter off into the horizon at the sounding a roaring Wampa.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 23, 2019 12:59:22 GMT -8
Anemoi Station, Hoth.
A mission failed or incomplete. That was what happened to the team investigate Anemoi Station, an Organization outpost, on the icy planet of Hoth. After a catastrophic failure of communications and a containment outbreak, the facility lost contact with Organization comms buoys in orbit. The team investigating never completed their task and the incident was forgotten about when The Organization fell. Until now. Still powered from geothermal, solar and wind power, Anemoi Station was still operation, though partially buried in Hoth's ever-changing landscape. The facility had fallen silent and off the grid, until a recovery beacon finally managed to tick over. Whether it was programmed to do so, or an orbiting comm buoy was finally in range, a signal was transmitted across the Organization's network...
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 14, 2019 10:54:53 GMT -8
Amemoi Station, Hoth - Project AthenaFacility Personnel Testimonials:Dr. Steven Easton – Day 231"The final scans are in! It’s a Taung! A real Taung! I knew that ship was Mandalorian, I just knew it. Perfectly preserved too, we're going to try to reanimate him once we get the right equipment here. This is the discovery of a lifetime!" Dr. Steven Easton – Day 295"The thawing process begins today. Lazarus is in full swing now, at Dr. Breslin’s side I feel as though we can do anything. I can’t believe I’m going to be able to talk to a real Taung, I’ll be the first in thousands of years. It’s crazy, a thought to be extinct species alive and well, right here." Captain Cameron Preston – Day 300"Status Update: Dr. Terrence Faust has escaped. I repeat, Dr. Terrence Faust has escaped. Anemoi Station is now on lockdown. Dr. Faust is to be considered armed and dangerous, do not approach. I repeat, do not approach." <Unknown> – Day 301"Help us…" Static
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