Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 6, 2015 23:22:26 GMT -8
She’d been vigilant to mentally map the quickest route back to the ship before sliding her E-11 into its holster. The derelict craft around them gave another shudder as Lia shouldered past Rik’s outstretched helping hand and ‘ladies first’ expression. She lowered herself part way, careful not to clang her grav boots on the metal rungs. “If I die on this ship, I’m gonna kill you,” she said matter-of-factually, giving Rik a scathing glare before making her way down the access shaft. The only reason she’d agreed to him roping her into this venture was because he’d promised her (on pain of death) a cut of the profit after he sold ‘all the glorious six-figure salvage’ waiting for them somewhere inside. …That, and maybe she was secretly hoping he’d fall through the floor and break his confidence, since her tart attitude and glacial expressions weren't doing the trick.
Lia was accomplished at being quiet. In fact, she’d made it all the way down the hatch without so much as a peep. It was a lengthy descent, but she was used to climbing around in weird spaces for long periods of time. Rik closed the top hatch, re-pressurizing the access way, and at a nod from her, hit the controls to open the bottom hatch. Lia re-situated her shield, drew her E-11, and dropped to the ground in the hallway below, hoping the floor was solid and safe. It was.
The entire time he stalked the hallway he kept low and moved slowly and carefully. He listened closely for any signs of life aboard the derelict ship other than himself.
The man in front of her was definitely not safe.
Instinct kicked in, even before she saw the hint of a lightsaber at his belt, the sinister flash in his green eyes. With a startled yelp, she had her E-11 up and had squeezed off two shots before her brain caught up with her body, backpedaling away from the Force user as fast as she could.
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Post by Bloodshot on Feb 6, 2015 23:24:15 GMT -8
The remains of deck B, such as they were, were not even remotely close to what one might call habitable. Power fluctuations caused showers of sparks and wildly flickering lights throughout the deck, and the Umbaran mercenary had run into three separate instances of grav plating that did the same thing. One second he was weightless, and the next he weighed half a ton and the already compromised floor could barely hold him. It was one such instance that led to his current predicament.
One moment, he'd been stalking along, searching for the others he knew would be here by now and trying to find a way into the ship's computer core four decks down, and the next he was jerked toward the floor as his body and the armor that covered it were suddenly possessed of a weight usually reserved for small vehicles. Unfortunately, this was a level of strain the poor floor was simply unable to take, and it was mere moments later that the mercenary found himself crashing through several layers of star destroyer deck plating, traversing the distance between the levels much faster than he had ever intended. There was a loud thud as he hit deck E, followed by the sound of straining metal and imminent structural failure before that floor too decided to give up on life and dropped right out from underneath Bloodshot's prone form. Ah.... Kriff.
The good news was that he was just now falling through the ceiling above the computer core antechamber. The bad news was that directly below him, and right at the landing point of his rapid and unintended descent, stood a figure clad in a black form-fitting body glove and sporting an assortment of blades and blasters not entirely unlike his own. "MOVE!" Was the only thing he had time to shout before crashing down atop the man.
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Post by Drallinix on Feb 6, 2015 23:38:42 GMT -8
The minute the woman dropped he had began reaching for his lightsaber feeling as though it was an ambush. When she brought up the blaster he learned two things, first she wasn't a jed, second that she had hostile intent. As she brought her blaster up he used the force to pull his saber into his hand and ignite it. The first bolt he caught in a downward guard and was sent flying into the wall to his left. The second bolt was intercepted when he swung the saber, then using the momentum he continued the spin dropping to one knee and threw his left hand out in an attempt to force push her off her feet.
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Post by Rik Vane on Feb 6, 2015 23:51:00 GMT -8
At the sound of blasterfire, Rik gave up on actually climbing down the ladder and instead simply let go and fell, tapping the ignition for his boots just before he dropped out of the shaft and hit the floor in order to slow his descent. When he landed, Lia was still somewhere behind him and the reason for her blasterfire, a man clad in black leather and durasteel armor and wielding a lightsaber, was ready and able to go to war on the pair. If you don't let me help with this and that gets us killed, I'm going to haunt you for eternity in the afterlife. "Shut the kriff up and let me focus." His external comms had been turned off, and with a short command he switched them back on after dealing with his errant passenger. "Back off, now. She just got jumpy." Just in case he didn't back off, though, Rik had already drawn his right-hand pistol and begun focusing the coverage of his shield gauntlets around his hands and forearms. Better to be prepared than dead.
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Lia Corusa
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 7, 2015 0:53:32 GMT -8
Lia fell backwards as the Force slammed into her chest, knocking her on her back and sending her sliding a good twenty feet down the hallway. Air left her lungs in a rush, but she couldn’t lay there, couldn’t catch her breath, had to get up, had to run, had to fight, but mostly run, because as creative as she was, odds were always stacked against you when you couldn’t push people around with your mind. She heard Rik’s voice as she scrambled on her side and put her hand out to push herself up… only to meet empty space. Lia cast her gaze sideways.
She’d missed a gaping hole in the floor by inches. Inches.
And there were others. Big, small, they peppered the hallway floor beyond like so many giant coins cast on a table.
Air returned suddenly to her lungs. Carefully, she crawled away from the gaping hollow in the floor, noting every heart-stopping groan of the floor. But she hadn’t forgotten about the guy with the lightsaber. Which was red, by the way. Lia knew enough about these people to know red meant bad things ninety-nine percent of the time. “Jumpy. Just… jumpy,” she panted in agreement, coming to stand next to Rik. Her E-11 was still trained on the Force user, for all the good it would do her, and her green eyes glittered venomously at him. But she knew when to fold. For now. There was one good thing about all of this, though. He was obviously not a bounty hunter, or she’d be tied up in the back of his ship already.
Lia glanced at Rik. “Got anything that can fly over holes? Because the hallway is full of ‘em, and that’s where we need to go. Or we could go back to the ship and get the hell out of here. I'm in favor of that.” She eyed the man with the saber, her sour expression full of distaste. “And how are we supposed to get past Saber Boy here?”
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Post by Drallinix on Feb 7, 2015 3:40:05 GMT -8
Putting his single saber away Kahzak reached behind him and pulled out his double bladed saber igniting it. He spun it in an arc around him before assuming a ready stance, he didn't trust these newcomers. His eyes narrowed at the woman's words and he sneered slightly.
"If it was a mistake why are you still pointing guns at me? It is an act of treason to point a gun at a sith, even if said sith is just an assassin. Neither of you are my targets I hunt much more noteworthy prey, a jedi. As for how your going to get past me you aren't, not until I get some answers at least."
His eyes remained trained mostly on the man, it was obvious he was the veteran. However he made sure to keep his senses and peripheral vision on the woman. If they tried to fire upon him they would be met by a flurry of bladework that even most sith lords would be hardpressed to match.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 7, 2015 4:52:48 GMT -8
Well it seems that even Jedi were afraid of the image that the Empire made of their Stormtroopers. Mouthy or not he ran away from them. Shrugging his shoulders let the man go, he did not want to fight and after his last run in with a Force User he did not want to fight one.
Squads 2 3 and 4 there appear to be other people on board. Shoot to kill, if there is one Jedi there is bound to be others.
Getting their acknowledgement signs Erebus proceeded to the bridge. Exiting the hanger he felt the gravity come back on in this section as he dropped to the ground. Hearing the deack beneath him groan from the strain he took the first step and fell down a floor in a jumble of limbs. The other three did not even hesitate as they dropped down with him.
Watch your step eh?
Carrying on, guns at the ready Erebus once again took a step forward slowly, over his comms he heard some gun shots and screams then silence.
Squad two proceeded, and had made a lot of progress. Yes there had been debris, and sealed bulkheads, but oddly enough most of it had been moved or cut. Even stranger was the power, it seemed to be on here more than anywhere else. Rounding a corner they saw something. A person. Human, maybe 70 years of age. As the man stood up he appeared to be fit, to fit. All his muscles were well defined, and not a trace of hunger on the man.
Three new subjects acquired, humanoid in presence, armour resembling that of the former soliders, weapons as well. Presumably human underneath. Subdue and acquire.
Darting forward almost as if he was coming to thank them, three shots blossomed on his chest, he could smell the skin burning, feel the bones cracking. None of it mattered. Just as he was getting near the closest stormtrooper, he grabbed a metal bar and slammed it into the lead stormtroopers neck breaking it instantly. Feeling more burns on his body, he turned and picked up the soliders gun. Firing it he killed the other 3 before dragging them off.
Squad two come in... come in squad two. Squad three proceed to the last known position of squad two and find out what happened to them.
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Post by Rik Vane on Feb 7, 2015 9:26:32 GMT -8
"You've got the power here. We're just trying to make a living, and the salvage on a boat like this is worth millions. We just want to take what we can carry and go." Oh please, you're itching for this fight just as much as he is. If it wasn't for her you'd have fired a dozen shots by now. It took an effort, but he ignored the voice and lowered his pistol, though didn't yet holster it. "We're not here with any jedi, and you're the first living person we've come across. So how about you let us pass and we both get on with our business?" The air grew tense as he waited for the sith's reply, unsure if his explanation would satisfy the man's curiosity or not. It didn't help that the thing stuck in his head was pretty much made of the force, which meant that if the assassin's force senses were as honed as his lightsaber skills, there was a chance he'd pick up on a force signature within Rik that wasn't really there. And if he's out hunting jedi... who knows if he'd make an exception for someone that feels like a force user.
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Post by Kaarn on Feb 7, 2015 9:43:14 GMT -8
...The bad news was that directly below him, and right at the landing point of his rapid and unintended descent, stood a figure clad in a black form-fitting body glove and sporting an assortment of blades and blasters not entirely unlike his own. "MOVE!" Was the only thing he had time to shout before crashing down atop the man. |
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Post by Bloodshot on Feb 7, 2015 10:33:48 GMT -8
Oh. THAT black-clad, blade and blaster toting, son of a motherless bantha. "So good to see you too, Jaws." He let out an exasperated sigh as he pushed himself off the floor and shook the debris from his armor. "Stay out of my way and I won't have to humiliate you in front of the jedi." His voice came out of his mask distorted and mechanized, but it would still be unmistakeable to anyone who had heard it before. The icy tones and harsh enunciation were the traits of a man who had little patience for setbacks or delays, and today especially his patience was wearing particularly thin. He'd already been here longer than planned, and run into one delay after another, culminating in his descent into the computer core. This little encounter was going to end very poorly for at least one of the people in the room, and Bloodshot was intent on making that person someone else.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 10:54:58 GMT -8
in the far off i heard the hum of a lightsaber, and since i had not heard back from Master lemep, i assumed it was him.
… until i saw the people that the man was holding.
choosing an act of non violence, i grabbed one of my cortosis star blades. Aiming toward the near blade i threw the disc knowing that i would manipulate it through the force to keep it spinning, and direct it through the two blades. when both blades were extinguished i spoke up
“Didn’t anyone tell you that if you want answers the worst way to do it is to have them at blade point?”
I nudged to the right with my bucket to signal to the two people behind the blade to run.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 7, 2015 11:08:31 GMT -8
As the third squad made its way to where the last conformed location of second squad. Fourth also lost contact without a trace. Not a noise.
Erebus sir, we are at seconds last location. We have a Mark five helmet, but nothing else. A few rifle shots on the walls but they could be old. What should we do? Was it the Jedi do you think?
Standing at a corner near a secondary station that backed up all the info on board he sighed heavily. Half his team was MIA and probably dead, and the only other confirmed person on board besides their pilot was a Jedi.
I doubt it was that Diamonte fool, you would have found limbs as well. Forget it, your several floors up make your way to us and we will get the intel and blow this popsicle stand. Even if it is a smart Jedi he wouldnt be able to stand up to eight people with guns. Forget the others.
It killed him to say that. Never leave a man behind. Yet here he was doing that same thing, that thing he swore never to do. Entering the room he found it bare, taking one of his extra power sources that keeps the shield energized he plugged it into the console and found the last file.
Subject 832 is proving to be a handful. Every day it gets stronger, its mental capacity far exceeds that of most species. We had to contain it to a single room that is padded, its ability to understand human emotions expands once one of our own decided to enter its fold. It apparently wants to help with the resurgent New Republic fools, all it requests is a ship and one of its own to be on it.
After that it was automatically logged, logs. Internal fires, firefights, explosions the final having taken place both in the hanger and on propulsion systems. If one was to be smart, which Erebus wasnt they could connect the dots. Whatever this thing was must have gotten loose and the crew had fought to the last man to stop its spread. The Empire had finally reached to far. He knew however that it was fast acting, days by the looks of the logs.
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Post by Kaarn on Feb 7, 2015 11:15:20 GMT -8
This cat and mouse posturing was getting old, in a hurry. Drawing his off-hand DC-17s, Kaarn snapped off half a dozen shots on the move, closing the distance between himself and Bloodshot. The memory core was his prize, and he'd be damned if a two-bit sideshow freak was going to claim his fee right out from under him. The end of the next round would see him in place to unleash hell with his sword, or more shots from the pistol, whichever delighted him most.
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Post by Bloodshot on Feb 7, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
Kaarn was fast, but Bloodshot was no slouch in the speed department either. He had his own pistol, this one a slugthrower, out and aimed as the first shot impacted his shields, and fired off three shots of his own as the opposing hunter closed the distance. Gotta love a good slugthrower. Even if they can't punch through that fancy body glove, they're gonna hurt like hell if they hit him. Then he was moving too, easily avoiding the rest of the hastily aimed blasterfire as he ducked forward and to his right. Bringing the Nagai into melee range much faster than he would have been otherwise.
Re-holstering his own sidearm in the moments before the two made contact, he aimed his first attack at his opponent's pistol. His right forearm came up to block at the back of his firing arm, while his left palm struck cross-ways at the hand holding the pistol. His aim, of course, was to force the pistol out of the hand and send it skittering out of reach. If that succeeded, then he could worry about the rest of the man's assorted weaponry.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 7, 2015 13:03:47 GMT -8
The narrow maintenance tunnel was empty. Ten meters to his right, the entire hallway had been caved in, and the tunnel had been crushed to a height of about half a meter, and the gap was filled with twisted metal and melted cabling. To the left, however, the service corridor continued for some distance, a meter wide and two meters high, and largely intact. At the far end was a closed and sealed hatch, with a flickering glow panel above it. The outer wall was a ruined mess, but the inner wall was lined with controls and gauges. Everything else was dark.
=Wesson=
Clear. It's some kind of access hallway. He clicked on the glowstick attached to his bucket, and there were clanking noises as his boots struck the metal grid that formed the floor. Power's off, but grav is working.
=Colt=
Excellent. We'll be right over.
Five minutes later, all four Mandalorians were standing in the service hallway, and Smitty led the way toward the closed hatch at the far end.
=Remy=
We could just cut through this flooring to the bridge deck, Colonel. Remy commented, tapping his foot on the grill beneath their feet.
Almost before the words escaped his mouth, however, they heard a crash in the distance, several levels below them, and then the successively-fading screeches and crashes as someone or something descended about six levels deeper into the depths of the ruined capital ship.
There was a moment's silence.
=Colt=
Let's not destabalize anything, I don't feel like falling to my death today. The smirk was evident in his voice even though they couldn't see his face. Smitty, get that hatch open.
=Smith=
Right away, sir. Let's see what we've got. He took out his sensor pack and got to work.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 7, 2015 17:55:24 GMT -8
Because I dont like what I was doing, for now I am going to stop. Instead lets have some fun, because thats what this was all about right?
Erebus and the other three left the control room, the echoing of shooting drifting through the halls. Despite the occasional vacuum of space the sound carried through the hull. Wherever the nearest person was they were close. Sounds of gun fights were in the hull. Same with the sound of groaning twisting metal.
Running down the hall he saw Kaarn and Bloodshot going at it. Whatever the reason for the two fighting did not matter to him, nor did the reason for being on the ship. They were in the way on the way back to his ship, he planned on getting out of here alive and these two mercs were in the way. Raising his DLT-19 he sighted Kaarn before deciding against it. He was not here to fight with them, instead with his left hand he grabbed his one concussion grenade. Thumbing it for a 3 second delay he tossed it at the duo fighting.
Those of you asking how I am travelling over a 7 kilometer large ship? Fuck you. Magic, the force, blinking. Maybe Im not moving and the ship is the one moving and I stand still.
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Feb 7, 2015 18:52:40 GMT -8
Sensing that things going on inside the vessel were quickly growing chaotic, Atuna stood suddenly and grabbed his cape of the back of his chair."Jack, grab the crew of the Sabre of Layne and prepare to dock in the hangar. I'm taking my two best men ahead to extract some fellows. I want our escape route clear when I come back, in case things go wrong on my end."Without stopping, he moved past his young friend into the hallway leading out of the bridge. On his way to the hangar, Atuna's special commando units, Zeta Squad and Rho Squad, were moving supplies out of the armory and to the shuttles. He motioned once, and they snapped to attention, the H.U.Ds in their helmets signalling that their employer had orders."Aidan, Kessler, you're with me," he said hurriedly, breaking into a jog as he passed them by. "Everyone else, as you were."Two men broke from the convoy, handing their supplies to their fellow soldiers, and, shouldering their signature weapons, moved to their employer's side. Together they broke into a run and arrived at the hangar, where they located one of the Pursuers and launched within seconds. The ship raced out of the hangar, sped out into space, and landed as quickly as possible in the nearest hangar. Atuna stepped off the ship with a lightsaber in either hand, flanked on either side by his soldiers.
His nonexistent gaze dared anyone to stop him from rescuing anyone on board.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 7, 2015 19:05:39 GMT -8
It had appeared without warning. It had no history available, which was no easy feat, given her propensity for research and finding out things that didn't want to be found. And it was old and intact...ish. Which meant that there was probably some good stuff on it worth salvaging. Probably some old tech that needed repurposing.
All in all, it was exactly the sort of thing that pleased a girl like Alena Karso.
Her ship dropped out of hyperspace, a small burnt orange freighter with no obvious markings, and made its way through the debris field to drifting behemoth. Alena smiled as the Nomad grew larger and larger, until it was directly underneath her landing struts. A few seconds later, her ship was magnetically sealed to the hull, and she stepped out of the pilot's chair to head back into her mechanics bay.
"Don't worry, girl, I'll be back soon," she said as she ran a hand along the side of the corridor.
And there it was. Her prototype armour: a new twist on an old favourite. It was much less bulky, more form-fitting, and it allowed her free use of both her hands. The armour came installed with defensive shields, as well as an environmental energy shield around her exposed head and hand. Just in case of an emergency, there was a failsafe routine that would activate the integrated helmet and glove, completely sealing her off from the harsh vacuum should something go wrong with the environmental shield.
It had taken her seven years to finally sit down and design an armour system that was more practical than it was flashy, and if she was honest about it? It felt pretty damn good.
Besides, her flashiness could still be seen: the fact that the armour lacked a distinct helmet at most times allowed for her orange strip visor and her unique hairstyle -- solid crimson on the left, alternating vertical blue and green stripes on the right -- to be seen. As for why her left hand was exposed.. Well, that was for an eventuality that would result in some poor unfortunate soul finding out just how much she had upgraded herself.
After donning the armour, she made her way to the airlock, cycling the atmosphere out and exiting her craft. The microthrusters in her armour sent her on her way down to the hull, her boots magnetically attaching themselves to the metal. Her HUD was reading a few spots of motion nearby. There were bound to be all sorts of folks on board the ship, trying to find something worth looking into, but honestly.. she was just here to have fun. If she found something, great, but if not.. she'd find something anyway. She was resting easy in the fact that her visor rendered her outside of the realm of the Force: she couldn't sense anything, but neither could anyone else get a reading on her. Ancient technology, repurposed to her benefit. She was a dead spot in the Force, just like the Yuuzhan Vong..
There. A hole in the plating just large enough to fit through. Her armour's weaponry probably would have cut through the hull, but it was just easier to find a way around.
She dropped down into the hole, landing easily, before making her way to the nearest door. A simple bypass of safety features, and it opened up for her, gusts of air escaping into the vacuum behind her before she quickly closed it back up again. She was in.
She knew she was not alone.
"Well. Let the fun begin."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 19:07:43 GMT -8
Emma slowly opened her eyes, waking from what short amount of sleep she had gotten in the last half hour, as her holographic HUD started back up with a myriad of readouts not only from her own survival suit, but from within the somewhat limited sensor range that her helmet reached, and any of the half dozen places she had set up small sensor disks, not that it gave her the galaxy's most amazing sensor coverage, since it was little more than the hangar bay she had landed in and a couple corridors that connected to it.
When originally she had arrived, Emma had been seeking a couple of rare items for a particular buyer, both of which she had located fairly quickly, however, it was in one of these items, that she had learned part of the evil truth about what was aboard this derelict hulk. But she had learned her mistake too late, as her sensors alerted her to several intruders boarding her ship, forcing her to activate the ships self-destruct mechanism, destroying not only her chance of escape, but any hope the parasite had of escaping as well. She had then taken refuge in a nearby vent shaft as the gravity in her particular section of the ship failed, before she dozed off to sleep, floating there, all to aware she would likely die aboard this floating hunk of junk.
But now, her sensors were picking up signals from a series of ships that were all starting to drop out of hyperspace and dock with the Nomad, whilst some of them were sending out comms to potential reinforcements, which was a bad idea. Of course, on the other hand, this meant she now would be able to grab a ride with one of these people, and get out of here, hopefully before anyone else got infected and tried taking a not so cuddly extra passanger with them. Emma twisted around and started pulling herself along through the vent shafts, with her HUD showing a rough estimation of where most of the new arrivals were at, based on data from the sensors tracking where each ship roughly docked.
As she drew closer to the aft of the ship, the grav plates were working more frequently and pulled her down to the floor of the vent shaft, forcing her to vary between crouching through the vents, and crawling where they were too low to do otherwise. She wasn't really sure where she was going to come out, but the vents cut through a fair amount of the ship, allowing her to avoid a lot of the sections that were blocked by debris and the occasional depressurised sections, not that she had much to worry about since her survival suit was fully sealed. Suddenly, however, and without any warning, as she passed over a vent cover on the floor, the entire piece came loose, dropping her a couple feet to the floor of the hallway below, as she landed flat on her rear
Oww...
As she looked around, she realized that she'd just landed herself between a saber wielding Sith, and a male and female pair that seemed to be in something of a stand off with each other. Well, she couldn't say it was the worse situation she had found herself in today, since one of them had a ship she would hopefully be able to barter her way onto to get out of here, though right now, she really needed to figure out who she wanted to be supporting. Personally, her preference would not be with the sith, and so she turned towards the pair to her left and waved
Sorry to drop in unanounced...
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Post by Drallinix on Feb 7, 2015 20:31:53 GMT -8
As the disk went through his blades extinguishing him and the cocky jedi spoke up Kahzak smiled. He turned around to face the newcomer and put his double bladed saber behind his back again. Drawing his single saber he ignited the crimson blade and cracked his neck. "Ah yet another arrogant jedi, just what I was hoping for. As for you behind me there is a runningbounty on jedi heads, and im assuming by how she shot at me on sight she is a wanted criminal, and since criminals are usually with other criminals that pretty much makes you one to. I offer you the credits from his bounty and immediate pardon in imperial space for your assistance with this jedi." he said. He didn't particularly know if he needed help or not, but he did want to stay alive and sith with allies tended to live longer than hoe without. He stood watching the jedi waiting for a reply from the two behind him, he was decently sure they wouldn't shoot especially after that offer.
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The entire time he stalked the hallway he kept low and moved slowly and carefully. He listened closely for any signs of life aboard the derelict ship other than himself.
