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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/30 5:06pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: Great I have lucky number 13. IC: Gerrik Thade Gerrik engaged his engines and took off. "R3, ready shields and engage weapons systems. Captain ready to engage when you are." Gerrik said over his com-unit. "All engines, shields, and weapons are go, waiting on your command to engage." he added, he then took over the manual controls and did a few runs around the BackStab to get a feel for his fighter after having only flown it a few days ago. TAG: Abigail -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/30 7:45pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Dresden Karn/ Warehouse Hangar Drake and his team stepped off the Venture first with the repulsor sleds, masquerading as the pirate crew. One by one everyone stepped of into the large hangar with grey plasteel walls. They were lucky, that was one thing they had plenty of, luck. The commander of this Sarlac pit was a Major by the name of Garrus Tarrik, a man of medium height, a round figure, and a balding head, and an ego so big it had its own star system. And one fact that they had picked up along the way was that Tarrik hired pirates to transport his goods, but he didn’t use the same pirate every time, but instead he hired a different crew every time. It was some kin of safety precaution the major used. So while on the Backstab was held over on Nar Shadaa, Dresden contacted Tarrik and played off being a pirate that was interested in the major’s proposition. And now today was the day for the designated pickup, and the time to see if this façade would work. Everyone was finally off the Venture and carefully pilling the cargo crates up next to the exit ramp. At first there were only two security guards to greet them when they landed and told Dresden that the major would be along shortly to talk business. So Dresden and his men stood at the ready for a few minutes, all of them waiting for the signal from Dresden as the sign to spring the ambush. Dresden knew exactly when he would spring the trap, but now he just had to get the rat into the trap, the major in this case. A few minutes later the short and round major walked into the hangar. “You’re late, if I pay a man I expect him to be on time!” said the major in an egotistical voice. Dresden quickly turned to face the major. “Major Tarrik, I am sorry for any inconvenience we might have caused you,” he said giving a slight bow to the major. “Enough formalities Mr. Carver, we’re already behind schedule so have your men get the cargo loaded and into orbit,” he said coldly. “As you command sir,” said Dresden turning to his men. He then motioned them to grab the cargo sleds and follow him into the base. Now just to wait for the signal to spring the ambush. Tag: Any in base
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 5/30 11:44pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: I apologize, work around that if you could. Thank you. -----signature----- I love Matt's "As Father And Son." I've written my best in that game.
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 5/31 12:27am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/31 12:55am (1 edits total) Edited By: Radiance
	IC: Migalia Bitalio Landing in the Regress Migalia unstrapped himself from his chair and stood. Stretching his legs slightly. He took one last glance at his team and thought to himself. I guess we really don't look like smugglers... A guy with a giant sword and strange style clothes with a group of what looks like mercenaries. He shrugged and nodded all of them to follow him. All three men formed up behind Migalia and grabbed a few empty crates. They exited the Regress, all carrying something and looking busy. Wolf had his sword strapped to his back so he would have full use of both hands. Migalia glanced around and noticed that Dresdan had the Major busy. That was good. It gave his team cover to advance towards their objective. He turned and tilted his head to the left of his group, towards a door leading west. Each one filed out. They looked like regular dock workers, albeit heavily armed dock workers. There was a single guard at the door and he held up a hand as they approached. "What is this?" he asked casually. Migalia indicated the crates they were lugging around. "Office delivery." The guard moved around and manhandled the crates while they were still in the mens hands. Throwing them off balance. When he got to Wolf however, his hand reached out and was about to do the same. But then his eyes met Wolf's. The serene warrior peered deep into his soul with his icey green stare. "If you touch this box and attempt to rattle it's contents like you have done to my fellows, I promise you sir, you will be pulling back a stump that used to be your arm. Do you understand?" The look was all that was needed really, but the verbal threat seemed to confirm to the guard that he didn't want to mess with the man. He played the brave face and waved them along. "Yeah whatever, just drop those off and get the hell out of here. Bunch of scum..." Migalia smirked as he strode through the door. It was a long hallway leading to another door. They made it through the other door and noticed there were 3 workers in front of them talking, not taking notice of the men carrying crates behind them. Migalia set down his box and held up his hand slightly over his shoulder, then made a locking motion with his fingers. He heard another box touch down behind him and buttons being pressed on the door panel. A metallic click a second later and the door behind him was sealed shut. Two more boxes touched down on the floor and he heard the faint sound of weapons being pulled. Migalia held up a fist and the weapons were resheathed. 3 fingers split up from the fist and motioned towards the workers in front of them. Wolf, Doc and Techy walked forward calmly to the workers, who had finally taken notice of the men. Instead of eying them suspiciously, they simply tried to move out of the way of the group coming towards them. At the same time the three sprang forward. Wolf delivered a strong chop at the base of his targets neck, dropping him cold. Techy clapped both of his fists on either side of his targets temples, plunging him into darkness. Doc had snuck up behind his man, clapping a gloved hand to his mouth and using the thumb and forefinger on his left hand to depress the blood vessels on either side of the mans neck. 6 seconds later the mans struggling stopped, his eyes flickered and then he was gently placed unconcious on the floor. The only sound heard durring the entire encounter was the rustling of clothing. Migalia nodded his approval and talked in a low voice. "Stick em' in the crates..." His commando's moved to obey and dragged their unconcious friends over and stuffed them into the large empty crates. All three men would wake up with kinks in their necks for sure. Techy began to snicker and Doc looked over. "Whats funny?" Techy pointed to his box, and the man stuffed into it. "My box is labeled "Frozen meat". Kind of makes sense doesn't it?" Doc shook his head in disgust and continued to tuck his mans foot into the box. Migalia walked confindently around the hallways to make sure they were clear, he checked every room and found a room filled with 3 more men. They weren't armed but they were big. Probably the normal muscle for the dock work. Seeing his shoulder pauldron and the red Mythosaur painted on it, they stood in unison and glared at him. Apparently they had a bad history with Mandalorians. "Can we help you Mando...? This room is private." Migalia looked up at their eyes as if he hadn't noticed them before. "Oh. I am just here to deliver some things." One of them spoke, rather skeptical. "What things?" Migalia walked forward and smiled politely at them. ".....These things." His fist flew out and nailed the center man in the nose. He staggered back clutching his face. The man on the left leapt over the table he had been sitting at and tried to tackle Migalia, who simply sidestepped and let the man go falling to his chest with a grunt. The other was running for a red button on the wall, on top of the button was a red bulbed light. "Oh no you dont.." Migalia's hands flew to the sash he was wearing, and pulled out a throwing knife. The knife sailed across the room and pinned the large mans hand to the wall 2 inches from the alarm. A painful cry escaped his mouth but was immediately stiffled as he heard the resounding... Chkchkchk of the slug thrower being cocked back and the barrel was stuffed into his mouth. The other man got to his feet and was met with a similar barrel pressed against his forehead. "Now we wouldn't want anyone to know why we are here would we...?" Migalia smiled at the two. Rustling clothing chkchkchk "If you use your free hand to press that button I am going to turn your friends head into a canoe. Get it?" The hand receded as the rest of his team walked in. The three men were quickly dispatched and Migalia pulled his knife free. "Good work. Now we wait." tag dresdan -----signature----- Member of the Game Designers Guild Lightsaber longblade... the ONLY way to live.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/31 7:55am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Dresden Karn/ Warehouse Hangar Dresden turned from the commander and began to order his men to get the crates moving. Out of the corner of his eyes Dresden saw Migalia walking into the door to the east wing. He just hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid like prematurely springing the trap and causing all of their covers to be compromised. Soon all of the crates were loaded and moving into the base. There were only two doors in the hangar. One leading to the east wing and one towards the east, there was not south wing in these types of warehouses, only three. As they walked down the corridor of the north wing the major looked back at them and scanned them all over in their battle dress and heavy weapons. “Are you expecting trouble Mr. Carver?” he asked, calling him by the false name Dresden had given him a few weeks back. A slight smirk then came across Dresden’s face. “I’m always expecting trouble Major,” he said again with a slight smile. “But don’t worry major I’ll keep it out of your base, you have my word on that.” “Well that’s reassuring Carver, I’m sure I’ll sleep better tonight knowing that,” said the major condescendingly. The trip down the corridor seemed to take forever and Dresden was wondering if the signal would ever come. But soon his prayers were answered with the arrival of Abi and her flights of clutch fighters on the horizon. And soon a hysterical young sergeant came running down the hall. “ Major…Major!” he yelled. “What is it you twit?” he asked impatiently “Sir our radar just picked up fighters near or base,” “Well are they ours?” “Not sir their unmarked,” He finished. There was a long and silent pause inside the corridor. This was their signal and they would have to spring it soon. The major turned to Dresden. “Is this your idea of keeping trouble out of my base Carver!” he proclaimed as he turned to face Dresden, only to be met with the barrel of a Bluebolt blaster in his face. “Now if you don’t mind sir we will be commandeering your cargo, now if you will please face the wall and put your hands behind your back,” Commanded Dresden. Soon all four men were tied up. The major, the sergeant and the two guards, with socks put in their mouth to keep them quite and then locked away in a storage closet. “Alright, now lets find the cargo,” said Dresden as he adjusted his armor and ordered his men to follow him while he ordered Drake and his team down the east corridor Tag: anyone
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/31 9:57am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Colonel Drakston Location: Telos Base It was early morning on Telos, but despite that the command room was packed. A luetinant at the sensor board spoke up. "Colonel! I have twelve unidentified crafts inbound from the east, just like you said!" Drakston took a sip of his caf before setting it down. "Launch Gray and Black Squadrons, and activate base defenses." He retrieved his private comlink from his pocket. If his informant was correct, and he was about the hostile squadron, then his warehouse would be next. He thumbed the comlink to life and sent a message to the loyal troops, loyal to him not the Empire, ordering them to secure the warehouse. He smiled and under his breath he muttered. "I'll show these pirate fools not to Sith with me." Tag: Nick, myself IC: Stormtrooper regiment 1845574 Location: Outside Colonel Drakston's warehouse They arrived in speeders at the outskirts of the warehouse. Their pristine white armor shining in the morning sun. they had every entrance and exit covered. Three E-Web tripod cannons were set up at the main entrance for coverage, and an AT-ST walker approached from the south. Two TIE/In fighters landed with their cannons aimed at the hanger doors. Their engines still primmed for a quick take off if a pursuit was needed. Tag: Witchdoctor, Commandos. IC: Abigail Grim Location: Air above Telos Imperial Base Her sensors lit up like a Kowakian monkey-lizard that had stuck its tongue in a power socket. Two squadrons of TIE/In fighters had just launched. "This is Reaper Lead, we've been compromised. Two flight form up we're going to engage the TIEs. Three Flight, take out the base defenses." She pulled her fighter up just as a TIE crossed her path. She took a snapshot at it and was rewarded with a hit on the fighters port pylon. Wind drag ripped the solar panel off the wounded fighter. The craft spiraled down towards the ground and ended in a fiery explosion. Tag: Nick IC: Nox Onus Location: Air above Telos Imperial Base "Three Flight, take out the base defenses." "Reaper Three copies." He switched over to three flight frequency. "Lets go boys and girls. Ten target port cannons, Eleven Target Starboard. Twelve strafe the hanger. I don't want any more uninvited guests. I'll hit the command center." He goosed the throttle as Ten and Eleven went port and starboard respectively. Twelve made a bee line towards the hanger that was still disgorging TIEs. His first shots hit the bay door frame, he adjusted and started to pour fire into the hanger. Air defense cannons lit up the sky with crisscrossing bolts of electric death. A series of explosions issued from the hanger as Twelve's cannon fire set off a chain reaction. Ten and Eleven had finished their first run, seven defense cannons had gone silent, and they were swinging around for a second pass. Nox locked in the command center. Because the base had been launching fighters their shield had been down. Now that the hanger was destroyed it would be a matter of seconds before the shield was activated. Nox armed and fired two pair of linked Proton Torpedoes. The weapons streaked across the distance in split seconds. The first pair slamming into the fortified command center and rocking it violently. The second pair slammed into the base shields as some unnamed Imperial technician finally brought them up. "Reaper Nine to Lead. Base shields are up." Tag: Myself -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/31 12:02pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/31 12:30pm (1 edits total) Edited By: chanbill5390
	IC: Gerrik Thade Gerrik swarmed past the wave of enemy fighters weaving through them, taking a couple out on his way to the imperial base. "Three flight with me, we're taking out those defenses. Nox, Phoenix, take out what guns you can, I'm going to go for their shields, I should have them down in no time." Gerrik said, he then accelerated toward the external shield generator, because it was putting out so much energy it wasn't hard to find it out. "R3 arm missiles and proton torpedo arrays...open fire." he added, then a full volley of disruptor enabled missiles a volley of proton torpedoes. The shields were down. "Move in, now!" he finished. TAG: Three Flight -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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DarkestSith Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/31 2:13pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Telos Warehouse Drake Antares As the Major received word of the fighter attack the guard that was standing next to Drake stepped forward, toward the Major, exposing his back to Drake. A fraction of a section after Karn had shot the Major Drake had his hands around the guards helmet and he violently twisted. Drake heard to sharp cracks, the first was the breaking of the composite stops in the helmet and the second was the guards neck. Drake let him drop to the floor as a lesson to others who wanted to be brave. "Now isn't the time for heroes." Drake said. His comm unit buzzed in his ear as his Gray's reported from outside the building. "Commander, my sniper reports heavy weapon emplacements outside. They are in his sites, permission to fire?" Drake asked. TAG: Karn -----signature----- There is no peace, there is anger. There is no fear, there is power. There is no death, there is immortality. There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side. I am the Heart of Darkness. I know no fear, But rather I instill it in my enemies.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/31 2:36pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: oh and sorry I didn’t mention this before but the GM has made me the GM of the ground force for now, but I won’t take much control of you guys, just in a conversation on occasion. Dresden Karn/ Warehouse Hangar As Dresden tried to apprehend and secure the would be prisoners, the major decided to try and play hero by quickly turning and grabbing Dresden’s blaster. Not a good decision, because in a split second the trigger was pulled and the major lay dead on the floor, a plasma wound in his stomach. The others tried to follow suit but one of the guards was quickly incapacitated by Drake and the other two were eliminated by the commando’s. “Fools, alright now we find where they have hidden the junk,” he said. He looked over to Drake who had just gotten a call over the comm. obviously from his men on overwatch. "Commander, my sniper reports heavy weapon emplacements outside. They are in his sites, permission to fire?" Drake asked. This just made things complicated. So the colonel was smart, he knew that the air raid was a cover for the warehouse. He was good. “Affirmative, permission to open fire,” said Dresden simply as he assessed the situation. He and his team then turned to go down the north corridor to find the supply room. this was going to make it difficult to get out of here, especially if they had heavy weapons, those could shoot the transports clean out of the sky. Tag: Drake
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DarkestSith Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/31 8:50pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: No prob, it will make things run smoother. IC: Outside Telos Warehouse Merrick and Natasi, Gray 1 and Gray 3 ((Drake's Commando's)) "Fire confirmation...if things get too heavy call down the Thunder." Merrick's comm unit buzzed directly into his ear. "We're live." He said quietly to Natasi. They were both wearing active camouflage, it reacted to their environment and was fit for every environment. The two commando's were laying on a hill a quarter mile away from the entrance, hidden under bushes and brush. Merrick was looking down the scope of his long-barreled laser rifle. Merrick was laying prone, not moving a muscle, barely breathing. Natasi was concealed a few meters away, an array of hold-out blasters and vibroblades ready to deal with anyone trying to sneak up on Merrick. Merrick lined up the first E-Web team as they set up their emplacement. He patiently waited as the went about setting up hardware and ammo until the precise moment presented itself. He squeezed the trigger and a bolt of green light lanced out from his laser rifle and slammed into the the first troopers neck, and continued into the stomach of the trooper behind him and then into the ammo canister the third trooper was holding. The ammo canister exploded, shredding the third trooper and destroying the E-web blaster. Merrick smiled to himself. Sometimes he thought he enjoyed his job too much...and then he would get a one in a million triple kill with one bolt and knew he did. The remaining two E-Web's opened up on the hill, though the fire was random, not sure where Merrick was. TAG: I dont know if you want to remain in control of those Troopers guarding the front so I will leave it off here. IC: Telos Warehouse Drake Antares Drake crept down the hallway in a half-crouch, ready to spring into action at a moments notice. Three meters ahead of him a door swooshed open and a moment later a pair of Imperial officers walked into the hallway slowly turning towards Drake's commando's. "Don't-" was all Drake managed before one of the Officers had drawn his blaster and sent bolts zinging into the wall above him. He gritted his teeth...working with Rebels and their sympathizers had it draw backs...talk first and shoot second...bah! Drake squeeze off a stream of shots that burned through the Officers throat and sent him tumbling backwards. The second officer had started to pull his service blaster but quickly threw it to the ground, raising his hands in surrender. Before either party could move the surviving Officers comm beeped a short rhythm. Drake watched the guards eye's widened and covered the distance in two strides. He grabbed the Imperial by the collar and slammed him into the wall, watching his eyes glaze over for a moment. "Give them the correct response." Drake said in a voice needing no words to convey his threat. The Imperial looked shocked that Drake could identify the code but quickly keyed inthe proper one. "Where is the commanding officer?" he asked. The Imperial glanced at the smoking corpse behind Drake. "Go to the ready room and suit up. The door will lock behind you and you had better be on the inside...everything outside that room dies." Drake said with hostility pouring from his expression. He shoved the Officer in the right direction and turned to his slicer, Gavin. "Get on it. We will use this room. While you are at it make sure and get as much info about the supplies we need." Drake said as he snatched a rank cylinder off the dead officers body. He unlocked a blast door and was face to face with two Imperial Stormtroopers. This time he didn't stop to talk. He launched himself forward, wrapping an arm around each of the trooper's waists. He was vaguely aware of his commando's returning fire to some unseen threat. Drake pumped his powerful legs and pushed the troopers till all three of them tumbled over a railing. He turned to land on his feat and then tumble around as the drop was farther than he thought. He heard two crunches and landed hard on his shoulder. He heard something tear and something crack before the darkness consumed him. TAG: Anyone/No One -----signature----- There is no peace, there is anger. There is no fear, there is power. There is no death, there is immortality. There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side. I am the Heart of Darkness. I know no fear, But rather I instill it in my enemies.
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 6/1 4:59am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Migalia Bitalio Migalia had sat down at the table and propped his feet up on it as the rest of his squad relaxed. They only were at ease for a moment before the base rocked. The chair threatened to pull out from under Migalia as the floor buckled. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at Wolf. "You may get a good fight after all. Seems things aren't going to plan...." Wolf simply smirked back and slowly drew his long sword. "Well then... shall we keep them waiting?" Wolf checked his guns and sighed. "Nope.. would be damn rude of us to do that...I am many things gentleman.." Both hammers on his pistols were pulled back. "..... But rude isn't one of them. Lets rock." Wolf strode next to Migalia out the doorway and down the only hall that they had not yet checked it was a large blast door that looked like it could survive a nuclear blast. "Techy ... if you would be so kind.." "On it boss.." The younger man stepped forward and began to slice the door while Migalia turned to cover. His idea of cover was standing with his arms crossed looking the other direction. A moment later the door was open and Migalia and Wolf were in the lead again. Migalia held up his hand and the group stopped as the sound of boots could be heard. He looked over at Wolf, who stared back. "Can that thing penetrate armor?" Wolf glared at him and stepped forward. "Can those..?" Wolf nodded towards his pistols. Migalia shrugged and nodded towards the crossing in the hallway. "Let's find out." 6 Stormtroopers rounded the corner and Migalia's hands came up. Before they could react 3 had smoking holes in their chests. The other three looked down at their dead comrades in disbelief. Then back up to Migalia. They were about to raise their weapons as a sword came down on two of them. The arms clacked to the floor and howls of pain escaped the audio speakers of the helmets. Wolf was moving faster than Migalia thought a human could. The hilt of his sword was knocked into ones face, then the blade came down at an angle and shredded the armor like it was nerf-butter. As the third finally got his blaster up he squeezed the trigger but wolf was no longer there. He was spiralling through the air and kicked the man in the face. Then spun around and rammed the sword behind him, piercing the trooper and ending his life. Techy dropped his weapon to his side and jerked a thumb in the other direction. "Right... we will just watch this way then..." He turned around and pointed his rifle at no one down the hallway Migalia nodded his approval at wolf and pulled his comlink up. "Commander this is Migalia, where do you need me?" tag Dresden -----signature----- Member of the Game Designers Guild Lightsaber longblade... the ONLY way to live.
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 6/7 9:35am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Abigail Grim She pulled the throttle off line, reversed thrust and cut it back in. Her ship seemed to just stop dead in the air then rocketed back and down. The TIE fighter that was behind her shot past, not quite sure what had just happened. She pulled the throttle back off line, reversed thrust again, which put it back to normal, and then brought it back on line. Her ship hopped the shot forward. The TIE crossed her targeting cross hairs and she squeezed her yoke's triggers. The TIE was caught by four blue ion bolts that fried the craft in an instant. It plummeted to the ground and shattered spectacularly into a rolling ball of flying shrapnel. She heard Reaper Two over the comm. "Two to Lead, we have Imperial ground forces at the warehouse." Abigail let out a snarl. "How many?" "Looks like a full company, two TIE's, and an AT-ST." "Roger Two, Take command of One flight. Thirteen your my wing." She angled towards the warehouse, and throttled up. In seconds she was in range. She brought her cross hairs over to the port TIE Fighter, and fired. Four green lances of death struck the grounded fighter in the ball cockpit. It detonated in a golden fireball that consumed the starboard fighter. It too detonated. Abigail targeted the troop speeders, and started to strafe them. "Thirteen take out that AT-ST and make sure there are no more coming. TAG: Chanbill, those in the warehouse. OOC: If anyone has an anti Darth Real Life ray, belt, cloak, glasses, or any other accessory. please! Let me know. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/9 12:23pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Gerrik Thade "Roger that." Gerrik said in response to Abigail. He quickly moved to engage the AT-ST, focusing and allowing the Force to flow around him he wove through its fire, he then launched two proton torpedoes, watching them make contact with the main capsule, no doubt incinerating the occupants. He then whipped around to engage the now active second TIE fighter. "For the love of the Force, STOP MOVING!" he shouted as he tried to maneuver around to match the smaller fighter's movements. He eventually reached a point where he was able to lock onto it and launch a single missile, it ended up hitting the TIE's cockpit square in the center of the viewport. "Bull's eye." he said as he circled around to join Abigail on her right. "Okay, now what?" Gerrik asked looking through his cockpit's viewport into Abigail's. TAG: Abigail -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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