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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 1/27 6:18pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Captain Jav Boran Bridge- Fool’s Gamble Jav side-glanced over to Kraid and cracked a smile. “Yes, try not to take us down with the Tuskens. This doesn’t feel like a very good day to die.” TAG: Kraid…or No one IC: S2-56G Lower Gunnery Pod- Fool’s Gamble Arriving down in the lower turret pod, S2-56G took his place gentle in the gunner’s seat and, reaching for the comm. headset onto the wall, tightened the headband and placed it over his auditory sensors while positioning the mouth piece over his vocal processor. “Alright, Mr. Lorrka. Testing…can you hear me?” TAG: Wyl -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1 Give me Gryph-erty or give me death!
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/27 7:08pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Wyl Lorrka Almost as soon as Wyl put the headset on, he heard S2's voice piping through it. “Alright, Mr. Lorrka. Testing…can you hear me?” "Yeah, loud and clear, Esstoo." TAG: S2 -----signature----- The Clone Wars is OT quality good. Really. Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - Looking for a few good replacements...see profile for info. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 1/28 7:56am Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	I'll have a post later today or tomorrow. Been busy writing essays and im pooped -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Shinrai Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 1/28 5:42pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble" - Date Edited: 1/28 6:40pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Shinrai
	OOC: This post is a bit long, my apologies… Character Changes – Languages: Ugnaught, Basic, Binary; Equipment: Schematic Remote (Binks), FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner, F-187 Fusion-Cutter, Glow Rod, Datapad, Welding Faceshield, Roamer-6 Breathmask, Reliacharger Power Calibrator, Prybar, Double Barrel Scatter-shot Shattergun Varient (aka -Shredder Cannon), Ion Blaster, Electronic Toolkit (wire strippers, crimpers, soldering iron, etc.), tool backpack, leather shop apron, and various resistors, wire spools & piecemeal electronic components. IC: Gorrk Arnthout, Tatooine Waves of heat rose into the midday sky, lending the illusion that the endless waves of sand were actually a silent golden ocean. Twin suns shone mercilessly overhead, adding even more heat to the furnace that was midday Tatooine. A diminutive, pig-like creature hobbled his way down the street, an exaggerated limp on his right side. Beads of perspiration accumulated on his balding head of long, stringy gray hair, to trace a greasy track down his dirty and wrinkled face. His gray robes were already soaked with sweat and his leather apron and heavy tool backpack weren’t helping. He stopped in the meager shade of an adobe building to catch his breath and scratched the long scar running down the left side with a porky finger. If he had any idea that leaving home all those years ago would be so troublesome, he never would have entertained the thought in the first place. He’d probably still have both his tusks too… “Gorrk!” The Ugnaught started, turning to the source of the voice. “Get that kriffing antenna working! Now!” Gorrk’s left eyelid twitched in annoyance. He hated humans, he really did. Ever since he had left his home world he had gotten nothing but disrespect from them. They knocked him around without apologizing, they jeered, they made fun of his appearance (or smell) and looked down on him… now they were ordering him around. He repressed the urge to make a rude gesture at Captain Banai – hunkered down behind a makeshift barricade and glaring at him – and continued on his journey. It had been seventy-one hours since the Mos Entha Police transports arrived and seventy since the Sand People attacked and captured them. Gorrk hadn’t been around for what had happened out there, but from what he’d heard he was glad he wasn’t. The transports landed somewhere in the miles of outlying moisture farms to see if any civilians remained, while a smaller detachment had come to evacuate those in the town itself. Gorrk heard the first frenzied screams as they came in over the police coms. The men at the farms had been ambushed and were losing ground fast. Captain Banai quickly led his men to go help their comrades, but in the end they had to abandon their transports and fall back to hold Arnthout. Fewer faces returned than set out, and that had Gorrk worried. The flash of blaster fire lit up the sky long into the night. Gorrk made it to the police station, the only sturdy building in Arnthout and the pseudo-headquarters for the town during this crisis. It was two floors of dull gray stresscrete with windows around all sides. The civilians and wounded were taking shelter in the basement in case the Tuskens came again, while the Police and volunteer militia were out defending the town, falling back to the station as a last resort. Hopefully, he could make it down to the basement if an attack came... he might carry a gun but he was certainly no warrior. He took a moment to catch his breath while ignoring the sneers of the men and women around him. They’d been doing that since yesterday, when one of the Tusken pickets bottling in the town had taken a potshot at him and hit the transceiver on the roof, knocking out their only line of communication. It wasn’t his fault, not really. He was naturally curious and inspecting such an old transceiver had seemed a great way to keep his mind away from the fact that he could die at any moment. He certainly hadn’t asked for the Tusken to shoot at him while he was up there, but it didn’t seem to matter to them. They were desperate and tired, and Gorrk thought for sure they were going to kill him until he offered his services repairing it. Repairing things ran in his blood, though his true passion lie in creating. Gorrk lacked the vision to be a true inventor, but could often conceptualize more efficient or better ways to utilize a tool which already existed by improving or streamlining its various components. His modified Verpine Shatter-gun was an example of this, taking the small Shatter-gun projectiles and magnetic delivery system and beefing them up to fire many of the projectiles in one shot. The system wasn’t perfect yet, requiring the user to load a new shell bundle with every shot and its range was limited (due to shot-spread), but Gorrk wasn’t much of a fighter anyway. It’s not like he planned on sticking around after he pulled the triggers. “Hey Hamshanks, you gonna get up there or am I gonna need to spit and roast you like I promised?” Gorrk looked up into the sneering visage of Yade Barad over the edge of the Corellian’s long boot knife. It was one thing to hate humans, but quite another to be a connoisseur like Gorrk. To the Ugnaught, there was no fate worse than being stuck within the same space as a Corellian pretty boy, strutting around like he was the Galaxy’s gift to everything. Lieutenant Yade Barad was no different. His hair was long over his green eyes, his face was unshaven with his ‘roguish’ stubble, and he had twin rows of perfectly shaped white teeth… Gorrk had never seen anything more revolting. As the Corellian’s fan club chortled around him, Gorrk decided discretion was the better part of staying healthy and hobbled past as his eye twitched spasmodically. The automatic doors to the police station swished open, greeting the Ugnaught with a rush of cool air as he walked through. The first floor of the building was dedicated to the day-to-day operations a police department. All of the chairs and electronic equipment, except for the Comm Station, had been removed from the building, leaving only several overturned desks to serve as makeshift barricades. Gorrk took the stairs up to the next floor, a sort of town meeting/briefing area that had the look and feel of a classroom. On the board at the far side of the room was drawn a map of the town, complete with marked patrol routes, checkpoints, and withdrawal routes in case of attack. The chairs, singular table and podium had all been stacked into one corner so that the floor was completely bare, save for an extremely worn, cheap carpet. Gorrk took a moment to wipe his porky paws on his apron. Reaching up, he grabbed the rungs of the roof access ladder and began to haul his considerable weight upward. The hatch at the top swished open as he approached and the cruel heat and sunlight assaulted his bare scalp once more. Hauling himself over the lip of the hatch, he sat and caught his breath as the hatch closed with a hiss. The police station was the highest building in Arnthout, and as such commanded a view of the surrounding environs. A disheveled looking policeman sat on the roof with his uniform un-tucked and un-buttoned, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was on spotter duty with a pair of electrobinoculars, scanning the horizon all around the building for threats. He looked askance at Gorrk for a moment, then returned to his task. Gorrk idly wondered how he could have heard him over the constant dull thrum of the building’s air conditioning unit. Shaking off the thought, he stood and set about his task. The transceiver had certainly seen better days, as had most of the equipment sitting on the roof. The hole which was blown through the transceiver portion, however, was not due to entropy. The Ugnaught hobbled over to the beacon, all the while cursing Sand People and their apparent love for shooting at anything that moved. The hole was at his eye level which, he supposed, was what the sandy little fracker had been shooting at in the first place. He grumbled a bit more at the sight of blown out electronics. He was going to need help with this one… Shrugging off his tool pack, Gorrk reached in to the pouch which contained his only friend on this alien world. He needn’t have bothered, for as soon as the pouch was unzipped said ‘friend’ was already orbiting his head and bleeping out obscenities so foul they could almost make even Gorrk blush. Almost… The wrench was quick and precise. It smacked into the side of the foul tempered little remote with the sound of a loud “BINK!” The remote whirled in place a full revolution before cowering behind the busted transceiver, afraid of being ‘binked’ again. Despite the defensive action, it muttered several more curses the Ugnaught’s way. Gorrk and ‘Binks’ had been together for as far back as either cared to remember. Gorrk had originally built him during his tenure in an Ugnaught advanced electronics academy – to help him cheat. Gorrk was never too great on the memorization of pointless information he’d never use, so he didn’t bother. He created a small, binary speaking computer instead; one he could read information into and could later ask it to retrieve that information. During a test, the two communicated through a small tapping device, in binary. Gorrk achieved his degree with minimal work, which was just fine by him. Over the years Gorrk found he had many more uses for his academic helper and slowly upgraded him piece by piece into his current form. Over the many decades the two had endured together, Gorrk had never given Binks a memory wipe – which, in a way, made the remote’s foul mood his own fault. <”Quiet, or you’ll be getting a memory wipe!”> spoke Gorrk in Ugnaught, spittle flying from his lips. <”If you weren’t such a disagreeable little bastard, I never would have had to put you in there in the first place.”> Binks made several angry beeps. <”Don’t you dare bring my mother into this!”> The remote popped out of hiding to blow a raspberry at him before ducking back down. Gorrk sighed, quickly tiring of its game. <“You are either going to help me fix this transceiver or I’m going to make you into the new transceiver. Is that clear?”> No response. His meaty paws tightened around his wrench. <“Binks, I’m going to count to five: One—“> Binks suddenly popped up, squealing apologies. The Ugnaught resisted the near overwhelming urge to hit it with his wrench anyways. Some days… <”Alright,”> he began, <”I need you to scan this and draw up a schematic. While you do that, I’m going to make sure no one’s around to shoot at us again.”> Looking up, he saw the policeman regarding him with interest as he spoke his home language. The policeman removed his gaze when noticed, and returned his eyes to the landscape. Gorrk scowled at his back, and hobbled over to the waist-high (to him) concrete lip that surrounded the roof’s entire perimeter. Looking out at the small strip of buildings, it was hard to believe it a town at all. Since most of the population took residence in the many outlying moisture farms, the town was mainly a place for their many families to gather or resupply. There were several small businesses which lined the wide main street: a mechanic, a market, a hardware store, the small town hall, an inn, and several other buildings Gorrk was sure were homes. He’d been itching to see what had been left behind in the mechanics shop and hardware store, but with so many police around it looked like he’d never get the chance. The Jawas had probably looted it all by now anyway. Gorrk moved his gaze to the southern part of town the creatures had taken as their own. Twenty to thirty Jawas arrived on a skiff so badly shot-up its repulsorlift drive gave out right as they reached the edge of town. They quickly took fusion cutters to it and dragged the parts into town, moving into several buildings and kicking anyone in their way out onto the street with frenetic energy. The police and civilians alike watched in bemusement as the skiff was gutted and fortifications were erected around these buildings, complete with blaster turrets on the roof and durasteel reinforced hardpoints. The Jawas had rolled into town and in less than six hours built themselves a fortress. Out of all the things the Ugnaught had expected to find on this alien world, a kindred spirit hadn’t been among them; certainly not an entire society of kindred spirits. They were rude, noisy, industrious, and thought outside the box… he had never met a more likeable species. He returned to find Binks once again humming an infuriatingly repetitive tune through his binary voice modulator, and gestured for him to display the results of the scan. Binks complied, a blue light issuing forth from the holographic projector to reveal a detailed schematic of the transceiver and its internal components. One look at the damaged section and Gorrk groaned. A part of the internal circuitry had been melted by whatever energy envelope surrounded the Tusken projectiles. Binks could only postulate on several outcomes given the input/output levels of the surrounding circuitry. One of those possibilities had Gorrk wincing. If there had been a chip in that area… Deciding not to dwell on what he couldn’t fix, Gorrk concentrated on Binks’ other three scenarios, throwing one out instantly, as he didn’t have any spare resistors anyway. The third scenario was straightforward, but Gorrk had a niggling doubt and over the years he had learned to trust his instincts. So, it was resistors that regulated the impedance on the board… but he didn’t have any more. Gorrk sighed as he looked at the second plan; it was time to measure wire again. Luckily, Binks wasn’t just around to be infuriating. The remote had already calculated the exact amount of wire he’d need to reach the proper level of impedance. It might not be the most beautiful repair work, but at the very least they should be able to transmit and receive a relatively clear audio signal out of it. He busied himself measuring out a length of spooled copper wire and became absorbed in his work. The heat of the sun seemed to disappear as his fingers diligently worked. Wires stripped, connections soldered, and the new schematic came together in the form of a new patchwork transceiver. So absorbed in the work was he, that he didn’t notice the officer on spotter duty walking over until the man’s shadow covered him. Startled, he looked up to see nothing but a dark silhouette. The dark figure quickly raised both hands in a placating gesture and dropped to sit across from Gorrk, temporarily blinding him with the light of the twin suns he had been blocking. Gorrk cursed under his breath, blinking away the spots in his eyes. “Sorry,” the human said, nervously wiping his hands on his pants. The voice didn’t sound right to Gorrk; a little too high pitch. He grunted in response to the man’s apology and went back to his task. The human remained, fidgeting as if he wanted to communicate but didn’t quite know how. Gorrk wasn’t going to make it easy on him and ignored his presence completely. “Listen… Gorrk, isn’t it? I’m really sorry about Yade and his friends. They shouldn’t have said those things to you yesterday.” Gorrk nearly dropped his soldering iron in surprise. Was that actual concern from a human? He took another look at his strange visitor, seeing ‘him’ for the first time. He had been wrong in his initial assessment: the officer was not a male human, but female. He had never been good at determining alien genders. Actually, from the sharpness of the woman’s facial features, he supposed near-human would be a more apt description of her race. Her short hair was a washed out amber color and her eyes a warm gold. She was slender and wore her uniform open, exposing her richly tanned skin and the dark undergarment which held her breasts in place. She was sweating in the desert sun, and Gorrk figured that if he were a human male he would find the sight of her quite appealing. As it was, he found it all pretty gross. Still, she was trying to be polite to him – something few humans had ever ventured. He wasn’t going to return her kindness with rudeness; it wasn’t the Ugnaught way. “Yeah, ‘ahm Gorrk,” he replied gruffly. His Basic was rough, learned during his stint as a cargo hauler. “Thank ya’ kindly, but it don’t bother me none.” She smiled at him, showing off her perfect white teeth. Gorrk’s eye twitched. “I’m glad. He makes me so mad sometimes I could strangle him. But, still… he’s only posturing. I know that doesn’t make it any better but,” she sighed, “try not to take it personally, alright?” Gorrk’s left eye twitched again. The human was nice to him, yet defended the human who wasn’t in the same breath she used to condemn his actions. Perhaps human females are as vexing as the males are infuriating. He grunted in response, truthfully not knowing how else to respond, and returned to his work, ignoring her once again. Several moments passed while Gorrk soldered the last few wires into place. He finally put the iron down and wiped the accumulated sweat from his brow. Now all he needed to do was put the protective chassis back on and he could go back inside into the cool air. He looked around for his hydrospanner… “Here,” came the soft voice of his companion as she held the tool out for him to take. Slowly, he plucked it from her grasp. Gorrk gave the woman calculating look, coming off slightly menacing the way he was forced to squint in the sun and the annoyed tick in his eye. “My name’s Alexia, by the way. If you need something while we’re stuck here just let me know, okay?” Gorrk nodded to her abruptly, oddly touched by her kindness. Turning back to his work, he quickly finished and collected his tools. Now all that remained was going inside to test the connection. Alexia stood upon seeing the work complete, and offered Gorrk a hand up. The Ugnaught refused, preferring to stand on his own and stretch his back, but he nodded to her in thanks anyway. Old bones creaked and popped as he rose. Twisting his spine from side to side he leaned backward… A yellow streak flashed in front of his face. It burned his nose and left the crisp taste of charged ions in its wake. Time seemed to slow as he reached to touch the stinging tip of his nose. Blood dripped from it to land on his open palm. His head turned with agonizing slowness to meet the surprised golden eyes of Alexia, who seemed frozen in mid-motion. Together they looked down at the dark hole in the middle of her chest, which sizzled and smoked for several long seconds before oozing blood, then gushed in a torrent. She opened her mouth, but no sound issued forth. Off in the distance, the report of a cycler rifle shattered the silence. As Alexia fell to the ground, Gorrk heard the screaming begin below him. After her lifeless golden eyes met his, he realized he was screaming too. Gorrk ran to the hatch leading to the second floor and practically threw himself down the ladder. As slowly as time had been moving a moment ago, now it seemed entirely too fast. He fell off the last rung of the ladder in his haste, and felt his teeth pinch painfully into his tongue at the jarring impact. It didn’t slow him down. He bolted into a corner of the room and covered his head with his arms as the sound of weapon fire filled his ears. “Alexia!” Feet pounded up the stairs. “Alexia!” The footsteps stopped at the top of the stairs. Gorrk had a horrible feeling that the person was staring right at him. “You...” Gorrk was suddenly yanked to his feet by the front of his robes to meet the furious visage of Yade Barad. He was still far too deep within his own shock to struggle against the much larger and stronger man. “Where is she?” The human shook him violently. “She was with you! Where is Alexia?” Though Gorrk’s mouth was too dry to form words, something in his eyes must have told Barad all he needed to know. “She’s dead, isn’t she?” The Corellian threw him against the wall, and then struck the side of his face. The Ugnaught fell to the ground as his cheek exploded in pain. Barad pulled his blaster, pointing it at Gorrk’s head. “She’s dead… and you let her die.” As if it hadn’t been enough to be stranded here on this dustball of a planet, to be ridiculed for his appearance, and to be blamed for the Tuskens destroying their only communications; now he was being blamed for a death he had no part in. He was sick of it; sick of bickering, sick of getting shot at, and sick of dealing with Yade-fracking-Barad. His shatter-gun was pointed at the man’s head before he even realized it was in his hands. The two stared at each other over their weapons, shaking and breathless as the sounds of battle raged outside. Gorrk’s fingers tightened on the triggers of his weapon. A nearby explosion shook the building. “Yade!” Footsteps pounded up the stairs toward them, and a man arrived behind Gorrk. “What the kark are you two doing?” he asked breathlessly. Yade tensed his arm and trigger finger… before relaxing and dropping it to his side. Gorrk released the breath he had been holding and took his fingers off his triggers. “What the hell is wrong with you two?” Gorrk stood up and brushed himself off, looking up to the new arrival. His uniform had blood on it that wasn’t his own, and one of the lenses of his spectacles was cracked. “We’re getting killed out there!” Yade’s mannerisms shifted instantly, masking his emotions and becoming alert and attentive. “What’s our situation?” “We’ve been overrun on our north side and the Captain is MIA. The Jawas are holding their side of town, for now, and we’re holding our inner perimeter, but we’re pinned down on all sides. Sir, you’re our lieutenant and acting CO… we need you out there.” Barad nodded as another explosion made the walls around them shudder. Gorrk reached back to re-holster his weapon, but was halted as a hand firmly grasped his shoulder. “Gather a few men, Sergeant. Hamshanks and I are going after the captain.” The policeman saluted, “Sir!” and was off. Gorrk stared up at the Corellian as though he had lost his mind… not even Binks was neurotic enough to suggest he— Binks! Gorrk brushed off the man’s hand and scrambled up the ladder. The hatch opened, and the little remote sped into the room, hurling obscenities at his creator. Gorrk climbed down, relieved his friend was alright. His relief didn’t last very long. BINK! <”Shut up already!”> “If you’re quite done playing with your toy,” the Corellian deadpanned as he grabbed the back of his collar and drug him along, “then we really do need to get out there.” “Yer’ kiddin’ me, right? I ain’t no fighter!” the Ugnaught pleaded as he was dragged down the stairs. “Lucky for you then… you’ve just been deputized. Besides, you sure looked like a fighter a minute ago,” replied the man, a vindictive gleam in his eyes. “Maybe you couldn’t save her…” He stopped and shook his head. “No, it doesn’t matter now. You’re coming with me, and we’re going to save the captain.” He looked down at Gorrk, his facial muscles tightly controlled. “Is that clear?” Gorrk nodded apprehensively. It really was a lose-lose-lose situation no matter how he looked at it. His nerves were shot and his knees were trembling. They came to the door and it opened with a hiss, letting in the heat and sounds of the frantic battle outside. “Sir!” called a voice to their left as soon as they stepped into the warzone. It was Trell, crouched next to a wounded officer and using his blaster to fire at some very visible Tuskens just down the street. Gorrk felt a hand push him to the ground as Yade pulled his holstered blaster and began firing as well. “Our perimeter is collapsing. Tuskens are using Bantha-cavalry to break through our hard points. The Jawas were shooting them up pretty bad, but now they’re shifting around them.” Two blaster bolts splashed into the walls near them, causing Yade to curse and lower his profile even further. “So there’s no one we can spare right now?” “Sir, there aren’t even enough people to get the wounded extracted! Most of our guys aren’t ex-military like us… they’re falling apart out there.” Gorrk took a moment to check on the wounded man beside him, finding him still. Gorrk hoped he was just unconscious, but the cauterized hole in the lower right side of his ribs didn’t look good. “All right, give the fallback order. As the lines collapse, Hamshanks and I will try to slip through the enemy advance. If the captain’s alive—” a blaster bolt struck over their heads and both men sat up to return surprisingly accurate fire, “—we’ll link up and see if we can’t hit them from behind.” “Just like at the transports?” Yade nodded. “Just like at the transports.” Trell pulled out his short-range comm. “Jhin-Oh, this is Sergeant Trell. Report in – over.” /“This is Jhin-Oh. We’ve got wounded up here and it’s getting’ too damn hot. We need immediate fallback – over.”/ “Rodge’ Jhin-Oh, fallback – over. Dusty, report in – over.” Static met his voice. “Dusty, report in – over!” Still no response. “Damn it! Jhin-Oh, watch your flank! Dusty may be—” /“Yo boss, Dusty reporting. Ahm’ not dead yet, yeah? Little busy though, pardon me a sec…”/ The sound of a blaster rifle silenced a Tusken battle cry. /“We’re having a rough time here.”/ “Did you get visual confirmation on the captain’s position? Over.” /“There was still some shooting up there a couple minutes ago. I guess our ol’ cap’n has a lot more fight in him than we gave him credit for, yeah?”/ “Confirmed Dusty. Link up with the squads in your area and fallback. And, next time answer your kriffing comm. – over.” /“Whatever you say boss…”/ Out of the corner of his eye, Gorrk saw several men moving in a lateral formation down the street. They were firing into the building they exited as they pulled out in several waves. Suddenly, Gorrk found himself being hauled to his feet. “Come on!” Yade shouted as he ran across the street to where the group was withdrawing, the stragglers carrying the wounded on their backs. He tried to keep up, but the tightness in his right leg made his run appear more a slow yet painful gallop. Yade was far ahead of him and firing when an Ongree officer pulled out of the building. Yade reached out a hand to halt him. “Jhin-oh! Give Hamshanks an’ me some cover, now!” Jhin-oh responded immediately, spinning around and firing rapidly into the building from which he had just emerged. Gorrk reached Yade out of breath and exhausted, but was immediately pulled along by the man’s grip toward the very building Jhin-Oh was firing into. “Hurry up!” Yade scolded, all but throwing him inside. Gorrk toppled over his own feet, almost landing on his face. He scowled at Yade but realized the man was furiously firing his weapon down a hallway from behind a kicked over table. Weapons fire was taking out large chunks of it. The cover wouldn’t last long. “What are you waiting for? Go!” The human yelled. It was then he realized that there were stairs to his left. Gorrk nodded, feeling foolish. He hobbled up them, trying to make good time. His eyes darted to and fro, as if the shadows themselves would take his life at any moment. A door sucked shut behind him and he leapt up the last step. He whirled around with shaking hands, pointing his weapon at a sweating and out of breath Yade Barad. The man quickly pushed a few buttons and the door locked behind him. He could hear the angry war cries of the Tuskens pounding on the other side. Gorrk fell to his knees in momentary relief. “Get up,” scolded Yade. “This isn’t the time or place for resting. We’ve got to move.” The man put his back flush against a wall and peered out a window, presenting as little of himself as possible. “There’s a chance we can move building-to-building if we can get on the roof… but it’s risky. We’ll be exposed and vulnerable.” “Yer’ out of yer’ mind… I can’t jump no rooftops.” Gorrk replied. “’Specially not while my ass is getting’ shot at!” “With any luck, you won’t have to.” “Whaddya’ mean?” “This is the town hall. There’s an old weather sensor on the roof.” He thumbed at his nose while he watched outside the window. “You’re going to cut it down.” “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.” The human looked at him with a grin. “And that’s why it’s going to work.” Gorrk sighed and pulled himself to his feet. Binks, who had been orbiting him the entire time, was grabbed with a squawk and shoved into his carrying pouch. “Where’s the roof access?” “Now you’re talking.” The two moved cautiously through the upper floor, coming eventually to yet another ladder leading up to a hatch. They ascended once more into the hot desert sun. Yade motioned for him to keep low. Gorrk, given his stature, complied with little difficulty. The two made their way to the sensor, which was mounted on a metal tower right where they needed it to be. Gorrk grumbled as he pulled out his fusion cutter, “just how far in advance d’ ya’ you plan for these things anyways?" The Corellian gave him a bit of a grin, but his eyes remained all business. “What plan? I’m making this up as I go along.” “Humans…” the Ugnaught sighed disparagingly as he fired up his fusion cutter to begin his task. It didn’t take long. The fusion cutter went right through two of the tower’s legs in quick succession. Yade balanced it in one hand so it did not fall prematurely. “Alright, get ready to haul ass once you make this final cut…” Gorrk nodded, rising into a squat to facilitate a faster response. As soon as he began the final cut, Yade started pushing the structure away from them, causing it to fall with an extremely loud crash. Yade was already halfway across the shifting metal structure before Gorrk even had a leg on it. “Come on!” Fire erupted from the ground, peppering the walls of both buildings as the human dashed across. Gorrk hauled himself onto the framework and limped unsteadily atop it. As he reached the edge and looked down at the Tuskens taking aim from below, he knew he was going to die. “Go on… I got this,” came a voice from behind. Gorrk jumped and looked back. A tall man with dark hair and a beard stood behind him, carrying a large rifle. He was dressed in a dirty and wrinkled police uniform, un-tucked and open, that showed the white undershirt beneath. “Go on now,” he repeated gently, almost lazily. “Don’t want to be keeping Mr. Barad waitin’, yeah?” He moved to the edge of the roof joining Yade in firing on the Tuskens below. His confidence somewhat restored by the man’s lackadaisical attitude, Gorrk managed to cross the makeshift bridge while the two men kept the Tuskens pinned. He landed on the other side, his legs giving out as he watched Yade push a fresh cartridge into his blaster, pocketing the old one. “Yo! If it’s not too much trouble, could I get a spot of help?” Yade looked back over the brief ledge, before taking cover again. “Yeah Dusty, we’ve got you on the count of five. Your count!” the Corellian shouted back. Then he looked to Gorrk. “Alright Hamshanks, when he hits five, I want you to show me that stovepipe on your back isn’t just for show!” “One…” “I ain’t never tested it on organics. I dunno how good it’s gonna work…” “Two…” “You make it sound like you made it yourself.” “Three…” “I did.” “Four…” “Well then… no time like the present!” “Five!” “Showtime!” Yade and Gorrk popped up, both with weapon in hand. Gorrk sighted in a group of four Tuskens and pulled one of his triggers. A soft whirring noise filled his ears as the entire group was torn limb from limb. Gorrk didn’t notice as several blaster bolts splashed into the wall near him. He pointed his weapon at the next group and pulled his other trigger, catching the two in a hail of death. He dropped back into cover, breaching his weapon and unloading the spent cartridges. It was only after he had reloaded that he looked up that he saw both humans openly staring at him. “You made that thing?” asked Yade, incredulously. “Well damn… looks like our Ugnaught’s got teeth after all. How ya’ like that?” said the lazy sounding man called Dusty. He slung his rifle down from his shoulder and braced it against his hip. “Alright boys, there’ll be time later to trade war stories. Let’s not keep our Captain waitin’, yeah?” Gorrk nodded, his heart feeling strangely light in the midst of all this death. He scrambled to his feet and gripped his gun more tightly. The three stayed low as they made their way to the other side of the roof; toward the sounds of battle. Crawling the last distance on their bellies, the three surveyed the scene before them. The Captain and his men were pinned down in a building across the street, firing blindly out as the Tuskens pounded their shelter with small arms fire. The front wall of the building had already collapsed outward, creating a pseudo-ramp of debris leading up to the second floor. The Tuskens were trying to scale the rubble to get into the structure, but more often than not would lose their footing or get shot, tumbling back down. They stopped that tactic after a few tries, preferring to take potshots from further away. Gorrk had the feeling the Tuskens knew their prey was getting desperate and running low on ammunition. “So what’s our plan Lieutenant?” Yade looked at Dusty, considering. “Depends on how good you are with that rifle of yours.” Dusty looked thoughtful for a moment, resting a finger against his unshaven chin. “Good enough I reckon. Enough t’ play tag with Sand Kiddies, ahm’ sure.” The Corellian nodded. “Then you stay here and wait until we start shooting. Hamshanks, you’re with me.” Gorrk didn’t bat an eye at his semi-official call sign and moved down to the back of the building with Yade. The Corellian was looking around and making sure the coast was clear before he turned to the Ugnaught in a low crouch. “Alright, there’s no roof access here. We’re going to have to drop.” “But we’re two stinkin’ floors up!” the Ugnaught replied in a harsh whisper. “It’s sand, you big baby. How bad can it hurt?” Gorrk’s eye twitched as the Corellian gestured for him to join him on the ledge. He did. “We’ll jump together, okay? On the count of three… Three!” The Corellian jumped at the same time he nudged Gorrk off the roof and into freefall. The two hit the ground with muffled thuds and groaned. Apparently, Yade had forgotten that permanent structures needed to be built on bedrock since sand was wont to shift. The two men rose to their feet again, Gorrk massaging his right leg and Yade his rear. The Ugnaught’s eye twitched rapidly as he scowled at the Corellian, who returned his look with a grin and shrug. The human cocked his head to the side and walked slowly in between two buildings, Gorrk right behind him. Reaching the end of the alley, he took a peek at the enemy position before popping back in. “Alright, this is close to the enemy. I need you to stay here and wait for me to start shooting. When I do, aim that shredder cannon of yours at the largest clumps of enemies and let loose, okay? “Wait, you’re leaving me here?” he asked apprehensively. Suddenly his fear was back two-fold. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be taking most of the heat. You’re just going to pop out and fire a couple of times, okay? Besides, Dusty is right over your shoulder with his rifle. You’ll be right in between us.” Gorrk nodded and watched with apprehension as Yade vanished around a corner. He turned back toward the battle, listening to the sounds as it raged around him. It was only a few moments before he heard the sound of blaster fire somewhere to his left. Gorrk peered around the corner to see several Tuskens fall from a surprise attack to their rear. A rifle went off to his right, taking out a Tusken running towards cover, then another running towards Yade. Gorrk saw his opportunity, a group of six Tuskens taking cover with their backs to him. He took aim, and fired. The projectiles took five of the six Tuskens instantly, but only wounded the sixth. Gorrk found his second target, a group of four, and took them all with his second shot. It was almost too late when he realized the Tusken he had wounded was now running toward him. Gorrk breached his weapon quickly, the spent casings auto-ejecting onto the ground. He fumbled in his pockets for another round, but in his fear could not hold onto them. The Tusken closed, spitting a stream of blood into his face and stabbing into his left shoulder with his gaderffii. Gorrk screamed, dropping his gun and falling backward. The Tusken wasted no time and leapt on him, gaderffii ready to impale him for a killing blow. Gorrk did the only thing he could and rolled out of the way. Frantically searching his pockets for anything he could use against his assailant. His hand closed around his ion blaster, which he instantly drew and opened fire, over and over again. The raider flinched from every impact but wouldn’t go down, instead protecting his face with his arms. A red bolt sailed over Gorrk and into the Tusken Raider, ceasing his life before he even struck the ground. Gorrk dropped his gun and collapsed backwards, trying to control his frenetic breathing. Yade walked up with a slow gait, standing over him as the Ugnaught regained control of himself. “You alright?” he asked. Gorrk, still too shaken and out of breath, did not respond. Yade leaned in to check him over, noting the shoulder wound. “Yeah, you’ll live.” “Ah, I see he made it. I was a lil’ worried when I missed that guy,” said Dusty as he sauntered into the alley. “Come on. If you can walk, I think we should meet up with the Cap’n, yeah?” Yade nodded looking down at Gorrk. “Alright Hamshanks, up with you.” The human pulled him to his feet and dusted his shoulders off. “We need to get the Captain and his squad out of there before the rest of the Tuskens realize we managed to get behind them.” Gorrk numbly collected his things and reloaded his weapon. The other two officers had already walked into the street and were cautiously inching their way across. Gorrk dazedly walked out behind them, approaching the two officers emerging from the house they had taken shelter in. As he walked into the middle of the street, the strangest sensation came over him. He stopped and looked down the street, to where the battle was still being waged by Jawas and police. His eyes locked on the figure of a Tusken, riding tall upon his bantha. Time seemed to stretch. The raider was bedecked in feathers and a pelt, and adorned with trophies. He lifted a vicious looking gaderffii above his head as his massive bantha stood on its hind legs and roared. Gorrk watched the magnificent sight, and did not blink when the warrior looked straight at him. The bantha’s feet touched back onto the ground, and the Tusken force seemed to part around him, withdrawing. For a brief moment, Gorrk swore the warrior acknowledged him with a nod as he turned his beast away and loped down the street. The Ugnaught couldn’t believe it. Were they retreating, right as they had them on the cusp of defeat? A sudden roar shattered the Jawa fortress into a thousand pieces. The blast ripped through the two buildings next to it, flattening and blowing them off their foundations and shifting their structures into the buildings beside them. Debris and bodies flew high into the air, and dust blotted out the twin suns. Three buildings on the opposite side of the street lost structural integrity the instant the shockwave rippled through their frames, causing their exterior walls to crumble and the buildings to fall, leaving the ballistic wreckage to crush whatever remained. The police station took a hit from a large chunk of debris, smashing a corner of the stresscrete structure and causing the roof to partially collapse. Gorrk watched with wide eyes as the shockwave approached him in a giant wave of sand and dust. He covered his face with his hands at the last second and closed his eyes, but was blown off his feet and thrown several meters, landing on his back at the edge of town. Stricken with dizziness, vision fuzzy, and ears deafened, Gorrk’s last thought before consciousness fled him was that he really hated Corellians.
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 1/28 10:12pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	GM Approved Name: ME-L7 (goes by Mel) Species: Droid Gender: Male Age: 1 Appearance: Mel is a top-of-the-line ME Combat droid, a newly created model by GalactiDroid Architecture. He stands at approximately seven feet in height and weighs about six hundred pounds. His interior robotics are covered by a thick, shiny steel plating, and his body was made to resemble a human's, sans flesh. His head is a simple dome that rotates whenever he wishes to shift his vision, his eyes two glowing white lights and a small audio device located where a mouth would be. Mel is a step forward in droid engineering in that he is able to move fluidly, with the ability to bend his arms and legs without mechanical failure, therefore he can walk and behave like a normal being. He also wears normal galactic clothing to help blend with crowds. Homeworld: Coruscant Weapons: E-11b blaster rifle, DC-15x sniper rifle, 434 "DeathHammer" blaster pistol, three Class-A thermal detonators, and an assortment of pressure, flash, and concussion bombs, all of which were given to him by Governor Valarian of Tatooine from a private collection. Profession: Bodyguard Languages: Basic and most common galactic languages Alignments: Governor Valarian of Tatooine Biography: Manufactured by GalactiDroid Architecture on Coruscant, ME-L7, more commonly known as Mel, was directly purchased by Governor Valarian of Tatooine to be her personal bodyguard. As time passed, Mel began to develop a nearly obsessive liking of explosions, for he had seen them occur many times on Holovids, and saw one in actuality for his first time when he used a thermal detonator on an isolated gas chamber. After that, he became mesmerized, much to the dismay of Valarian. Also, Mel suffers from a strange mental glitch in his system, and he is adamant that the entire galaxy is a conspiracy from an outside force. He believes that every move he makes is being written by a superior and anonymous being in another dimension that he simply refers to as "The Herald." These quirks often irritate Valarian, which sometimes leads to Mel being physically abused by her, though it's usually nothing more than a slap on his domed head. Otherwise, he behaves normally, though is not very talkative with people he doesn't know, fortunately for them. -----signature----- All too easy.
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/29 6:38am Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	[b]OOC: Amazing post Shinrai! Sentinel: When you say "sans-flesh," do you mean that the metal casing is meant to be humanoid, or that the metal casing is meant to look like a humanoid skeleton? -----signature----- The Clone Wars is OT quality good. Really. Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - Looking for a few good replacements...see profile for info. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 1/29 8:25am Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	BobaMatt posted: [b]OOC: Amazing post Shinrai! Sentinel: When you say "sans-flesh," do you mean that the metal casing is meant to be humanoid, or that the metal casing is meant to look like a humanoid skeleton? As far as we discussed, I believe he just meant it looked human/humanoid in shape but that it just didn't have flesh. If I'm mistaken, please speak up, Sentinel. -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1 Give me Gryph-erty or give me death!
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Sinrebirth Title: EU Senate Chancellor Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 1/29 9:21am Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Aden Kya, Gamble hallway Letting Sinya and Jasen head off, Aden wandered back to the lounge, so Li would have someone to toddle around in. As he arrived, he saw Arca, and curved his lips into a smile. Before he could talk, however, he heard the bulletin. “Attention all passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We are now departing Mos Eisley Spaceport enroute for our destination, the settlement of Arnthout. Our ETA will be 15 minutes. Be prepared for this people. We might not get a second chance.” Pursing his lips, preparing to talk, but wanting to make his own preparations, Aden paused. "We'll have to speak later. But, remember, I know what you are." He quickly held up a hand, which Li, still in his hands, grabbed and started chewing on as ever. Aden chuckled. "But don't worry. I'm not going to expose you. But, if you have anything which will weigh you down, I suggest you leave it in my room. I'm leaving Li there, and you haven't been assigned quarters. I trust you to save us, after all." Aden had guessed the lightsaber was broken, or something, as Jedi loved to produce it at a moments trouble. Earlier, in the motel, he hadn't, so Aden assumed it wasn't functioning, or he didn't have one. They often gave you away, Aden had found that coming into Customs. Taking a breath, he turned, not checking whether Arca had followed him. He opened the door, and placed Li down. He crouched down, holding his finger out, and making sure Li didn't grab it. "Stay in here. No matter what, don't leave, okay?" "Yes sir." The child looked terrified, temporarily, and then seemed to recover. Someone had said that to him before. "Good boy. Sleep tight." Aden stood, and checked his holdout blaster, beneath his right armpit. He would have liked to put on his Imperial Knight armour, sealed in his duffel and padlocked with a code and underneath his bed, but it wouldn't help much. So, Aden left it at that, and nodded to himself. TAG: Sarge221 -----signature----- Sey's Sinre The First Canon Apologist! The Missing Chapters of LotF: Invincible http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28933751&brd=10477&replies=10 Chapter 2.5 is up now! Featuring Wedge, Dician, Niathal, Daala, Valin and Syal!
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/29 9:57am Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Millik Arca (Arc Naru) Fool's Gamble, Lounge "We'll have to speak later. But, remember, I know what you are." Millik didn't make any movement that Aden could see, seeming to fake it and pretending that he was using those fifteen minutes for a nap. However, beneath his closed lids, Millik's eyes moved in the direction where he heard the annoying voice that made him want to pull out his blaster and shoot the owner right then and there. Apparently, Aden did figure out what he was after that encounter with the Gamorreans. "But don't worry. I'm not going to expose you. But, if you have anything which will weigh you down, I suggest you leave it in my room. I'm leaving Li there, and you haven't been assigned quarters. I trust you to save us, after all." Millik waited a moment, listening to Aden's footsteps. It was only then that his eyes finally opened, a frown appearing on his face. Slowly, Millik planted his feet back onto the floor and stood back up on his feet, one hand curling into a fist and he used it to tap against his holstered blaster, fighting against the sudden urge to unholster it and shoot Aden in the back. Forcing his hand to relax - but still hovering close to his blaster - Millik walked where Aden was, debating on whether he should rethink about using the Force or not for this little upcoming "talk". Nah, with fifteen minutes left until they got to Arnthout, Millik didn't think that there would be too much trouble. Course, that was all up to Aden. TAG: Sinrebirth -----signature----- "Oh crap! Who opened The Butcher door!?" -Random Diablo Player, moments before his head meets the cleaver. Remember folks, people die if they are killed!
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 1/30 7:39pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	OOC: I'll give you all at least one more day to post before I move us on to Arnthout, so just give you all a heads up. -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1 Give me Gryph-erty or give me death!
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 1/30 8:49pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	OOC: R_Zion posted: BobaMatt posted: [b]OOC: Amazing post Shinrai! Sentinel: When you say "sans-flesh," do you mean that the metal casing is meant to be humanoid, or that the metal casing is meant to look like a humanoid skeleton? As far as we discussed, I believe he just meant it looked human/humanoid in shape but that it just didn't have flesh. If I'm mistaken, please speak up, Sentinel. That is correct. -----signature----- All too easy.
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 1/31 6:18pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Captain Jav Boran Bridge- Fool’s Gamble “—one hear me? This is---<bzzt>geant Trell of the Mos En---<bzzt>lice detachment in Arnthout <bzzt>-- requesting immediate evac. Please respo—“ That was the brief snippet of transmission that managed to play over the bridge comm. system from a wide-range general broadcast they had received as they reached the two minute mark ‘til their arrival at the settlement before it had dropped. Glancing towards Kraid, the Captain smiled weakly. “Well, at least we know someone out there is arrive.” Jav looked back to the console and flipped the shipwide comm, sending out a general broadcast across the ship. “Two minutes ‘til arrival in Arnthout. Jasen, Sinya, Vitch, Zem and Erik, please report to the cargo bay immediately, primed and ready to go.” TAG: Zem, Sinya, Jasen -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1 Give me Gryph-erty or give me death!
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MoonlightsAngel Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 1/31 8:45pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: Ryelee Hadrian Bridge. “Well, thank you very kriffing much for the vote of confidence.” muttered the boy, annoyed. He forgot about it very soon though, as they came nearer and nearer to Arnouth. The tiny little town was raided by Tuskens… what good, or even acceptable thing could come from that? Stupid aliens and their stupid quarrels. Rye looked from the Kraid to the Captain and back, being completely ignored. Truth be told, this didn’t bother him in the slightest bit, au contraire, it gave him time to think. He frowned slightly, looking back at the controls thoughtfully. He had a horrible feeling about this. ‘Kriff, paranoid much?’ thought the blond, shifting in his chair. “Two minutes ‘til arrival in Arnthout. Jasen, Sinya, Vitch, Zem and Erik, please report to the cargo bay immediately, primed and ready to go.” Silently, Ryelee reached forward, taking the headset and strapping it to his head safely, cracking his fingers nervously. “Well, no turning back now.” He stated to himself, the ever present cheeky gaze leaving his eyes as he checked to make sure all the comms and systems were in perfect working order, if only to ease his paranoid mind. Tag: Bridge. --------------- IC: Azul Hadrian Fool’s Gamble. Azul looked around the room she shared with her crew mates for the fifth billionth time. The terracotta pot sat safely by her bed, the flower on it, although it hadn’t bloomed yet, gave off a sweet, soothing scent. With a sigh, she walked out and headed for the Galley, her holstered blaster a reassuring weight on her side. The long skirt and lose shirt had been replaced with cargo pants and a brown tank top, her hair up in a ponytail. ‘It’s been too long’ The young woman thought nervously. Azul walked into the Galley, finding a glass and filling it to the brim with water, drinking it in small, thoughtful sips as she leaned against a counter, ignoring everyone else in the room. “Two minutes ‘til arrival in Arnthout. Jasen, Sinya, Vitch, Zem and Erik, please report to the cargo bay immediately, primed and ready to go.” Azul looked up at Sinya and smiled faintly. “Well, good luck.” she said sincerely “Bring them back in one piece.” she added with a wink. Tag: Anyone -----signature----- Teddies don't hug back, but sometimes they're all you got. You've got the emotional range of a Teaspoon- Hermione Granger He can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo if he wants to- Fred Weasly talking about The Dark Lord † Santiago † †A
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sprintabm Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 1/31 9:34pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	Kraid Tynne "You know that kriffing annoys me," Kraid let out, "every single time you're going into a situation to pick up someone they have a so-called bad comm. I swear they're turning that thing on and off to make you think they're in dire need of help. Ticks me off." With that, Kraid set the bridge headsets to hot mike. Whoever was on the bridge or in the gun turrets could speak to each other without having to key their comms. Kraid's tone suddenly sounded a bit more professional and calm but with a hint of excitement. "Hot mike, check, Rylee, Wyl, S2, we can now hear and talk to each other easier. Two minutes out. Standby..." Kraid flipped a dangerous looking switch on the console between him and the Captain. "Master Arm: ARMED. Alright Wyl and S2, that means you can blast whatever the kriff you want out there, just make sure it shoots at us first before you shoot at it. But if it looks like a Tusken, shoot anyway. "Rylee, ready yourself with the tactical displays, you're my second set of eyes. Anything that looks weird coming at us you jam the stars out of it. Listen to the comms for anything funny. You know what, Rylee, go ahead, direct main lighting power into the shields, everyone can survive on emergency lights but not on insufficient shields." Kraid looked at the Captain. "Alright Cap'n, and the rest of you, I'm gonna set her down hard and fast, let you out, and get back up quick. I'll take an orbit around the city, altitude dictated by how much resistance we meet. If it's small arms fire we'll fly around and strafe the heck out of them. If they unleash cannons or missiles we'll have to do some more drastic attack runs. Call us where you need an air strike." TAG: bridge, turrets
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 2/1 12:27pm Subject: RE: Legacy: "Fool's Gamble"
	IC: S2-56G and Captain Jav Boran Fool’s Gamble “S2-56G, ready and standing by,” came the droid’s voice over the comm. as Kraid prepared them for their upcoming arrival. Despite the two minute warning, it didn’t seem to take long before Arnthout came up on sensors and, soon after, visually through the main viewport, a great cloud of smoke and dust rising up from it. By all estimations, the city was arranged north to south, while they were coming in from south-east. On the southern edge of the town, a great rabble had come together that, as they approached, revealed itself to be the Tusken raiding party. Arnthout seemed to be in a great state of ruin at this point with nearly a third of its building demolished, most of those being on the south end of town. One building in particular towards the southern end seemed to be the source of the great cloud they had seen on approach, spewing smoke the collapsed structure. The area around the settlement was a sea of sandy flats with what could have once been Moisture farms lying to its south, south-west and –east, some of which they had picked up on their approach. Aware of the ship’s approach, several of the Tusken sharpshooters took up positions and attempted to fire at the ship, the pings of projectiles sounding on the hull like tiny stones flying up to assaulting them. “Looks like its going to be too dangerous to attempt a landing on the south and there’s no area of cover except for the buildings themselves, so we’re probably going to have to perform the drop-off on the far northern end, behind one of the buildings on either side of the street.” The Captain said as he pointed to the readout on the sensor display. “At the very least, the Tuskens are grouped together for you, so it should make for good shooting.” Standing from the pilot’s seat, Jav turned and made his way towards the lifttubes. “I’ve got something to pick up from my quarters before we land, so the bridge is yours, Kraid. Good luck to you both. If the north doesn’t look good, I’ll leave it to your discretion on where to let us out. May the Force be with you.” And with that, he disappeared off the bridge. Several minutes later, Captain Boran reappeared in the cargo bay, freshly dressed in his long brown leather jacket and with his pistol holstered at his side. Sinya, Vitch, Jasen, Zem and Erik were already standing there, ready and waiting. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen. It’s game time…” TAG: Kraid, Ryelee, Sinya, Jasen, Zem -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1 Give me Gryph-erty or give me death!
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