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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 20:59:13 GMT -8
-Mig
Sure enough it is. Until we meet again, Tinkerbell. Roughriders! Warboys! Mount Up!
Following his own order, Mig swung himself back into the saddle of his heavily modified bike. A few moments later, the convoy was once again racing off in the same direction as before. Leaving only swirls of dust at the outpost.
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Post by Ryker Caldwell on Mar 10, 2016 21:35:02 GMT -8
A Crix Class Assault Shuttle fell from the sky in a not so graceful descent towards the planets surface a few miles from Mos Eisley. It pulled up from the descent at the last second ending with a rather loud and painful sounding touch down and skidding a few meters in the sand before coming to a complete rest. A cloud of dust settled on and around the ship as the engine’s whining slowly stopped.
Inside the ship Ryker Caldwell walked into the cockpit where his pilot and co-pilot were checking the ships data to see what damages were sustained from their rather bad landing. Ryker walked up behind them and placed his hands on their shoulders.
"Thanks for getting us here, but do you think next time we can get a bit better landing?" There was a hint of playfulness in his voice. It was normal for Ryker to joke with the crew and for them to do so as well.
The pilot leaned back as Ryker removed his hands.
"Of course sir." he reached for the comms button "Assuming there is an engineer on board that can fix those stabilizers..."
A young male voice came back across the comms "Screw you Jackson!" The three in the cockpit laughed as Glade, the co-pilot, stood up and stretched before turning to Ryker.
"Too be completely fair boss, he doesn't really have the parts we need to get this bucket running in tip top shape."
Ryker grinned "Yeah, but doesn't mean we can't joke with the lad some." The lad he was referring to was their newest member of the crew. A 17 year old boy named Cooper.
Ryker turned towards the door, but stopped mid way and looked at the empty chair where the navigation officer would normally be sitting "Uh, where is Leo?"
Jackson nervously smiled "he... uh.. well, he hit his head pretty good from the landing and we sent him down to Carter in the med-bay to get looked at."
"yeah, he wasn't really all with it after that landing" Glade chimed in
Ryker noticed their uneasy looks "Relax, as long as no one died, then were all good. Even if the landing gear took a bit of a beating." He started for the door again "Besides, the landing was better than the take off" He had a large smile on his face as he walked out of the cockpit.
"He was talking about your take off by the way." Jackson stated as he pointed at Glade
Glade grinned "Yeah, but he doesn't know that."
Jackson stood and jokingly threw one of Ryker's many Nerf darts that were lying around towards his co-pilot before he started checking over the damages again. Glade laughed as he dodged the dart and starting heading for the door "I'm gonna see if Cooper needs any help with those stabilizers."
Jackson waved his hand in acknowledgement as he continued looking through the data from the landing. Outside the ship you could hear the faint sound of their A-A5 speeder truck racing away as Ryker headed towards Mos Eisley in search of some income.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 10, 2016 17:27:49 GMT -8
The Mark III bulk transport's power finally failed, only a hundred meters above the ground. The fact that the ground in question was a chunk of mountain didn't help much. Smashing into the mountain, & carving a path down one side, the transport came to a rest in a valley. It had failed to reach its goal of the flat-lands on which most of the cities of the planet were located. It did however come down not more than a few score kilometres from Jabba's Palace. Today was certainly a very busy day for crashes. The crew in this case wasn't as lucky as the earlier crash, as there were no survivors.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 18:50:12 GMT -8
Unlike the wreck from earlier, this one was more difficult to get to. The clearance was much too small to risk trying to load Silver with the craft. It wouldn't even be able to help with ferrying goods as the nearest safe landing zone was nearly as far as the Palace itself was. Instead the war rigs & speeders once again set out. This time however they would be shuttling back & forth with loads of whatever they could salvage from the wreck.
The first thing, at least for Sand Lightning Clan, was to check to see if anyone survived the crash. Of the ten beings on board, none were still alive. The Uniforms of the crew, however, was interesting in that it looked Imperial. Though they had a different symbol & the clothes looked too newly made to be recovered Imperial uniforms. With that settled, the jawas began searching the ship. While some attempted to pry open the cargo bays to discover what the ship had been carrying, others began to quickly loot the living areas of anything that might spoil. That would be loaded onto the war rigs first.
By the time they were certain they had gathered anything that might go bad, one of the war rigs & several speeders had already been loaded to capacity. As that war rig & its accompanying convey took off to unload at the Palace, the other war rigs began to be loaded. Finally managing to open the main cargo bay, the jawas began to poke into crates. Treasure beyond treasures. Cargo container after cargo container of starship parts. From the look of it the entire ship was stuffed with the disassembled parts for starfighters. TIE fighters to be precise. Maybe as many as a thousand total, though it was hard to tell with them all separated by piece.
The loose salvage from the crew areas, including the machinery that was being quickly dismantled & pulled from sockets, was loaded on the speeders. The much larger cargo crates however were carefully pulled from the transport & stowed in the war rigs, even stacked up & tied down on the top decks. The war rigs were loaded as heavily as their repulsors could handle. There was no telling how long they would have before some tusken clan or outworld criminal showed up to try & steal their bounty.
As soon as each was loaded, the war rigs took off toward the Palace, followed by any speeders that also had a full load. For a few hours, only a small band of roughriders & warboys stayed at the wreck, guarding it until the war rigs returned. & return they did, as quickly as they could unload, they turned around & raced back to the treasure hoard. It would take several days of constant looting to get just the cargo crates, let alone the wealth of systems & components that could be salvaged from such a find.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2016 10:17:06 GMT -8
The sandcrawler made its slow way along its route. There had been rumblings of attacks in the southern part of the plains, but they still needed to make sales. That & there were always rumblings of attacks. Before much longer the crawler would enter the switch-back laden path that led up from the badlands to the plains. This was a smaller clan, only fifteen jawas. Too small to even have their own depot.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 18, 2016 15:24:31 GMT -8
The Tuskens watched the Sandcrawler from atop some some rocks, staying low to keep out of site. They had one shot at this. These Tuskens were remnants of several tribes and clans that had been attacked and nearly wiped out. They had found each other by fate. Most had been part of peaceful clans, but without a home or place to return to, they had devolved to raiding to survive once more. All of their remaining resources that had been gathered from previous raids were being used. If they failed they would die, but the chance at the Sandcrawler was too tempting.
A war cry erupted from the sides of a canyon the Sandcrawler was forced to go through to reach the plains as it passed, and a rocket flew through the air and impacted on the front left side of the cockpit. The rocket exploded, but it was a low yield explosive, and did little damage to the superstructure of the sandcrawler. It did however, cause the Jawas to increase their speed, and turned away from the attack once it reached the open sands. As it turned right, several improvised explosives went off as the sandcrawler rolled over them. The Tuskens intended to immobilize the Jawas so they could board and rip their way inside and reap the benefits.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2016 20:58:01 GMT -8
The Jawas panicked. Attacks on crawlers were rare, but usually fatal to any Jawas unlucky enough to have it happen to them. As the first explosion rocked the crawler, the pilot slammed the vehicle into high gear in a panic. Admittedly, high gear was all of fifteen miles per hour. The small explosions below however caused the large vehicle to slip a track, effectively bringing it to a dead halt. Inside the crawler, the Jawas scrambled around to locate things that could be used in defense. Other than a small host of droids that where rapidly being pressed into service, the vehicle had a significant lack of anything other than ion weapon. Only a single, older blaster pistol was found.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 19, 2016 9:50:45 GMT -8
The Tusken Raiders let out a cry of victory as the Sandcrawler came to a halt, giving them the opportunity they needed to board it. Penetrating the thick armored hull of the would take time, but it was the only them keeping them from their prize. As the group of around twenty Tuskens gathered outside, ropes with hooks were launched from their Cycler rifles and some began to climb to the top of the large vehicle. Their goal was the windows of the cockpit, which could be broken. The others focused on the side gantry, trying to break open the door by force. If even one of these ventures proved successful, they would be able to take the sandcrawler easily. If they were able to gain entry on both targets, they would be able to corner the Jawas and eliminate them as a threat.
As the first Tuskens reached the top of the sandcrawler, they made their way over the hull to the front, and lowered themselves down. Hanging from ropes, the Tuskens began to beat relentlessly on the windows of the cockpit.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jun 19, 2016 11:54:17 GMT -8
=Meanwhile, many Kilometers away=
The suns waned on the horizon as the swoop sped across the cooling landscape. By day the dunes were an endless expanse of sand but by night they took on the cool sheen of small waves in an endless ocean. Enam gave a snort to the parallel as he tightened his hand on the throttle and increased their speed.
"Are we in a rush?"
Enam looked back to Xia. She had taken off her re-breather, her pale features giving him a witty smile. "I thought you were asleep... in any case, I've been thinkin'. There might be someone to talk to on this rock. But I'm not too sure we'd be welcome to even strike up a conversation..."
Xia sat up to lean on the back of Enam's seat. "What do you mean; not too sure we'd be welcome?"
"As in - we're not exactly the type to get together an sing around a campfire kind of people. More like - get together, have harsh words, come to blows kind of people," Enam chuckled.
"Ok, let me rephrase that..." She thought a moment before speaking again. "Should we even bother seeing these people, and who are they anyways?"
"Yes, and Tuskens."
"Tuskens?"
"Yup, the Old Man had his bony hands into everything."
"But they're nomadic, how are we going to find them?"
"This clan ain't, and we've been going towards their conclave since just after you nodded off."
"So, you weren't going to spring this on me until we were there?"
"Yup... I was hoping to forego the 20 questions, but I should have known better," Enam laughed as several blows hit his back.
"You're an arse... how much longer do you think before we're there?"
"Maybe half a day, maybe a little less, more than likely just before those suns get too hot for us to be under again."
Xia leaned back into the cargo net that was her seat, and stared into the sparkling backdrop of stars above. "Wake me when we get there. I'm pretty sure that I should be the one doing all the talking."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 21:23:27 GMT -8
The side hatch popped open surprisingly easily. The Tuskens standing their would be surprised to see a single waddling power droid standing nearly flush with where the door had been. A thick package had been hastily attached to its front panel.
-Power Droid
GONK.
It barely had time to get off that single sound before the makeshift ion charge fired & breached its containment systems. With the next door leading further into the crawler already closed & hastily welded shut, the massive blast had nowhere to go but out of the open hatch. It was in effect a makeshift shaped charge dumping all of its energy out into what ever unlucky tuskens were there in a spreading bloom of fire that crawled along that entire side of the crawler, but had little reach beyond the vehicle's hull. The package, on the other hand, was a different story. It was, or had been at least, were a large number of bolts & screws had been kept for easy location during general repairs. The blast smashed the case & created a shotgun spray of molten & semi-molten metal.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 20, 2016 17:45:03 GMT -8
The Tuskens hooted and hollered as the door opened, but their cries of victory were quickly silenced as the droid appeared before them. Only a few of the Tuskens noticed the package for what it was, but even with a head start they did not have time to full escape the blast radius of the makeshift claymore. After the smoke cleared and those that had survived were able to stand, there were only four of them left standing, and even then they were still in far worse shape than their brethren aboard the roof of the sandcrawler. The Tuskens' rage took over, their pride hurt just as much as they had been. They moved the wreckage of the droid out of the way and began banging on the sealed door before them.
Up above, hanging from the side of the sandcrawler, the other Tuskens continued hammering away at the protective glass that was the only thing keeping them from the inside. At first only a few cracks spread throughout the glass, but soon the glass was shattered. The first Tuskens swung into the Sandcrawler, gaderffii at the ready for the Jawas within. Those atop the crawler yelled at those still banging on the door, and the two of the four that could still climb did so quickly. The remaining two that were too weak to climb continued at the door, yelling, cursing and describing in detail what they would do to the Jawas in their native tongue at the Jawas inside, hoping they could hear every word.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 20:50:42 GMT -8
The panels of the large vehicle were unusually dark, given that the vehicle was obviously still working. Unlike the side hatch, the door to the bridge was visibly open slightly, with only the bare metal of the deck between the window & the door. In fact the bridge seemed unusually bare of anything but bare metal. In one corner of the bridge, the usual power feed that ran the controls had been hastily pulled free & wired directly into the deck panels. The bridge itself was isolated, normally to protect it from any serious charges that might strike the main body of the ship. In this case it served the opposite function of keeping the rest of the body safe from the charge that was running through the floor, walls & even the ceiling of the bridge. The first few tuskens to swing into the bridge got a shocking surprise. One of high enough power to actually cause then to burst into flame. They would have to find a way to cross three meters of cramped deck without touching any metal to break the power flow. A trick the jawas had pulled with a very, very thick pair of rubber pads. Even then, the Tuskens would find the next doors leading further in to the vehicle also shut & hastily welded.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 21, 2016 7:08:35 GMT -8
The Tuskens jerked and screamed as the electricity fried their insides, their robes bursting into flame. The other Tuskens that were about to swing down went down slowly and watched in horror as their brethren were dying. Prayers to protect them from this dark magic were whispered, and the Tuskens hanging from the ropes climbed back up. The seven remaining Tuskens gathered outside the Sandcrawler, going through their packs and taking out everything they had that could be used for the purpose they were thinking of.
As most of the Tuskens withdrew from the sandcrawler, the remaining one Tusken at the starboard hatch finished wiring up the explosive charge next the door. The Tuskens patted his mask wrapping onto his forehead to soak up the flowing sweat underneath. After lighting the fuse, the Tusken high tailed it away from the sandcrawler, joining his kin atop a dune to watch the fireworks.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 19:04:05 GMT -8
The small explosive ripped through the hastily jammed door. Unfortunately for the jawas deeper in the ship, the trap that had been set up for that area had been to flood it with a smothering gas ... with had the unfortunate property of being flammable. The second explosion shook the entire vehicle, nearly pushing it over onto its side as the side of the craft turned into a makeshift rocket engine for a few scant seconds. Several jawas still setting traps deeper in the crawler were killed, either from the heat or from accidentally tripping the trap they had been attempting to set. The surviving jawas held their collective breath to see what the Tuskens would do next.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 21, 2016 19:28:45 GMT -8
The Tuskens had fully intended on leaving the Sandcrawler, with the seven or so that remained of them, and one being too injured to fight, even taking on a group of Jawas seemed like a suicidal feat, especially given the small beings' proficiency with technology. But when not only one explosion, the one from their own explosives, but two explosions went off, rocking the Sandcrawler, their spirits rose. The Tuskens hooted and ran back down the dune they had stood atop and towards the side hatch of the sandcrawler.
As they neared the sandcrawler once more, the Tuskens increased their speed, pushing themselves as quickly as they could to the cover of the side of the vehicle, so as not to be easy targets while they advanced. Once they reached the hull of the sandcrawler, the first two there peeked their heads around the corner of the hatch. There was still smoke obscuring their vision, so they waited for the smoke to clear before moving in. They would be smarter now, and try not to be caught off guard again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 19:49:28 GMT -8
After what seemed like forever, the sounds of the Tuskens outside returned. It seemed they wouldn't give up so soon. The blast had ruptured many of the doors & disabled most of the traps that had been set. All that remained were ten jawas in the central forge area. Above the door leading into the area was a trap that should swing a heavy grate studded with jagged metal poles down into anyone that set foot on the floor inside the door. After that it would just be a matter of seeing if their lone blaster, random mix of Ion weapons & hodgepodge of tools for melee would allow them to survive.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 21, 2016 20:06:25 GMT -8
The Tuskens finally moved in once the smoke mostly cleared out. One by one they filed into the sandcrawler, moving deeper into the vehicle and clearing each area as best they could. So far they had not come across any more traps. What they had come across were several bodies. Each one was a success in the eyes of the Tuskens. It meant that they would have less Jawas to deal with in the future. As they made their way further into the vehicle, two of the Tuskens turned the corner into the forge and at first sight of the Jawas rushed forward, tripping the spike trap and getting impaled by the spikes. Their weapons hit the floor, blood draining from their wounds onto the floor and creating a dark red pool.
Hearing the trap go off, the other five Tuskens gathered outside the forge and peeked around the corner, firing potshots blindly at the Jawas within. None crossed the threshold of the forge room, worried that there may be other traps ahead.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 20:14:12 GMT -8
The trap, still holding upright the two slain tuskens, filled much of the doorway, though the grate at the rear was large enough to fire through or even pass a fair sized watermelon. However, the trap was still blocking the doorway, any attempt to force their way into the room would be dangerous as the grate would have to be held up by at least one, a dangerous task by itself due to the sharp bits of metal sticking out randomly from it. To make matters worse, anyone attempting such a feat would be more or less standing in the open for the massed fire of the jawas. If the jawas could summon enough courage to stick their heads up & fire that is. For the moment, they remained firmly ducked down behind a large solid metal workbench opposite the doorway.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 22, 2016 8:37:32 GMT -8
The Tuskens stopped firing when they realized the Jawas were not shooting back. Two of them moved forward and took cover behind the bodies of their fallen fellows. One of the two continued firing at the Jawas behind their cover, while the other focused on opening the way for the remaining Tuskens to get inside the room. As the trap creaked out of the way, the other Tuskens rushed in, trying to overtake the Jawas quickly. As they advanced the two Tuskens at the trap both started firing at the Jawas behind their cover, still using the dead bodies of the two Tuskens as cover of their own.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2016 15:35:38 GMT -8
As the tusken's fire lessened somewhat, the bravest of the jawas poked his head up. Seeing the tuskens attempting to lift the heavy grate, he leveled his weapon & fired. This was, point of fact, the same jawa that had managed to get his hands on a working blaster pistol. The shot was poorly aimed, but the sound of bolstered the courage of the other remaining jawas. A moment later, a wave of ion fire struck the metal grate. Most of it was blindly fired while the jawa remained ducked behind the barrier. Ion weapons were not designed to damage organics. The massed fire poring into the metal grate had the effect however of imparting a sight charge to it. Anyone touching either the metal or the suspended bodies would feel a sudden heavy shock. It probably wouldn't be lethal do most healthy people, but it would make lifting the grate that much harder due to having to fight through the pain of the shocks & the muscle spasms. As the second wave poured Ion fire into the frame, the brave jawa continued to pump the far more lethal blaster bolts through the door. He was, unfortunately, not a terribly good shot, but the distance was fairly short & volume of fire counted for a lot.
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