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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:14 AM Post #16 |
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Original Poster: Sirk'ruk Outside the crowded night club and far above the rubble-strewn streets, a hideous creature loomed over the ruined city, perched on an exposed girder like a stone gargoyl. Its soulless black eyes swept the city, tracking the witless sentients below. Their bodies shone like rubies to the beasts heat-sensing vision. But he wasn't tracking any one being. What he was interested in was a strangely shaped hut just within his sight. It burned like the sun with the combined body heat of hundreds of people. After not moving a muscle for over several hours the beast darted into the shelter of the ruined building, falling several floors before his feet met solid ground. A heavily armed group of the creatures were sitting around a fire in the south corner of the room. One stood and approached the watcher. "The night guide your hunt, Sirk'ruk." The beast said in its primitive dialect. "What do the trees tell you today?" Sirk'ruks pheramone glands extruded a heavy odour, returning the welcome in a non-verbal fashion. "The colossal trees tell me little, Sirk'len but the wind has been most auspicious." He replied in a stream of grunts and clicks. "I have found a place, a stronghold of our gracious hosts. There is much power there. Much flesh to consume and many strong spirits to add to our own." A sharp, biting odour of excitement came from the other creature. "Your discovery has made me glad, as it shall make our brothers. When do we begin the hunt?" "Soon. A storm brews there. We will strike when the ideal oppritunity arises." Thumbing the hilt of the ivory daggers in his belt eagerly, Sirk'ruk moved to take his place at the fire. A loud grunt from Sirk'len caused him to cease the action. "Sirk'ruk, are you sure we have the lands blessing in our hunt?" The beaked being queried. "Though we have fared well in this strange land several of our kindred have fallen to its strange wizards and steel-skinned warriors. There may be some Kroot flesh eaten tonight." Sirk'ruk let out a thoughtful purring growl, his thick brow inclining into a frown. As leader of this pack the life and death of its members was his responsibility. A responsibility he bore proudly, but not an easy one to bear. Turning back to his packmate, Sirk'ruk replied honestly. "I do not know. This land is... unusual. Its signs are hard to read. It has both blessed and cursed us. All we can do is follow the signs, as we have always done in times of doubt, and hope our spirits sustain us if the land abandons our cause." |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:16 AM Post #17 |
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Original Poster: Kherzon Plunderr He flew through the downtrodden remains of Coruscant, heading for the rondezvous at the bar. His speeder bike was much more useful for travel on this planet now adays. He'd docked the Il-Nobilis in the more trustworthy section of the city-planet before heading out this way. It had been a long time since he'd had any contact with Ra. Among other thoughts, why Ra would seek him out now, four years later. Ra always had an agenda, but he'd surely be done with his training by now. The thought trailed away as he noticed a small group of Mandalorian speeders zip past him, headed in the same direction. He watched them go, easing up on the throttle just a bit. After a moment, he shook it off and headed for the bar. When he reached his destination, he was surprised to see the same mandalorian speeders parked just outside as well. There were a number of guards outside club, keeping people out. He shook his head and sighes audibly as his mind raced as to what this could be about. Was Ra is trouble? Was that why he'd called? But with the Mandalorians? That was big trouble. He shook it off, knowing full well it would be explained to him very soon. He noted the guards, and where they were watching. He'd gotten into much tighter places than this. These guards were very well trained. Though, the Min assassins had done their job well. With a few simple diversionary tactics and a few loose pieces of garbage tossed, he slipped his way inside. Immediately the sound of lit lightsabers was apparant. His hand went to his Min Rapier. He eased a look out into the bar from the shadows by the door. He was a bit surprised to note that Ra Wasn't involved in the problem. His eyes focused first on two people brandishing the lightsabers, then on who else might be getting involved. This is going to get sticky., he thought as he moved to the left a bit. It was then he noticed Ra with a woman at a table, not too far from the action. A fight breaking out and he's with a woman? figures. He eased into the room, toward Ra and the girl. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:18 AM Post #18 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Ra sized up the female Jedi. Her presence mapped out through the Force plainly now, where moments ago it hadn't been there at all. She's good. Judging from the suprise I can feel, several others didn't know she was here either. Not sure I like the idea of sneaky Jedi that much.... Barrick's head turned, very dlowly, and deliberately, towards the female Jedi. His saber remained locked hard against hers. "The running is over, Jesera. You're coming back. I told you I would find you." He spun his second saber in a swift arc, taking the local's head from the opposite direction. His men began to close in..... Jesera looked at the dead local with her practiced mask of indifference. She closed her eyes, drawing the Force in around herself, as her presence in it began to diminish. Her mind sent suggestive signals to those it felt seeing her. Messages that suggested to their brains to not notice her. Ra had to refocus his eyes, just to remember he'd been watching her. I have got to learn that trick.... Ra looked back to the dancer and grinned. "How does it go about? I was thinking we could waltz out onto the dance floor, dancing like none of this is going on. Then I'd play hero, and rescue the girl, distracting him and his men, while you sneak in, swipe his data pad, for which I will later pay you a handsome fee for. After that, I was thinking we make a dashing escape, and barely manage to get off planet with our lives. From there, we get to spend a few very relaxing, and moderately privete, hours in hyperspace." Ra pulled her closer, kissing her again, his eyes blazing like the skies..... "Sound like your kind of exciting?" He winked, as he stood, taking her hand, to help her up, as he bowed, and swept his other hand graciously towards the dance floor. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:20 AM Post #19 |
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Original Poster: Imogen Starcry Imogen blinked at his kiss, but she leaned into it, letting his words sink in to her head as he spoke. Had her mind been a little more guarded, like that of a Force user(and not so mangled by the concoction in her veins), she might not have been so susceptible to his suggestions. As it were though, she seemed ready to do anything for him, should he wish it so. She offered him a smile as they got to their feet to head for the dance floor. If she’d been of sound mind she might have laughed at this idea… Steal a datapad from the general of the Black Widows? That was a death wish in itself. But his words of a few hours of privacy… Since when had she lost the thought of making just money out of this deal? And as for this girl he spoke of rescuing? She had lost sight of the woman nearly as quickly as she had lost her earlier interest in the short-lived dual. The dancer took Ra’s hand and let herself be led to the floor. The two of them beginning to dance to the music that still was playing from the audio system somewhere in the ceiling. She danced with him gracefully, moving with his steps as if nothing was going wrong in the club, as if a man hand not just been decapitated mere feet away. And perhaps the memory was lost in the back of her mind for now. Smirking to herself, she let Ra spin her out from him and she took things from there. Even in her state of mind now, she still had the craftiness to remember how to play a good game of snatch. As she would spin out, she allowed the thin heel of her shoe to catch and let herself fall against Barrick’s side, making sure mentally that she stayed away from the saber as she bumped into him, catching herself on his arm. “Oh…I’m sorry, sir!” She offered him an apologetic smile before she looked down to his armored body. “Wow…nice armor…I didn’t know the BW had such an…attractive leader…” She let her eyes roam over him slowly, her fingers moving over his arm for a lingering moment, allowing Ra the window to do what he needed while Barrick was destracted and the other Mando’s stared in disbelief at her, thinking that any moment she might be the next to lose her head. With another muttered apology, she slipped back from him a step, sliding her hand behind her for a moment to pocket the snatched datapad in the waist of her small costume where it might be mostly hidden from view from Barrick, though he doubt he would notice once he realized what else was going on in the same moment. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:24 AM Post #20 |
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Original Poster: Kherzon Plunderr Well, frack. I didn't want a drink anyway. Shot through his mind as he watched Ra and the girl take to the floor. He knew his old ally well. Ra would never ignore light saber wielders, AND dance in their direction. His suspicsions were confirmed when the girl 'accidently' hit the Mandalorian. He was now across from the pair, somewhat behind the Mandalorian. He leaned back a bit, resting by the table they were at. Old training dies hard, and Kherzon was ready to help Ra out, no matter the outcome. In the semi-crowded room, he knew his presence (or absence of) would be hard to detect. If the fight he was expected did turn out, he'd have a good two second surprise reaction on the Mandalorian and his crew. He pulled a half dozen razor sharp throwing disks from his belt and held them at the ready, just out of sight. Now, as always, I wait for Ra to make his first move. The thought actually made him smile a bit. It'd been a while since he'd covered anyone's ass the way that he'd had to cover Ra's. He didn't realize how much he'd missed it until just now. He also thought well ahead of the escape route necessary if this all went down. His eyes watched the room carefully for still any others looking to join in. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:28 AM Post #21 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Barrick kept his attention focused on his prey, not even budging, as the dancer collapsed against him. As she backed away, however, he spun the blade not still crackling against Jesera's, and swung it down in a rapid arc towards the dancer's head. The instant before it would connect, it was met by the snap hiss of Ra's saber sprining to life in it's path. Ra looked at Barrick, who'd now turned to face him, and grinned. "Sabers everywhere. Seems to be all the rage these days. I mean, look? We even have the same model." He allowed his eyes to dart from the hilt of his own saber, to that of Barrick's. That oughta slow you up for a sec, cuz. I'm sure you've known about me for years, as I have you. Now...to start this game off... Ra stepped between Imogen and Barrick. "The girl's with me. And you're outnumbered. Back off now, and I'll let you and your men leave with your lives intact." Beneath his mask, Barrick smiled. "Ra Cul." He let the word hang there. Especially, here on Coruscant, the name Cul would never be forgotten. The man who burned the skies. The man who shattered the galaxy. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. And I get Jesera back, all in the same day. Outnumbered? I'm here with a hundred of the galaxy's best warriors. Against the three of you? I'll let them watch." Barrick stepped back, striking out with both sabers, one at Ra, the other towards Jesera. "Hope you've already had kids, Ra. Otherwise, this little family feud ends today." Jesera met the attack with a parry and sidestep. Her presense still masked, making her a difficult target to read. She lunged forward, only to have her blade parried easily away. Ra deflected the swing at him, and kicked towards Barrick's chest, only to have him leap and roll over the top, landing between Ra and Imogen. Barrick's head snapped to face the dancer. "Hold on to that datapad, girl. It can be one more thing I enjoy taking from you." He began a series of strikes towards Ra, and then Jesera, as Ra was forced to give ground. "Get the girl. A bonus to the soldier that takes her alive." Ra glanced in the opposite direction from where Kherzon was waiting, ready. It was a signal they'd used in several urban envirionments. Kept his location hidden, so he could fire first. Then he glanced pointedly towards where the young Force user sat in his corner table. "Save the girl! She has vital information that could save billions!" He turned his head, the whole time guiding where barrick was backing him and Jesera towards, to glance at the red robed figure at the bar. "Help your fellow Jedi, man! Whatever they want her for, if they sent the Widow's, you can bet it's bad for her, and your Order." The aliens are here. Their hunt should begin, any time. Timing is gonna be so crucial here..... A swift kick from Barrick, sent Ra stumbling off the dance floor, and right into the table the young Chiss woman was sitting at. Exactly where he'd been guiding his 'retreat' to. "Sorry, miss. My dance parter has no sense of rythm. Not much into personal space, either." Ra twisted out of the way, narrowly avoiding a saber strike that cut through the table instead. I'd say that should be about enough to start some mass confusion..... Ra glanced around, his eyes burning brightly in the flashing lights of the club. Mandos were moving to get the boy. They were closing on the dancer. And now, several more were heading towards the red robed Jedi at the bar. The game has begun. ******************************************************************** OOC: As conflict has now begun, feel free to post for/against the Black Widows. Keep in mind, these are among the best warriors in the galaxy, and are used to working with each other. Killing them is fine, but not a single kill should be an easy one. Assume they all wear Mandalorian armor, have blasters, cool gadgets, and vibro-blades (Or similar melee weapons). |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:29 AM Post #22 |
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Original Poster: Calin Riegal What are they playing at? Calin found himself thinking, as both of them had taken the dance floor, seemingly unperturbed by the almost inconceivable display of force being put on by the Black Widows in the cantina. He watched them closely, attempting to glean some purpose for their apparently irrational actions. He watched as they began to move closer to the lightsaber wielding pair, a dangerous move considering what he had done to another cantina patron only moments ago. She seemingly slipped and bumped up against him, yet another dangerous move. But Calin always had an eye for details, thats how he stayed alive on Coruscant, and when she came away, he noticed one detail missing. The mandalorians datapad was gone, obviously in the possession of the dancer. Now he knew there was going to be trouble. The mandalorian's lightsaber spun almost casually up to end the young dancers life, but not before yet another lightsaber had sprung to life to block it. Then it was as if the world was turned upside down, from the simple action of the Mandalorian stating a name. Ra Cul? A descendant of the man that had set the skies aflame? That had reduced the galaxy into its current state of dilapidation? It seemed almost unreal. Moreso when he turned to Calin, yelling for him to save the girl from the Mandos who were descending upon her. Information that could save billions? Regardless of what it was, Calin was willing to wait for an explanation, for now at least. He sprung from his seat in an instant, both of his blasters revealed and firing in the blink of an eye. He caught three of the Mandalorian's closest to the girl square in the chest, forcing them back a few crucial steps. Unfortunately, Ra's exclamation had sent a group of Mandos his way as well, in an attempt to stop him. Calin leaped to the top of his table, firing a stream of blaster fire towards the group descending on him. He then jumped to the next table, getting himself closer to the dancer. He jumped beside her, firing numerous shots to set the Mando's advance back. He put himself between the Mandalorians and the dancer, banking on the fact that they wanted to take her alive. He quickly handed her one of his blasters, hoping she knew how to use this. "Take this, point and shoot. Stay back." In another flash, Calin had drawn one of his hidden vibrodaggers and threw himself into the fray. Running towards the nearest Mandalorian and barely avoiding streams of laser fire and the swing of a vibroblade, Calin manged to get close enough to roll past him. He quickly sunk the vibrodagger into the back of his knee, one of the few places left armourless. The mando fell down to one knee, and Calin jumped on the opportunity. Quickly standing up, he jammed his blaster in the space between his helmet and body armour and pulled the trigger. As he fell to the ground, Calin could only think One down....twenty three to go.... |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:30 AM Post #23 |
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Original Poster: Ar'alani Ar'alani looked up in surprise as the man called Cul tumbled head-first into her table, followed closely by a lightsaber. She drew her blaster in a flash, and shot at the Mandalorian named Barrick. "Can't leave a girl in peace," she mumbled under her breath in her native Chiss language. As the brawl continued, Ar'alani chose a side, Cul's side, and got up from her table to help defend him. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:32 AM Post #24 |
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Original Poster: Imogen Starcry Imogen nearly felt her heart jump from her chest as Barrick's saber came her way. Not even when Ra blocked the hit did she quite snap out of her moment of terror. She stood still as if she might very well freeze that way. The two conversed, but she seemed to hear none of it until one name was spoken. Ra Cul. She knew the name... She could remember being a child living on the streets of Coruscant with the other orphans. She recalled her brother telling her the story of The Man Who Turned the Sky to Fire. There was no way... "Cul?" She whispered the word under her breath and took a step back when she heard Barrick's threat. Her blood ran alittle cold at what was implied by that statement. She gripped the datapad in her hand tightly and watched the fight begin. Ra was protecting her, she knew, but he could only do so much in this fight... When he called to the other man to assist, she was slightly shocked. He had others here with him? Atleast that was how she saw it. There were allies here...people on their side. That still did not make her feel any easier about the whole situation. When Calin came to her aid, she didn't resist. instead, she took the weapon gratefully and took a moment to clear her head as she observed the fray. Instantly her mind counted the mandos in the room. Twenty Fo-... Twenty-three. She mentally corrected herself at Calin took down one of the Mandos. A slight smirk touched her face and she raised her brown eyes, which were now cleared from the earlier drug induced dilations, to see a pair of Mandos headed her way. She'd lived on Coruscant long enough to know how to handle herself...and she'd dealt with enough bastards to know how to fire a blaster and hit her mark. Two shots and she had brought down two of them, if not for the moment. Three more hestitated as they saw her aim and she offered them a challenging grin before turning back to fire at another group of Mandos coming in on Calin. She hit the one closest to him and moved in to cover his back, facing away from him to keep an alert eye all around them. "Well, that brings it down to...what? Twenty agianst seven?" She said it in a slight joking tone, but even she knew the situation was not in their favor. Not with the group still outside... Ahh, we're fucked. She thought, wondering how she'd gotten mixed into this now, but then shook it off. What was done was done and now they needed to get out of this and get out of it alive. She kept her blaster ready, firing on the mandos that came closer. Barrick's threat still lingering in her head abit... Yeah...they really needed to win this...or she needed to find a way out of here one way or the other. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:33 AM Post #25 |
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Original Poster: Adam Vren As Adam watched the bar the guards outside began to get a bit on the edge, constantly looking at the door like they were worried that something was going to happen or was happening inside that could end up badly for them. He decided that the mandos would not cause any problems for him and his friends/family so he began to leave in the direction that the rest of the trading entourage had taken. On his way back he noticed a mandalorian sharpshooter keeping watch on the bar. Adam decided that it would be better off to leav no witnesses of his departure and began to creep towards the gunman. As he moved closer the gunman heard him and turned around. Adam pulled out his blaster pistol and fired off a few shots. Shit, he noticed me. "Surrender and I won't hurt you kid...", "Never" He pulled out a vibrosword and moved towards Adam's hiding place. "You're gonna regret those words." He swung his sword but Adam caught it with his axe and shot the mando in the armpit with his pistol. The laser came out the other side of his neck and he fell dead. Adam moved over to his post and picked up the sniper the mando was using. He began to survey the area. He found another sniper and fired a shot, killing him. Adam continued to scan for other mandos, so that they could be taken out leaving the ones outside the bar unguarded. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:34 AM Post #26 |
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Original Poster: Kherzon Plunderr As the Chaos broke out, he shot into action. With a quick and practiced whip of his arm, the six discs flew out, two each, at three of Barrick's men. One of each of the discs sliced at the Mandolorians armors, the other exploded in a misty vapor that covered their helmet and neck with a sticky black glue-like substance. He stepped up behind Barrick and went low. As his sword came out, he kicked, HARD, as Barricks left knee. He foot connected and went from left to right. He spun as the other Mandolorians started to react. He cut through two of their pistols as he kicked one other in the chest. He cleared the other three from around him and he expected Barrick to retaliate. The Mandolorians he'd knocked on their butts would get up in short order, but he should have long enough. One of the mandolorians conntected wit ha punch to Kherzon's face. It almost stunned him He turned brought his left arm up, which the mando ducked. Unfortunately, it was a lead for his left leg which caught the soldier in the side of the head. His head bounced forward wickedly as he was pushed forward and landed on the other pistolless soldier. He drove his sword into the sholdier's shoulder gap and the man screamed as blood squirted up. He turned his attention back toward Barrick and Ra, knowing this was far from over. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:35 AM Post #27 |
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Original Poster: Sirk'ruk Turning away from his friend and back to the fire, only respectful pheremones of welcome from his comerades reached Sirk'ruks nostrils. Kneeling in one of the onnocupied spaces of the circle, he retreived a small pouch dangling loosley off his hide bodywrap. The pouch contained the ash from last nights fire, which Sirk'ruk emptied on the ground in front of him, spreading the grey substance more evenly over the floor with his palms. A strong, foul scent was emitted from the pack leader to call his packmates to attention. "Our hunt begins. Tonight, we strike at the heart of the straight-backs, their great lodge not far to the north." Sirk'ruk used his claw to etch a rough map of the area in the ash. "Chaos is about to erupt, a storm that has been brewing all day. We will charge in, hide in the orgy of chaos to sneak up on their leaders and strong ones, and claim their spirits for ourselves." As he spoke the other Kroot nodded in agreement. It wasn't uncommon for small scouting parties to come across a battle between two warring tribes, and take advantage of the distraction to wreak havok against both sides. Sirk'ruk conjured a pleased scent. "We are in agreement. Remain concealed and wait for my battlecry. Then our thirst for blood shall be eased." Buisness attended to Sirk'ruk fetched his rifle from the ajacent wall, next to the armaments of the other hunters. He checked the feather-decorated weapons amunition. A full 12 shots, multiplied by the three clips held in Sirk'ruks bandolier. The wickedly curved blades at the end of the barrell and butt of the rifle caught the skys red glow, making them appear more menacing than ever. With that brutal weapon in his hands and twin lightweight ivory daggers at his hip, Sirk'ruk was armed for battle. With his trusty weapons it was difficukt for the hunter not to feel optimistic. Then the Kroot scattered, like insects that had their rock turned over and hiding place revealed. They scattered in coordinated chaos, keeping out of sight any way possible until they could get close to the target. A couple of straight-backs were unfortunate enough to be in the path of the advancing aliens, and out of general sight. A dead enemy was a silent enemy. In mere moments all were in position, hidden in the plentiful rubble and abandoned buildings littering Coruscants streets. Judging from the sounds within the great gathering hut the chaos had already begun. Many of the straight-backs were already panicked and fleeing for their lives. Leaping from a second-story window to the ground, Sirk'ruks throat contracted into an echoing screech, carried by the planets winds to even greater effect. His hunters responded, abandoning their respective hiding places and following their leader into the Krayt Dragons den. Two of the Kroot stopped, taking quick aim and firing their rifles at close range into a fleeing bystander, the two metal projectiles tearing through the innocents lower abdomen and shoulder. The attackers didn't stay still for long, ducking into the fray and shoving aside frightened straight-backs, only occaisonally attempting to blow one away or end its life with a quick slash of a rifle blade. The majority of the crowd appeared to be panicked, fleeing weaklings, but moving ahead of the group Sirk'ruk spotted the cause of the initial comotion. A large pack of Iron-skins, the elite warriors of the straight-backs, was apparently involved in an altercation between several wizards weilding swords of colored fire. The Iron-skins were supporting the armored wizard, fighting multiple other less-armored wizards and a few courageous unarmored straight-backs. As for the question towards who was winning, it was unclear. Not to say it mattered. All that mattered was causing havoc and killing their leaders. Hopping on a table to get a vantagepoint on the battle, Sirk'ruk took aim down the sights of his rifle. The most difficult target to kill was probably the armored wizard, as he had the advantage of both magical power and a nearly impenitrable hide. That made him the prime target. Sirk'ruk slowed his breathing, as well as the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Every ounce of focus went into the moment. The target ahead. The rifle in-hand. Locking on to the back of the armored wizards head, Sirk'ruk pulled the trigger. For the mere second that it occupied the air, Sirk'ruk was the bullet, running and cutting a path through the air, plotting its inevitable course towards its home. Though no Kroot bullet had managed to peirce the flesh of an Ironskin, it would certainly get his attention. Maybe then one of his bretherin could attack the wizard from behind while his attention was elswhere. -------------------------------------------------------- (OOC: My hunters can be posted for and against as well. Their weapons are primitive so they can't really peirce armour, neither can their weapons. None of their equipment is cortosis-woven, so it all melts on contact with a saber. Only way they make up for it is by being haywire savages. Happy slaying.) |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:37 AM Post #28 |
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Original Poster: sirius Raphael saw Ra Cul in the distance looking at him and then call to him. He spoke saying that dancer over there held some kind of information, alittle farfetched to him. Then again he was a cautious type and wasnt sure this wasnt a trap or something. He unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, but it was still concealed in his cloak. He wouldn attack now, but wait. He would be alittle foolish to attack a troop just because someone you dont says, but then again he was taught patience back on Dubrillion so now wasnt an issuse. He leaned back and observed the fight for himself. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:38 AM Post #29 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Barrick spun both sabers, deflecting not only the two sabers he was dueling against, but also the incoming blaster fire from the Chiss woman. He lept up, rolling in the air, sabers still meeting attacks. His feet touched the ceiling, and he pushed off, rolling as he came down, sabers lashing out, pushing Ra and Jesera back. "Gonna have to do better than this, cousin. You're still outnumb......" His voice trailed off as the Kroot stormed the building. He cast a quick glance at Ra, who reacted with an almost calm awareness as the aliens began their assault. Ra smiled. "I told you, you're outnumbered cuz. Surrender now, and maybe you'll see tomorrow." Ra grinned, and pointed his saber towards Barrick. "Keep fighting, and my forces will overwhelm you." Barrick responded with a snort. He parried away Ra's outstretched saber, and spun, stepping towards the young Knight, kicked him across the side of the head, sending him spinning away, and tumbling across the bar, where he landed on his feet, winked at the startled Twi'lek woman bartending, grabbed a bottle of fine brandy, and taking a shot. He glanced at the label. "Good year. Take one and pass it, Kherz." He tossed the bottle across the crowd to his former comrade in arms, and reignited his saber. At that moment, the remaining Black Widows stormed the bar, and all hell broke lose... Jesera made her attempt to flee. The knowledge she possessed was far to critical, to be captured now. A crimson saber flashed out, barring her path. Somehow, Barrick was still able to notice her efficiently, even though most of the crowded fight could not. She turned, slowly, to face him, the moment the alien perched on the bar fired his shot.... Barrick turned to face the bullet. At the single instant in time, where bullet hit saber, Sirk'ruk's projected mind met Barrick's. Each was one with their weapon. The Kroot from instinct, the Mandalorian from years of training. Both were gifted naturals. A hail of blaster fire erupted, everyone not a Widow was a target. A Mando grabbed Raphael by the arm. "Surrender and you live." He trained his blaster at the red robed Jedi. Ra took stock of where his allies all were. It was time to begin the retreat. |
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| Cul | Jun 6 2009, 02:40 AM Post #30 |
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Original Poster: Imogen Starcry The place was in chaos. What with the entrance of the strange aliens and the rest of the Mandolorian's fleet. Cursing to herself, she took a step backward against Calin's back. Her eyes scanned the room, watching all hell breaking loss around them. She observed as a few people around the club rose in their defense, fought for their side, but even if they were Force users, she doubted they would be any line of threat against the heavily trained Mandos and this mob of primative seeming aliens. What did these creatures want anyway? As she stood there with her blaster trained around her, she got an idea...perhaps not the smartest she had ever had, but it was clever enough that she thought there was a possibility she might actually be able to make it work and make it out alive. Taking a step as if to scan the area, she pushed her back harder to Calin's, hoping to make him move a tiny bit. She needed to hide herself, if just for a moment. As they turned, her free hand moved gingerly to her waist, took the datapad from where she had "hidden" it, and she knelt, stripping a near similar pad from the body of a Mando that lay near her. She took this decoy pad and hooked it back where the other had been before hastily getting to her feet once more and pressing herself to Calin's back. She clipped Barrick's datapad to the back of his belt, in the same instance giving him a quick kiss to the cheek from behind. As she pulled back, her other arm extended over his shoulder, firing a few shots into the crowd, her lips brushed his ear and she whispered quickly as she fired. "Make sure Cul gets that." With that...she fled. And she fled quickly. She'd worked the club life long enough to know where the exits were. She vaulted herself over the bar with the Twi'lek woman behind it, seemingly cowering now. Imogen only rolled her eyes and lifted the cellar door in the floor. There was an exit down below that would lead up to the street and another that would go deeper down into the workings of the city would. Not a place one wants to go alone... ...but one couldn't be picky either. As she went to push the door open the rest of the way, she felt a heavy weight suddenly force it back down. It slammed shut under the weight and she took a step back to see a Kroot warrior standing on the door now as if blocking her escape, his primitive rifle aimed in her face. She snarled in frustration and raised her own blaster. His armor wouldn't last against her weapon, she knew that... As she fired her blaster toward his neck, she heard the blast of his rifle going off and felt it pierce her left shoulder. They both went down to the floor, but the Kroot however did not get up. Imogen gritted her teeth past the pain and grabbed a bar rag to tie the wound off. It was a difficult job that she made a mess of, but soon she had it wrapped as best as she could. She got up, kicked the Kroot warrior off the door and opened it once more. This time, she didn't hesitate, but dropped herself down into the opening. Her ass hit the stairs as the door shut behind her and she tumbled a moment down the stairs in the dark. Once she hit the last step, her body ached, but she ignored it. Now was the time to get out of here and quickly. If Barrick had seen her leave, then he would know she still held his datapad and would take the bait to follow. Secretly though, she hoped he hadn't seen her exit. Afterall, she rather enjoyed living. Cursing once more at the pain in her shoulder from the shot, she forced herself up and began to walk quickly through the storage area and deeper into the cellar. She found what she was looking for soon enough and lifted another hatch in the floor. A blast of cold air hit her, but she ignored it and hooked the blast in her waist band before descending down into the darkness once more. The cooling chambers kept the store room above in a state of refriegeration, but they also had exhaust vents that would lead outside. She tightened the makeshift bandage once more and headed between the large, twin cooling cells. The cold stabbed at her skin, but it was a momentary discomfort as she reached the end of the room and went to the vent. One swift kick should have knocked it out, but it seemed someone had tried to ensure nothing got into the cooling units from the outside. It was wielded shut. Cursing again, she took her blaster and fired at the metal vent a few times before it finally gave and fell off the opening. Smirking to herself, she ducked and went through the vent and out into the alley. Down the street, she could hear the commotion of people running about in fear. ...She went the other way deeper into the alley. |
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