Me 7/2/05

 

OOC: A little different than I'm used to, but I'll adapt.

IC: Aaron

Aaron heard the announcement and stood up from the cahir he ahd been sititng in. He walked over ot his desk, clipped on his lightsaber, pulled his grey cloak around him, and made his way to the hanger bay. As he entered the hanger bay, he saw Xanatos II climbing into an A-wing. Aaron climbed into his own green and black A-wing and strapped himself in. He sat anxiously as the docking bay doors slowly opened, and he started up his engines.

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OOC: alright, I guess I'll go ahead and post for my Mandalorian too, going back in time a little.

IC: Vance

Vance fidgeted in his armor. It wasn't fitting right and it was bothering him. he needed to get it fixed. He looked at his general and said, "General, my squad is ready for combat." His voice sounded cold and lifeless through the filters in his helmet.

me 7/3/05

 

IC: Vance

*looking at aretemis*

"It's not quite fitting right. I need to have it fixed. I think it's dented or something underneath. I'll take care of it."

*turns to his second in command of the squad and whispers*

"Have a scout sent out."

Second in command: "Yes sir."

me 4/13/08

 

IC: Darth Solus

Solus stood and moved over to the window behind him, not caring for a response from any of the Masters. So far the meeting had progressed in a manner pleasing to Solus. He smiled to himself, his back to the others. And then, his spirits were dampened slightly.

All in the upper room had a shared vision. Blasters fired, red lgihtsabers blurred through the air, defending against the blasts. other lgihtsaber entered the fray. Panic was abounding. Images flashed by. It was vague. but left little doubt of it's meaning. The team in the underlevels was in danger.

Curse it. Things had been going so well. Solus did not need for this to be happening. Without turning, Solus slowly gained his composure. He ran a hand through his hair, and then pulled his hood over his face. He rested his left hand on his saber hilt surreptitiously. He needed to be the first one there. In a calm controlled voice, Solus spoke.

"My friends. It seems that our underlings need us. I suppose this meeting has run its course." With that, Solus whipped out his saber, igniting it. He slashed the window and with a force push from his right hand sent the transparisteel flying to the street below. Hardly pausing, he leapt from the window. This was the quickest way he could think to get there before the rest.

He feel, using the force to slow and direct it. He leapt off of speeders, ledges, and anything else passing by to slow his fall. After an eternity of falling and maneuvering with the force, Solus landed heavily on the ground of the underlevels of Coruscant. Without pausing, he burst into a run, using the force to speed him beyond any pace that any normal being could achieve. The team should not be far. Solus stretched out and found...... strangely, nothing. Only one Sith. He burst forward, honing in on that one presence within the Force.

TAG: All in council chambers