HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 15, 2008 22:34:00 GMT
Ken'tar ignored the Chadra-fan as the creature started to squeak and chitter like a common starport rat. At least he has some skill with medicine.
"I do expect a lot more," Gul said to Traynu, "But not explosives, I should hope. We would not want to think of us as so much a threat that they bring their entire Scavenger.... tribe or city or perhaps an entire nation?" The Kaminoan sighed slightly, "I... appreciate your assistance, however." Inside, Gul was seething. He didn't want to have to say anything to this big-eared genetically inferior being, let alone thank him for nearly blowing his head off. But then what kind of an example am I setting for Julianna? He didn't care about what the others thought of him; but neither did he want her to grow up to be as insatiably cold towards violence as he had become.
He shaded his large eyes under the sunlight as another figure climbed out of the wreckage and approached. He recognized her as the co-pilot of the vessel that crashed. Adduma or Addee or Addoo; he knew her name started with an 'Add' somehow.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 16, 2008 3:55:33 GMT
Forest of Lehon The Rodian tripped over a paticulary large stump and Yu' made his move. In a flash he had kicked the Rodian in the stomach and had the Charric in his hands. He pointed it slightly downwards at the Transdoshan and fired. The shot hit him in the stomach as the blue ray smashed into him. Blue, minor pain, not death Yu' though to himself. The fool was going to torture me. The Trandoshan fell with a grunt to the ground as the Weequay ducked out of the way, firing a few shots from his blaster. None of them connected but it gave Yu' enough range between him and the Weequay. The Rodian was getting up and a swift smack to the head from the butt of his Charric sent him spinning. The Weequay fired a few more rounds before Yu' turned the knob to the darker shade of blue. Death. He turned to a tree and sent a few blaster shots at his Assailant before ducking behind it. He waited until the Weequay ducked his head out to where he had gone when he struck. He took a moment to aim and squeezed off one shot. The lazer rang through the air almost in slow motion as it pounded into the Weequay's head with devastating force. Nothing in the galaxy could take a shot like that to the face and live, least it be a rancor. He watched the body drop and then looked for his next target. The Rodian. OOC: Will finish scene tomorrow.
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 18, 2008 22:02:11 GMT
Dark stormclouds loomed on the horizon as Gul gathered himself up. The silence on the beach was broken only by the gentle lapping of waves on the shoreline and the sparks of dying machinery.
"We should find shelter." Gul declared, "Even if those Scavengers aren't coming back, we cannot stand around, milling about on the beach all day."
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 18, 2008 22:30:26 GMT
Traynu nodded in agreement, he had found himself at a loss of words with the kaminoans response. He frowned, something didn't feel right about this guy, But, I'm in no place to argue. he thought, looking down at the man who was tending to his arm.
He shifted uncomfortably as he began to realise how open they were, if there was a group of snipers in the hills, well, they would be swiftly killed with a moments notice. He looked back at the dead bodies, he shrugged and looked back at the cliffs, as if looking for something.
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Post by storyteller on Jul 19, 2008 0:33:52 GMT
Shooting from the sky, a large hunk of Durasteel and Cortosis shot forth, towards the sand beach of the unknown planet.
Caught in the amazingly strong pull of Lehon, a very upset Mandalorian cursed his ship, and the great heap of junk that was his flight computer.
"I know the systems are failing! Enough!....."
System failure.System failure.System failure.
"Shut up you-" he was cut off as the Ship skidded across the ocean, and with a deafening boom, buried itself as it crashed into the beach.
Crash detected. chimed the cheap flight computer.
"I'm going to blast that Duros scum..." was the only thing the gritty voice could let out in the awkward position he found himself in.
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Post by Lammy on Jul 19, 2008 3:44:12 GMT
Adelaide stumbled onto the last bit of the conversation between who she knew to be the pasty, tall fellow who barked nonsense at her, and a Sullustan... who for some reason seemed as though he would be the sexiest one she'd meet.
((OOC: Couldn't help it.))
The crew, if it could be considered that, looked to be in shambles. Surely the blaster bolts flying around didn't help the situation, but even factoring that out left everyone in a wreak. She was happy to see that there were other humans that had survived, though one looked to be a child whilst the other two were oddly contrasted. Even if the co-pilot's opinion was based solely on aesthetics, there was something strange there.
"Moving is good, but surviving is better. Then again, I guess both are hand in hand, eh?" Addy said aloud to the group. Her spoken tongue often never reflects her thought. "We can do introductions as we walk!"
As if meeting the group had made her forget, the woman stepped onto the sand on her bad ankle and let out a groan, followed by a few whimpers.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 19, 2008 4:03:59 GMT
Forest of Lehon Yu' looked back to see what was the Rodian doing, when the Transdoshan hit him in the side of the head with a right hook. Apparently, he had lost his rifle and resorted to his hands. Yu' stumbled and came upright in front of an angry looking alien with a jagged, ceremonial dagger staring him in the face. 'Ready to die, Alien?' He asked as he attacked. The swiftness of the strike caught him off guard as a blade curved towards his chest. Yu' jumped out of the strike range and nearly fell over the Rodian who was stirring. The Transdoshan screamed in a gutteral roar and charged. Yu' saw his chance and struck. His right hand slide from his side and struck forward. It hit under the ribs and sucked the breath out of him. Yu' grabbed the knife from his hand. The next thing he felt was a blinding pain in the back of his head. He turned just in time to catch another blow to the face. He hit a tree on his way back and slide to the bottom of it. The Rodian climbed on top of him and started striking him repeatably. Yu' struck without looking upwards. He felt mush and a scream pierced the air. He looked to see the Rodian clutching his eye and the end of the blade sticking out of his head. Yu’ had no time to see if he lived or died, as the Transdoshan was standing back up. He gripped the knife and yanked it out. Another moan came from the Rodian as he must’ve been losing consciousness. He ran over to the Transdoshan and slid his hand back. He surged it forward directly where its lung should be. It lost its breath and began kicking wildly. Yu’ must’ve missed because he stood up and was breathing normally. It surged at him again without missing a beat and knocked the primitive knife from his hand. He tried to get away from the claws and teeth of the lizard creature but as he turned to run, he pinned him to the ground. The beast twisted his arm behind his back and looked for the best place to strangle him to death. While he searched for the airway, Yu’ decided what the best course of action was. He rolled over to the right, yanking his left arm out of socket while kicking upwards. He yelled with pain and gritted his teeth to stop it for a while. OOC: Anyone with a weak stomach should stop reading. I go into some considerable detail right here. Basically I kill him brutally. IC: With Yu’s good arm, he grabbed a hold of the Transdoshan and brought his head down by the skin directly into his knee. Yu’ heard bone shattering and let him go. The reptile dropped directly to the ground, on his back. Considering Yu’ could not strangle him and didn’t see the dagger, he had to make use of what he did have. His own teeth. The exposed necks of the Transdoshan lead him believe that he could break the skin easily enough. Baring his teeth, he crouched down beside him and with a gulp, chomped down on the bareness of it’s neck. His teeth easily slide into the Adams apple of the alien and immediately he had to choke down the vomit shooting into his mouth. It was the worst thing he had ever even thought of tasting. The alien had awoken to find Yu’ cutting through the other side of the neck and only had time to yelp before the remainder of his life slipped away from him through 2 open arteries. Yu’ looked around after passing out from shock at the scene. The Rodian was dead, and Yu’ could see the Weequay was never getting up again. He couldn’t even glance at the mess he had caused with the Transdoshan. His arm pained him immensely and the quick stitch work he had done had come unraveled. With a grunt he picked himself up and looked at his options. Go find help or go back to the scavenger camp Enough to say, he chose the former. He had heard gunshots to the west so he thought that would be the best place to start looking.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jul 19, 2008 4:32:47 GMT
Torakat sighed and continued working, shrugging off the pale giant's lack of response. That sort of thing wasn't uncommon at all to him, but it still bothered him that he was getting on someone's nerves.
As he finished on the Sullistan's arm, Torakat closed up the medpac and replaced it on his belt. This time he tried to speak in a way that he hoped wouldn't come off as irritating to anyone (and this time in Basic), though it did come out as sounding somewhat forced, having to be slowed down like it was.
"There, your arm should be feeling fine in a few hours. Until then, just try not to put too much stress on it. It may feel a little stiff for a while, but there really isn't anything that can be done about that."
Immediately after this, he looked over his shoulder toward the source of the groan, and saw a human woman having just stepped onto the sand. Reaching to his belt and heading toward the woman, he readied a medpac. "Excuse me, but are you injured? I have basic medpacs, if you need one," he offered.
Hopefully this one isn't quite as irritable as the white-skinned fellow...
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 19, 2008 5:07:43 GMT
Darwin finally stopped his reclining on the downed engine, stretching as he rose. "Shelter should be easy to come by, there's a forest right there, after all." He pointed out, nodding towards the forest the Scavengers had come by. "Though I can't help but wonder just how strong the storms on this planet could be. Hopefully, nothing too surprising and inhospitable, that'd be all that is needed right now." He ran a hand up through his hair, as they were joined by another human woman, apparently injured.
He for a brief moment wanted to say that the medpacks were valuable and not to be wasted on a girl that would just slow them down, but he bit back his tongue, not wanting to offend the group by suggesting them to abandon their own members. He wanted to remain with them for the time being, after all, it was best that he gave at least some sign of compliance, until it no longer behooved him. Then, the lightsaber in his sleeve would be all too valuable to him.
"After patching her ankle up, we should get moving quickly. Don't want to get caught in the rain, after all." He said sarcastically, setting his hands on his sides. "You, though. So that we don't have to call you 'You', or 'That girl', why don't you tell us your name?"
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 19, 2008 6:53:24 GMT
ooc: Haha.. It's true though tbh. ^_^
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Traynu looked puzzled by the womans introduction and he couldn't help but crack a smile. He thanked the doctor and stood up, his glance once again returning to the human, Who the hell was she? he asked, trying to remember something from before the crash, she appeared somewhat important, whether or not that was due to her rather dramatic introduction, or her body language.
Ofcourse, with her tight fitting clothes, Traynu wasn't about to turn her down.
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Post by pat673 on Jul 19, 2008 12:35:07 GMT
OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner, been a bit here and there and everywhere lately.
IC: Alex looked back and forth between the different species of the survivor's. Above her storm clouds were beginning to gather and the wind began to pick up. Since her introduction, she had remained largely silent, trying to regain her connection to the Force that she had temporarily lost due to the Crash. She sighed and looked to her right, the Nikto, Kliraat sat on the sand away from the group, casually flipping his blaster in one hand while the other absently drew lines in the sand.
"I agree," she finally said, her head still throbbing a little. "We all need to find shelter and rest up. Although we may all be healed physically, our minds need time to adjust to what happens, and as Gul, if I can call you that, stated, those Scavanger's will be coming back. "I think we should take some smaller pieces of the wreckage and take it into the Jungle: it should provide adequate protection from both the elements and give us some protection from the Scavanger's or from any wild animals."
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 20, 2008 1:06:45 GMT
The Kaminoan nodded as his eyes tracked another ship crashing in the distance. This world must be a veritable graveyard of starships. Likely we will find ships strewn all over the place. While Gul doubted the storm would be very intense to his standards, he was well aware of the weaknesses in genetic inferiors, and that included a weakness to storms. Having grown up on Kamino where nearly the entire planet was engulfed in a mild hurricane, during the dry season, Gul Ken'tar was more than used to buffeting winds and driving rain. In fact, he would prefer if the approaching storm was not a simple rainstorm but a tropical storm. It would remind him of his home.
He nodded respectfully to the pilot as she approached. It was a marvel that she had survived the crash, being in the cockpit. Of course, he was in the cockpit as well during the crash, and had been thrown out the viewport after it was broken away, but Gul was genetically superior to humans, so an increased survivability was to be expected.
As they began to walk towards the tropical forest, Ken'tar couldn't help but notice a few large swaths through the vegitation. His sharp eyesight picked them out quickly, but he said nothing. It was evidence of massive creatures moving through here within the past few hours, and the lack of uniformity suggested a creature rather than a vehicle. Plants were bent aside, and even a few trees were. "Looks as if the natives have established a sort of road through the forest." He stated, nodding to the animal path.
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Post by storyteller on Jul 20, 2008 2:21:22 GMT
Pilot ashore.
"I know you useless heap." grunted the Mandalorian warrior as he kicked his way through the ship's ceiling.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
The Bounty hunter's scarred armor reflected the sky, beach, and settings around it. Looking around the area, Vevut's visor took notice of sentient beings in the area, the warrior reflex honed through a decade of space-faring combact caused the man to instinctively reach for the folded DX-6 Disruptor that had accompanied him on more tasks and missions then any other weapon on his person.
Switching and clicking as if clockwork, the Sniper rifle assembled itself comfortably into the Mandalorian's shoulder, the Tri-light scope raising itself from the weapon's chamber. His visor customized to work in unison with the weapon's optics caused an even more accurate detail in those he was watching and observing. He caught a group of alien species and humans, including a child. His scope intensified on the Kaminoan, the one who had the clearest line of vision to him, and the one he himself could see best from his position.
"Looks like I'm not the only survivor."
He lowered his weapon, and leapt off of his ship. He'd have to scavenge whatever he could quickly, and find a decent area to put something together. Perhaps a mechanic could be found some where in this Mandalore forsaken place.
A quick look at the group down the beach, and the Mandalorian decided their was no choice, but to see if he could hire on someone to fix up his ship, or atleast aid in getting out of here.
His comm-link and broadband connection were feeded from his helmet to the signal receiver from the flight computer....the destroyed ship, and dysfunctional system now meant it would be useless trying to contact someone within the system.
Grasping the grip to his Disruptor firmly, the Mandalorian approached the others.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 20, 2008 3:09:34 GMT
Kkieto mulled about, listening to each of the larger people. He paid particular attention to the human female, whom he recognized as one of the pilots. But he wasn't really that good at telling humans apart and he had no idea if that was the pilot who knew how to understand Jawease.
But he stayed quiet. While it might have been better to cement any abilities to communicate with the rest of these survivors, he sort of prefer staying unnoticed. Maybe if he could find a translator of some sort back on the ship... but that would put him away from the group while he looked, and they were talking about leaving. No, he would stick around, the figure out a way to speak with the rest later, when a time came when he needed to. That would work out great.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 20, 2008 3:53:38 GMT
OOC: Ignore, since the person I did it for is choosing to do the same.
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