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Post by lockandload on Jul 12, 2008 21:52:17 GMT
Yu' nearly toppled over his chair when hit. Even though he had been slapped, it felt like a disruptor had hit him in the face.
"I am on a mission from my home world, Csilla. That mission isn't important anymore though. It was about collecting data from a world that may be hostile. This one. We called it Farxa 3. After the other Farxa worlds we had found." He said, trying to look as tough as possible. Also attempting to shrug off the pain of the blow.
"My ship, burned and was ultimately destroyed. You will get nothing out of it, I'm afraid." Yu' said, getting squared up in his chair.
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Post by Fish21000 on Jul 12, 2008 23:15:19 GMT
Maifez frightened by the fighting going on around him went for cover. Waiting behind cover he heard the shots of what sounded like small shot from laser pistols, then something much larger. trying to remain calm he thought about something, quickly he felt his pockets it wasent there. He had to go back for in for it. The Large Sullustian keeping his head down went to the ship and quickly found a way in.
Makeing his way back to his room, he crawled under the door and there it was sitting on the ground by his show pants. Picking his pistol off the ground he checked it for damages, seeing it was good he stuck it in the back of his pants pulling his suit coat back down to hide it.
He made his way back to were he remebered leaveing the ship the first time to see if he could get a good view of the fighting.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 13, 2008 2:52:09 GMT
Kkieto had been doing what Jawas do best, scavenging the wreckage of the ship, when the first blaster shot rang out around him. He immediately dropped all of the smaller pieces of junk he picked up from around the wreck to the ground, also falling to the floor covering his head, screaming, "No shootegawa!"
As more and more blaster shots sounded, he eventually lifted his head, looking for the aggressors. Seeing none, he slowly rose, pointing out the place on the other side of the debris from where the blasts were coming from. While still deciding what he should do, a much larger blast sounded, and the small creature fell to the ground once again.
A few seconds passed and he rose his head again. A good part of him wanted to just run as far from that battlefield as possible, but the other part was curious as to who was fighting and who won. Curiosity won out as Kkieto inched around the ship, stealing a peek at the group. He quickly saw the largest thing around, the tall pale creature that had been on the flight. The most remarkable thing he had seen while working transports, aswell. Almost ecstatically he ran out, forgetting completely the battle, though luckily for him the opposing group had already scattered. He ran to the large pale alien and tapped him on the shin, to get his attention, which was focused in the other direction.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 13, 2008 3:36:35 GMT
In the Scavenger's Holding Cell Venge narrowed his glowing red eyes and lowered his head to be face to face with the blue-skinned Chiss prisoner. "What was your mission here on Lehon?" He asked quietly, gently dragging a clawed finger along the edge of the Chiss' neck with implied threat. The acrid scent leaking from Venge's chemsacs slipped through his open lips; the scent of sulfur was often repulsive to many species. The sandy beaches near the Minsa Commune Tree City [/b][/center] Gul Ken'tar took a half-jump to one side, spinning in mid air as his disruptor weapon swept up along his line of sight. Something had just touched his leg, and in this heightened situation of awareness, the Kaminoan's weapon found its way to.... a Jawa. The Kaminoan instantly lowered his weapon, sighing audibly as he jammed it back into its holster, triggering the safety on. "Do that again and I may not exercise the same level of self-restraint." He warned, looking down at the tiny creature who stood barely past his thighs. Gul surveyed the surroundings quickly again, nodding to the Sullustan who'd lobbed the grenade before turning his attention back to the minuscule hooded alien. "Now what is it you want from me, little thing? It is important that we establish some sort of defensive network if we are to use this wreck as our temporary home, or else we should find a new location that is better defensible. I get the impression those 'Scavengers' will be back."
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jul 13, 2008 4:18:34 GMT
Torakat's ear twitched, and he cocked his head to the side, listening for more sounds from the battle. But nothing came; it seemed to have died down. He cautiously leaned to the side and looked out from his spot in the underbrush.
He made a few quick movements of his head trying to get a look at what was going on down there. Looking uneasily around him, he swallowed and stood up and emerged from the wood line.
Being already close he held up his hands to show that he was unarmed as he approached the area of the wreckage. He could hear a voice talking as he drew nearer to the shuttle.
As he very cautiously came up to where the shuttle group had been fighting, he swallowed again and shouted in his quick, squeaky form of Basic. "Hey! Don'tfire! Ihavemedpacks! Is-isanyonehurt?" An odd thing to ask a group of strangers, but it was kind of instinctive by now to the medic for that to be the first question to ask.
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 13, 2008 11:02:37 GMT
ooc: I just realised how much this makes me want to play KOTOR again. =p
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Traynu stood up slowly, but fell back into a combat position as soon as the newcomer approached. Traynu narrowed his eyes and dropped his aim, he stood up and brushed himself off of the sand. None of it had got into his armour luckily.
Traynu looked at Torakat, "Yeah, I could do with my arm being patched up, I broke it during the crash." He added with a sigh, Well, there's no point not telling them. It'll only get me into trouble if I don't.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 13, 2008 13:42:30 GMT
"My people's scientist's found out that Farxa 3 had some indigenous plants and animals that may benefit if we could just find some of them. It also has many carnivore's that could easily be used on new worlds to help with the ecosystem." Yu' explained. He felt the claw go down his neck and it tinged a little bit.
"Though, that is not the reason I came. I came because one of my men disappeared on this planet on a scouting mission of it.He sent back several transmissions but we lost contact with him 2 months into the trip. He was collecting data and soil for our experts and my job is to get him back." He said sighing at the end of the sentence.
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 14, 2008 16:53:14 GMT
Darwin kept his crouch behind the engine, as blaster fire increased in volume. However, after a moment, a much larger blast sounded, just as Darwin was beginning to swing up to return fire. A flash of light bright enough to blind flared up in his eyes, causing him to cry out and raise a hand over them, his left. This didn't really help much, as the roar still deafened him, and the flash still scorched his eyes, but at the least it cut off SOME of the glare.
Still, when the explosion faded, Darwin had to blink several times, his eyes leaving a light after-shadow over his gaze, purple, green, and blue spots hazing in and out in front of his vision. Combine this with the ring in his ears, and the conversation that was happening went completely by him, leaving him in a daze. "Wow... nothing like a grenade to shake things up..." he muttered to himself. Or, at the least, he thought he muttered, in actuality he had said it MUCH louder than he had thought.
He pulled himself up, chuckling to himself. "Got that bug-eyed, cocky bastard good..." He said proudly, as he took a seat on the engine that he had previously used as cover, holstering his blaster at his side. The others could have their little conversations... But what interested him was where that Jedi girl had ended up. She was the only real danger to him that he could see here, as he didn't detect Force prowess in any of the others.
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Post by Stephanie on Jul 14, 2008 17:00:49 GMT
Julianna poked her head out from behind the cover she had taken when her father forced her out of harm's way. She looked around to see if everyone was alright, and if anyone had been harmed by the thermal detonator. Her father had always told her that explosives were always of the highest thread to force sensitives, and the only defense against them was to avoid them or shield yourself against them, but she had never seen a blast this close before.
Curiously, she walked up the beach and kicked a fragment of the detonator across the sands, giggling heartily as she did so. Playfully, she hopped up onto a piece of a broken engine, and began jumping between the debris that was strewn across the beach, keeping her arms outstretched to keep her balance.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jul 14, 2008 17:10:15 GMT
"Rightaway," he said almost mechanically, taking one of the medpacs from his belt. A medpac was a first aid kit containing miscellaneous supplies such as medisensors, syntheflesh, bacta, kolto, spray-bandages, bacta patches, spray hypos, bone stabilizers, antiseptics, coagulants, stimulants, and other essential medicines for the treatment of wounds. A field medic's best friend. Drawing out a medisensor, bone stabilizer, and a bacta patch, Torakat carefully took hold of the Sullistan's arm and went to work. "Holdstill, thisisgoingtotakeaminute. Youmayfeelaslightpressureorstingingsensation." OOC: I literally cannot go into any more detail than that on the administration of a medpac. That's all the information they had anywhere I looked. Sorry.
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Post by HK-47 on Jul 14, 2008 22:39:33 GMT
In the Scavenger's Holding Cell [/u][/center] The dark lord slowly stood, "You're not worth my time then, wretch!" The dark scaled alien stalked out of the chamber. He pulled the two guards aside, "Take the worthless insect out into the forest and shoot him." Venge instructed, then turned to stalk away. The two guards glanced at one another, then hurried into the cell... On the beaches near the Minsa Commune Tree City Gul Ken'tar sighed, taking a step away from the Jawa and walking amidst the others. A Chadra-Fan had appeared out of nowhere, offering medical aide. At least that one will be useful. the Kaminoan decided. He bit back his tongue when he looked at the Human man who'd started it all by shooting the Rodian Scavenger. While he wanted to bite the man's head off for being an idiot by starting that kind of a gunfight where people could have been hurt or even killed, Gul had to acknowledge that aside from some minor scrapes and bruises, nobody who mattered was truly hurt. As for the Scavengers... He would make up his mind about them later. Gul's almond eyes tracked Julianna's play up to one of the engines. "Be careful up there. Don't fall and hurt yourself on the metal. I doubt we have many medical supplies available."He turned, "Well done Sullustan. Seems you may have saved us all. I do not know if you caught it earlier, but I am Gul Ken'tar." Gul stiffly extended his right hand in greeting. These acts of common courtesy were foreign to the Kaminoan. For too long he'd gone on with a stiff attitude. Most would probably say 'prick', I imagine.While the Chadra-Fan was bothersome, Gul took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration at the being's insanely fast speech and utter lack of grammatical precision.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jul 14, 2008 23:31:49 GMT
Torakat's ear moved so slightly that it was barely noticeable. Still working on the broken arm, he heard a sigh and caught the smell of irritation in the air, literally.
His eyes flitted for a split second to the direction both signals were coming from, not daring to look away for any longer just out of personal compulsion. What species is that? I can't remember ever seeing one of them before...tall, white skin, large eyes? Odd...
He turned his head slightly towards Gul to show that he meant his words to be directed at him, but kept his eyes focused on the task at hand. Medpacs worked wonderfully quickly, but a broken bone, while easily mended, was not as common as the burns and flesh wounds most often treated by Medpacs. He spoke to Gul in the Chadra-Fan language, hoping that even if he didn't understand him, someone would. He hated speaking Basic. "I am sorry, I did not mean to offend. Can you understand Chadra-Fan, by any chance? I- is there anything I can do for you?" Torakat, conscientious of first impressions was a little worried about how this was going, but was trying to remedy it, if possible.
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Post by Uglius Maximus on Jul 15, 2008 0:07:07 GMT
Traynu looked up at the Kaminoan and raised an eyebrow, "My names Traynu." He stated taking the mans hand, "And don't worry about it, when I get this arm patched up, you can expect alot more." He added with a wink, he shook the frail alien hand; it felt weird, as if he could break it easily, but judging from how the man carried himself, Traynu concluded that it probably wasn't a good idea.
"Good to meet you Gulkenttarr" he stated, not too sure on how to say the name exactly.
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Post by lockandload on Jul 15, 2008 2:33:36 GMT
Forest of Lehon A Rodian held Yu's Charric blaster to his back and had his Vibro-sword in it's sheath on his belt. It was so close he could taste it. The sweet smell of victory and excape loomed in him and he was just waiting for his chance to strike. The 2 lackey's that the Reptile had sent with them loomed in the back and just stood watch to make sure nothing went wrong. A Weequay and a Trandoshan were the grunts assigned to this mission and they voiced rather loudlyhow much they hated doing this sort of thing. The Rodian had been stumbling over logs and branches and Yu' decided to take advantage of it. All in good time.
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Post by Lammy on Jul 15, 2008 5:04:14 GMT
Addy peeked around the corner towards the open beach. Well, it would have been open if not for the debris, the survivors, and the others that showed up with charged blasters. The girl patted the blaster that never left its home on her right thigh-- despite owning something that packed quite a punch, she was never a fan of fire fights.
A few hops down from her perch, Addy stepped onto the shore. She squinted at the crowd as the light became considerably brighter out in the open. Cautiously, the former co-pilot of the lovely transport shuttle approached the group of survivors, with a slow and steady pace. She was just happy to be able to place the least bit of pressure on her ankle.
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