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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/7 12:22pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Juerr Pakka He was glad he had averted his gaze, from the sound of her voice and the pheromons being released that he could smell he really didn't want a mental image to go with it. She had misunderstood a couple of points, but she wanted an answer...so he would. Reluctantly looking back at Tlo he began, "It is a base site option, just I let my folks know we'ld be headed here through a coded word play and encryption key. Consider it a bonus, they've likely been here a while and can give you more information then we seem to glean from a quick walk through. That should make Lis Chancilor happy since we can be ahead of schedule. And that beacons likely only set up so that I'ld know where on planet to meet them, it is a whole world after all. So don't worry about claims or compition, they aren't any, not for any us." Scratching his ear for a moment he looked at Nikki, Casya, and then Tlo again real quick, "What is a sham? and why does tail's dangling seem to be a bad thing from the way one said it, isn't that a comfortable good thing though?" He'ld let whoever was greeting them on the planet do the rest of the talking and clear all of this up if she wasn't satified or willing to explain her strange words. TAG: Rock Hounds IC: J9-85 (AteHive) Time was still slow but light thankfully was not, and neither were the sensors on the old smuggling ship he was linked to for the moment. According to it passive scanners had picked up a ship headed in, most likely to follow the beacon to the landing site. Moving off to the edge of the cleared area it awaited the ship to land and open its boarding ramp. It was time to share much, yes there was so much to share with the galaxy, and to see that ruffian trike again. TAG: Rock Hounds -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Jim_Palso Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/7 12:37pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0 - Date Edited: 5/7 12:38pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Jim_Palso
	IC: Commander Stanford Bridge, Ill Repute II Commander Stanford nodded at Lank's hologram. "Yes, Admiral. I'll make sure everything is taken care of. Its good to have you back, sir...and safe." As the Admiral's hologram faded away, Stanford turned to the Mon Calamari female junior Lieutenant and had her take care of the vistor's ship, while she took care of their vistor himself. Tag Lank EDIT: Grammer correction. -----signature----- "Damn it. Why do we have to have the most popular scumbucket in the galaxy?" - Skye about Jim Palso "How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?" - Everything, by Lifehouse http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5
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Pennsylvania_Yankee Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/7 12:48pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Lieutenant Commander Peter Times Mess Hall, Ill Repute II Times comlink went off and he grabbed it. "This is Times, go ahead." "Commander, this is Stunford. Admiral Lank has contacted the ship and has issued orders regarding our vistor. I'm doing things on my end, but I nedd you to do a few things for me. I'm giving you tempororary control over the secuirty forces of the Ill Repute. I'm busy enough on the bridge with the transports as it is. I'm getting our vistor some quarters and posting a guard there. I still want you with him. All secuirty forces are to report to you until Admiral Lank arrives. When he does, all secuirty forces will be back under my command. Until then, keep the ship safe, Commander. I'm sending you data on where his quarters is at." "Yes, Commander." Times replied, clicking off the comm and following his charge to the Mess Hall. The man seemed to hesitate at the Mess Hall doors and Times nodded him in, indicating it was okay to go to the Mess Hall. Once there, Times observed clean-up droids in the Mess Hall, cleaning up the last of what appeared to be a food fight. "Palso." Times said under his breath. Tag Jasock OOC: Jasock, you might want to come up with an idea for why he left the special operations forces. Just some advise. You can't build all of your character's history from the start. You'll think up of something. And will the scanning crews find anything on your ship? -----signature----- "You have feelings, don't you?" - Sandra / "Fear ... fear and discipline." - Todd "Now?" - Sandra / "Always." - Todd "But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do?" - Sandra "I'm going to kill them all, sir. " - Todd
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Katana_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 5/7 1:40pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0 - Date Edited: 5/7 1:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Katana_Master
	OOC: No, he didn't bug the ship, GAI didn't have time to, and Admiral Kre'fey didn't anticipate one of his own agents stealing that shuttle. EDIT: But they will find a high-tech armor suit, weapons and explosives, ect... -----signature----- "Savior, conquerer, hero, villain, you are all things Revan, and yet, you are nothing. In the end you belong to neither the light, nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone." Darth Malak. Fyar Escalos. Rising Star 8. Jasock Reens. Unassigned.
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Anime_Jedi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/7 5:03pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Bly The brawl broke out with lighting speed, Mia and Bly were locked in unarmed combat. Mia came at Bly with fast kicks, Bly did his best counter. But the real thing was worlds different from sims he had ran. Bly could match most of her blows, which only made her smile. “That all you got boy!” The pain in Bly’s ribs didn’t help at all, lucky for him he only took blows to legs or chest.. He noticed his guns were at his sides as he and Mia walked around in circle keeping an eye on each other. “You wouldn’t shot a lady would you?” She smiled and winked at hum. He reached for gun on his right hip and pointed it at her. “Your no lady Mia or whatever your name is.” “Then shot me Shin.” Her words caught him of guard. “Shot me… Bly shock his head. “Its gotta be trick…” “Well little boy shot me!” A red laser hissed right by Mia’s left ear. She turned to see a small round hole in the wall. “What haven’t got it in you too-“ The rapid shots fired around her silenced her. Bly was going all out duel gunslinger style, he wasn’t aiming at her but everywhere else. “YOUr AIM IS WAY OFF!” Mia yelled over the rapid blasts. Bly just kept shooting everywhere in the warehouse room. Soon there was nothing but a thick cloud of smoke doe to the pieces of wall that fell off the walls. Mia covered her eyes and stood still seeing as Bly wasn’t shooting at her why move. Her master’s words echoed though her head. “Bring him back alive at all cost, he’s no use dead.” The room fell silent after that Mia uncovered her eyes. Next thing she knew she was kicked in the right keen he forced down on her left keen. With Bly’s right foot jammed in her back with his right handgun stabbed in the back of her neck. “How did he?” Bly asked himself the same question. “How’d I move so fast?” “Get off me,” Mia hissed. It was then that Mia felt anther end of a gun on her head. “Tell me why you went after me.” Mia said nothing. Bly removed the gun from her head fired a shot over he shoulder which passed by her right ear. “I won’t miss next time.” The gun in his left hand went back too her head. “I… I was sent too kidnap you and turn you.” “How’d you know I was here or would come here?” “My master knew, he wants to train you and use you to help bring down the jedi and their allies.” “He doesn’t know very well what else.” “He, he…. “Wants all untrained Force user, the Outcast has-“ Bly jammed the gun in her neck with more force, which made her cry in pain. “What’s he know about them?” “Lots, the GIA your base, he helped I helped.” “Where is he now?” …A loud shotgun blast came from behind them though the wall. Bly rolled out of the way, but Mia got hit in the back. Next thing Bly knew the east wall flew toward him. It landed and crushing Mia. “Such, a bad, bad girl.” Bly looked up only too see an old man with pale gray skin and yellow eyes.. “Shall we play little boy?” no tag. -----signature----- I like anime I'm not new around here and I don't have much else to say. But I've been around since 05.
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Jedi_Allegra Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 5/7 5:59pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Qatya: Her mind cleared in less than no time. The peaceful sound of her breathing soothed and calmed her racing heart as she focused on it for a short moment of time. Deep, slow, and constant; creating an image in her mind of the small springs back home on Mataou. She let her mind wander. Out passed the viewpoints to whatever planets lay beyond what she could see with her naked eye. Passed the stars and everything the galaxy held within. Qatya felt the waves of her healing trance was over her knee in a wave of heat and ice, working ever so ardently healing the bone, tissues, and everything else involved. "You doin' alright?" What Qatya assumed was the older of the two women spoke up, her voice hard and gruff. Her pearish eye fluttered open and noticed that Dinn’s red eye swiveled upon her as she raised herself from the ground she had been sleeping and meditating on. She watched the other woman closely as she began moving to the small storage space beside the lounge and grabbing the medical kit. Qatya could see it contained, amongst other things, decent painkillers, a bacta wrap and a blaster burn salve. "Mind if I fix that up a bit, now that you're prone? Gives us a chance to...talk. About how you know Nimaj and how you know us." Dinn kneeled beside the Mataoun, her eyes set upon her. ”You really don’t have to, yet if you insist.” She began to unravel the old bacta patch. For a moment there was a tense initiated silence. Last time the two women had spoken to each other, the woman had had a motive of anger, one that made sense to Qatya. Yet it still didn’t make perfect sense. Dinn and Nimaj were close. How close, Qatya was unsure. Tag: Dinn
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Kleinmeister Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/7 6:09pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	OOC: Sorry I've been out of the loop for the past week. Work has been crazy, and I got Mario Kart Wii last week.... IC: Nimaj Nimaj peeled Lyyra off his leg and knelt down so his eyes were on her level. "If I'm gonna help keep Mr. Torsy safe, I need to go follow him. Don't worry, I'll be back." With that, he stood—and froze. He felt...a faint, familiar presence, like a touch of purple velvet...then it was gone. Dallas suddenly spoke up. "I think my sister's headed to Ossus." She glanced at Nimaj. "Of course, the Outcasts don't abandon their own." "Well, let's hope there won't be trouble here waiting for them." With that, Nimaj stepped out of the apartment and located Torsy in the commons of the Jedi Temple. He kept well back and made sure all of his senses were alert for trouble. Tag: Laine, Zan, Dinn -----signature----- Jedi Outcasts Fallen Angel 4 Mario Kart Wii Fan PM me for my friend code. http://www.marionyr.com
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Anime_Jedi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/7 8:43pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0 - Date Edited: 5/7 9:41pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Anime_Jedi
	IC: Bly “Shall we play little boy?” “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Bly was surprised that his voice had such strength, after is tiring fight with the Mia. Bly was trying to come down,, but seeing someone die right before his eyes freaked him out. His heart kept racing and he kept panting. “Now, now come down I’m here to show you a better life. This man who looked too be in his mid forties, slowly walking forward. Bly pointed his pistols at him. “Back off old man.” The old man dressed in black started laugh quietly. “Little boys and their toys, go ahead shot.” “You asked for it.” Bly fired one shot; “Enjoy it old man. The laser was aimed right before his forehead before it….. “Stopped..” “Here enjoy it.” Bly was able to roll out of the way. “Not bad Bly.” “He knows my name h-“ “How does he, oh my boy your mind is an open book to me.” “Well…. Bly threw his guns to the floor. “You won’t need to read my mind too know what comes next!” Bly came at him a fast punch only to get pushed back. “Damn it!” “Try again my boy.” “Shut up!” Bly waved his hand at him, which sent him flying.” “As long I stay mad I can throw em where ever I want.” Bly throw him into wall and then dropped all the cargo and boxes around on him. Bly lowered his hand and lead over. “I gotta him.” Bly started to look around for paperwork to help the Outcast when he hard laughing. Bly slowly turned his head, too see the old man standing there. “Oh you got me oh it hurts.” “Your mocking me.” “Good eye boy.” A second later the old man lifted Bly off the ground by his neck.. “Don’t worry I won’t chock you to death I need you alive” He threw Bly into a wall, and began walking toward him, Bly backed away only to trip over a box. The old reached chock him again, but was bounced off by a bull shield of energy. “What how do have that power already?” Bly opened his, he inside a blue sphere of energy. “Thank you whatever did this.” Bly sat there and tried too recover some energy. The old man reached for him again only too get shocked by lighting. He cried out in pain, as his right arm went numb. The blue shield now had lighting around it. “Your little demon,” he said though his teeth. “I really got too em now…” “It’s over boy times up, game over.” “I don’t like the sound of that.” No tag. -----signature----- I like anime I'm not new around here and I don't have much else to say. But I've been around since 05.
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SECRETSISTER Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 5/7 8:46pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	Mitth_Fisto posted: IC: Juerr Pakka He was glad he had averted his gaze, from the sound of her voice and the pheromons being released that he could smell he really didn't want a mental image to go with it. She had misunderstood a couple of points, but she wanted an answer...so he would. Reluctantly looking back at Tlo he began, "It is a base site option, just I let my folks know we'ld be headed here through a coded word play and encryption key. Consider it a bonus, they've likely been here a while and can give you more information then we seem to glean from a quick walk through. That should make Lis Chancilor happy since we can be ahead of schedule. And that beacons likely only set up so that I'ld know where on planet to meet them, it is a whole world after all. So don't worry about claims or compition, they aren't any, not for any us." Scratching his ear for a moment he looked at Nikki, Casya, and then Tlo again real quick, "What is a sham? and why does tail's dangling seem to be a bad thing from the way one said it, isn't that a comfortable good thing though?" He'ld let whoever was greeting them on the planet do the rest of the talking and clear all of this up if she wasn't satified or willing to explain her strange words. TAG: Rock Hounds IC: J9-85 (AteHive) Time was still slow but light thankfully was not, and neither were the sensors on the old smuggling ship he was linked to for the moment. According to it passive scanners had picked up a ship headed in, most likely to follow the beacon to the landing site. Moving off to the edge of the cleared area it awaited the ship to land and open its boarding ramp. It was time to share much, yes there was so much to share with the galaxy, and to see that ruffian trike again. TAG: Rock Hounds IC: Tlo... Juerr's explanation mollified Tlo's anger considerably. Okay, Okay. I just wish you had made that clear to me from the beginning, kiddo. We'll still check it out and if your family knows a good place for a base, then maybe we'll be able to take them up on it. I dunno. We gotta give our findings to Lis and the Brass...uh...the Command Group. Oh. And what I meant by the 'tail hanging out' thing is that the Outcasts don't have a place to go and we have all the civilians with us and it makes it a double danger. Sith! We used to LIVE on the old Ill Repute before Coruscant. The Roguish Smile* cut through into the atmosphere of Belkadan, following the landing beacon to a wide clearing. Tlo eased the little freighter down on it's repulsors and felt the landing gear sink a bit into the soil before she steadied on her 'pins'. Tlo watched the readings for a few minutes to make sure things were going to stay that way. Finally, she cut all engines and shut down the boards. Rising from her seat, she turned and nodded once at her passengers.* Well. We're here. Let's see how things look. To herself, Tlo fretted. There had been no message marker from Lissa. TAG: Rockhounds -----signature----- Jedi Outcasts Supreme Chancellor. Ice Cream Queen of the JO Keeper of the Palso Fan Club secret password. The person responsible is the one who did it. - Hubby Every galaxy has a black hole - NOVA
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Anime_Jedi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/7 10:54pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Bly Long minutes seemed too past, Bly noticed the old man’s right arm was now numb. The old man tried with his left hand too get Bly and force his way though Bly’s shock shield. It was working though not without a price. Bly was fine and the old man was getting shocked the whole time. “I’ll out last him.” Bly stood up; “give up your not getting though. “Well see about that!” The old master let lose force lighting, which hit Bly and brought down the shield. “You little….” The old sith had to catch his breath. How… could you a untrained even hurt me?” Bly took this as his chance to end this guy. He dropped into a snake style stance and went for the heart. He was going to use the five finger heart expulsion. His index and middle were an inch way from the Sith's heart when. He felt something cold enter his gut. He looked too see the Sith had stabbed him. Bly’s eyes went wide,. “You may have one the battle but the war you lost.” He pulled the blade out of Bly. “War…” Bly fell to the floor. “You Outcast are strong maybe Will fight again.” After the old Sith, was gone limping out of the warehouse. Bly felt his body going numb. “I need to find the..” He had to lean on the wall to stand. He held his left hand over his wound and looked for paperwork. It looked he’d found something, but he couldn’t read it. His vision was going out on him. The cool winds now blow into the broken wall of the warehouse. He stumbled to see the docks, maybe Russ and Roxez would show up, maybe Dare would. He looked left and right no one came. One shaky hand reached for his comlink. And switched it on. “Something…. Found paperwork…. Warehouse, going too…” Bly lost his balance and feel forward, the comlink flew out his hand and fell too who knows where. He could only hope the last button his finger hit would send the voice only message. He forced himself up limped back into the warehouse the pain made him want to cry out but he wouldn’t waste energy doing that. “Gotta… help… find more…” He fell in his own pool of blood face first. He looked up and dragged a piece of paper down with him. “Don’t wanna…” He couldn’t feel anything… “di… die… can’t….” tag. non -----signature----- I like anime I'm not new around here and I don't have much else to say. But I've been around since 05.
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/8 7:58am Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Juerr Pakka Rising he turned to Nikki offering her a hand up, it was the more female thing to do, which was right considering their relationship and her races stance on such things. Turning they followed Tlo to the exit, and awaited the first steps onto the world. TAG: Rock Hounds IC: J9-85 Whether or not one could tell, he was going to enjoy this very much. Sending a quick signal the beacon ceased sending its signal, and so had the ship now that it was powered down. It was once more a quiet world as there was no comm traffic, no relays, no cities or towns inhabited, just pure and simple peace. And if he had to suffer it for another Roche hour somebody was going to have a very bad day besides him, and thats as far as he'ld think on the matter. The ramp, after all, should lower any moment now, just two spindly steps to the left and he should be at the exact center and base of the ramp when it lowered. TAG: Rock Hounds -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Jim_Palso Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/8 6:10pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0 - Date Edited: 5/8 6:13pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jim_Palso
	OOC: I'm going to speed this along a little bit, hope no one minds. IC: Jim Palso Fampoil, The Journey Jim was seeing how far his finger could go up his noise, while Tim, in the shuttle ahead of them, was doing all the work. "Fampoil Control, this is Jedi Outcasts Shuttle, requesting a place to land with these refugrees." Tim always wondered what he would call the Lambda-class Shuttle, what name to give it...but he decided he would leave that up to the Brass to figure out. "Captain Palso?" Asked a female voice. Jim turned around in his seat, his finger fully in his nose, at the sight of a very beauitful young female...and human. "Oh, not good," Jim said, only imagining how he looked with his index finger in his nose. "Oh by the Force that is gross!" The woman exclaimed. As the woman turned away, Jim quickly finished his nose picking and flicked the burger away...onto the front window of the cockpit. When the woman tunred back, Jim said, "What?" He asked, as if she had seen nothing at all. "Men," She said, adding, "When are we going to land?" Jim heard Tim's voice over the comm in response to a Fampoil Controller replying and nodded. "Right now." As the woman went away, Jim looked back briefly to make sure no one was looking and removed the burger from the window, throwing it in a nearby trash can. Jim followed the Lambda-class Shuttle ahead of him, landing in a clearing by a series of buildings. As the passenegrs were getting off-loaded, Jim was standing by the ramp. As the young lady from before came walking by, Jim puffed up his chest and leaned lazily against the landing ramp's hydrolic (sp?) arm, with his thumbs in his belt. "So my pretty lady, when are we going to go out on a date?" Despite Jim's...over effort in getting women not a single person in the galaxy could deny that Jim Palso had that certain romatic car about him from being a Spacer, a man that risked it all, and he could show that pirate swagger perfectly. Most women fell for...although most left the smuggler with a slap in his face and usually throwing achol (sp?) in his face along with it. And although the woman almost fell for it, which Jim (and his eyes brightening up with hope, a small smile getting even 'charmier') could see the beginnings of a beauitful night out with the woman, her sense came to her and she shook her head in disgust. "Spacers...your all the same. All slime buckets!" As she moved past him, Jim turned around to watch her go down the ramp and shouted out, "We all have our faluts my pretty las!" She just shook her head and kept on walking with the refugrees exiting his ship. Jim said quietly to himself, "Where is Walking Library when I need him! He always knew how to figure out this species called a 'woman'. Always had pretty good pick-up lines too..." Jim shrugged as he watched the woman walk away. "Problem was, I never followed through with his advice. Ah, what a pitty." Jim turned back towards the insides of his ship and made a walk through, making sure everyone was out. He then followed Tim back to the ship, Crazy Mike still flying escort, although in a flanking position of the two transports this time, off to the starboard and aft of Jim's ship. Tag Anyone -----signature----- "Damn it. Why do we have to have the most popular scumbucket in the galaxy?" - Skye about Jim Palso "How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?" - Everything, by Lifehouse http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5
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Unit-Zero Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 5/8 7:54pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	"All right... no need to get hasty. You want the chip? Go get it!" Vaya chucked the canister to the side, letting it clank along the deck and roll to the closed hangar bay doors that separated them from space. Within the same movement, she drew and fired her pistol, shattering the datapad in the pirate leader's hands. "Couldn't let you get access to my monies, mate." The pirate leader howled, clutching his hand now cut up and fused with melting plastics and circuitry. "Get the chip, kill the whelp!" he snarled. A hailstorm of blaster fire converged on the area where Vaya used to stand - yes used to stand, because by this time she had already dived behind a stack of crates, firing blindly over the lip to provide some cover. The blaster fire began chewing into the crates, not causing much damage but keeping her pinned. "Great... so now what stupid? Oh sure, just piss them off, great fun. Maybe they'll invite you to drink tea afterwards." Vaya fired over the box, taking out one pirate on a high scaffold. "Sithspit... I have to get out of here." A shot ricocheted off a crate, popping the side and spilling the contents: high quality death sticks. "Huh... pirate boy's got some class to him," she mumbled, scopping up as much of the death sticks as she could fit in her satchel. Of course, greed has a price. One scooping left her exposed and a pirate fired, glancing into her still organic shoulder. Wincing in pain, Vaya pressed back against the box, blinking her eyes rapidly and trying not to pass out from the pain. "That's it, no more playing games." She leapt upward, landing on the box formerly used as cover. With a grunt, she flipped, using her feet and the Force to pick the box up and whip it over her head, sending it sailing towards her assailants. Several scrambled to get out of the crate's way before it smashed to the deck. By this time, Vaya had vaulted up to her ship, slamming the canopy closed and quickly going through startup. She noted two pirates approaching the message canister and grinned. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small cylinder, then tapped on her canopy to get the guys' attention. Smirking, she tapped the button on the remote, and the message canister - really a thermal detonator - exploded, taking the two pirates and blowing a hole in the wall. The air quickly rushed out and the remaining pirates either made it past the security bulkhead deeper in the base or were sucked out into nothing. Vaya lifted up and pointed the nose of her A-Wing at the hole, punching the throttle. The hole was just a tad small and Vaya slammed hard into the side of the cockpit as the starboard laser cannon clipped the hole edge, shearing the weapon completely off the side of the vessel. Vaya reached up and felt the stickyness of blood on her temple and cursed. She punched the thrusters and shot away from the main asteroid. It didn't take long for a swarm of Uglies to fly after her and take shots. Fighting the onset of a concussion, Vaya kept flying as fast as possible, rocking in the seat as if it would coax more speed. The Uglies were soon joined with corvette-class vessels, and she was out of options. "Computer, how fast to calculate a jump?" The computer beeped out a response. "Don't give me that tone you hunk of metal," she replied as if scolding the machine, "damn too long. Okay. Plan B." Reaching over her right shoulder, Vaya punched a small plastic box with a single red button - conveniently titled Plan B. It was a special hot jump system she had installed for quick getaways; the hyperdrive essentially locked on the closest system and blind jumped. Extremely risky, but she didn't have a choice. The A-Wing shuddered then accelerated past lightspeed, leaving the pirates in her wake. As soon as the mottled subspace tunnel of hyperspace enveloped the ship, she passed out. ten minutes later A shrill alarm warbled in the tiny cockpit, rousing Vaya from her painful sleep. Her head throbbed but she shook off the concussion, blearily checking her instruments. Fuel, low, damage, moderate, but they were approaching realspace... where? Fampoli? "Oh ****, no way I'm going to not be noticed here. I better jump fast again." The A-Wing shuddered as realspace snapped back. Behind her, the Plan B box sparked, shorting out. Moments later a bang caused the fighter to spin wildly through space. "Well, so much for Plan B." Vaya muttered as her ship display noted her hyperdrive was now slag. Engines wouldn't fire either. "Perfect, a kriffin' tin can in space, power dead, unable to move, just waiting for the Fampoli to find me and toss me in jail for the rest of my life. Doesn't anyone out there like me?" Her sensors, the only tool still working, bleeped a warning of emerging hyperspace points. A moment later, the pirate fleet snapped into realspace behind her. With an exasperated sigh, Vaya slumped forward, hitting her head against the control panel. "Not these guys again." Tag: Anyone at Fampoli to notice a Small A-Wing adrift among a small pirate fleet and have it in their gracious hearts to come save my sorry butt. -----signature----- Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Equivalent Exchange - FullMetal Alchemist
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Katana_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 5/8 10:21pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	IC: Fyar As per Admiral Pavail’s orders, Fyar was helping people move from the Ill Repute’s hanger bay to shuttle’s, and from there to Fampol’s suface. A glimmer caught his eye outside the MagCon field, very faint, but it appeared to be… Ships? Aware that his eyesight was rarely wrong he excused himself from the flow of civilians, hopped into his fighter and powered up the sensors. “Bridge this is Flight Officer Escalos, I’m picking up a group of unknowns that just emerged from hyperspace, do you know anything more about them then I do?” TAG: Bridge -----signature----- "Savior, conquerer, hero, villain, you are all things Revan, and yet, you are nothing. In the end you belong to neither the light, nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone." Darth Malak. Fyar Escalos. Rising Star 8. Jasock Reens. Unassigned.
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Lank_Pavail Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 5/9 7:44pm Subject: RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
	Lank approached his fighter, which the Fampoli techs had reapired in record time "My compliments," he said gratefully. After getting clearance from the planetary control, he was spaceborne in moments. "This is Skifter. I see them. Repute, halt the offloading. Shields up and scramble what you can." Tag: Those on the Repute. -----signature----- High Keeper of stuffed EwokWJFC Lord Jon, Mr Lank & Ms Luna, Purveyors of Anachronistic Atrocities http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=14345682&brd=10477&replies=8 Admiral, JO
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