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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/16 6:07am Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover) - Date Edited: 6/16 6:07am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Special Agent Mitch Nifesta, Last Bolt artificial intelligence, bridge of the Darth Unlucky Consular-class space cruiser Location: Tatooine System The pale twi’lek held the black canister of the portable fire extinguisher in both of his large hands, and aimed the nozzle towards the yellow fire belching heat and smoke out of the auxiliary control panels, making it hard to see on the vessel’s command deck. He added foamy fire retardant to the gaseous mess! “I’m guessing we had a burnout!” Mitch Nifesta yelled to the computer intelligence inhabiting his ship. They had tried using XANA’s Time Cannon to transport them three millennia forwards, back to their own timeline, from that of the Great Sith War, where the psychotic genius had sent them. Affirmative. Another temporal device is in operation, and interfered with ours. Mitch narrowed his eyes. His ship’s sensors were not designed to detect that kind of thing! “How do you even know?” He demanded, shutting off the extinguisher and dropping back into his pilots’ chair, pausing before kicking up the environmental unit to clear the air. It is in XANA’s manual. Operation of the Time Cannon can only be interrupted by complete loss of power, such as someone kicking the plug out; operation of an alternate temporal device in the same galactic sector; or someone on board using a hair-dryer. I was able to discount the first and third options almost immediately. “What do you mean, almost?” The hairless twi’lek enquired archly. Unusual for an A.I., the Last Bolt knew not to answer that one. “Alright, give us a damage report.” Time cannon burned out. Hyperdrive off-line. Fridge too. “Aww, Man! All that ice cream! Okay, with the hyperdrive out, how far are we from the nearest planet with a breathable atmosphere.” Tatooine. And it is right beneath us. Not a problem reaching it. Oh, aren’t you going to ask? “Ask what?” Did we make it back to our own timeline. Nifesta slapped himself on the forehead. Not hard. “Sorry, the bridge being on fire distracted me. Did we.” Not quite, Agent. Going by stellar alignment, we fell some years short. Certainly before you joined the Secret Galactic Intelligence Service. “Bugger.” Sighing heavily, Mitch poked about in his voluminous tan robes for his identification wallet, flipping it open to gaze at the metal SGIS badge confirming his authority as a defender of the Galactic Republic. After several moments, he snapped it shut and tossed it into one of the supply drawers beneath the flight panel. “Guess I’m on holiday, then.” To be continued… -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/16 3:36pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover) - Date Edited: 6/16 3:38pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	IC: Korr Spaceship hangars - Mos Eisley - Tatooine Curse all Hutts to the cold beyond. And especially Jabba, that Kriffin piece of slug poodoo. Korr hit the brakes with force, the speeder coming to an abrupt halt just before it would crash into his ship and jumped off. He ignored Wolf’s indignant yelp and didn’t check if the wardog followed him out of the speeder. He looked up at the Hawk, hesitated, then turned and strode away. The last thing he needed was more time alone, doing nothing, his thoughts and memories trying to crowd his head. He needed a decent load, blast it, so he could leave this place. Be on the move again, with plans, schedules, hopefully dangers to avoid. Anything to distract him. He pushed his hair back from his eyes with one hand and squinted up at the twin suns, blinking the protective membrane in place over his eyes. They were low, evening was coming. And he needed a drink, badly, to wash away the taste of his last encounter with Jabba. The ugly slug knew he was low on money and couldn’t afford to leave without a load. He was just trying to push things, so Korr would lower his price. Which he wasn’t about to do. If someone wanted him to smuggle spice or other drugs, Korr meant to make them pay in full for it. He loathed this. He loathed the Hutts, with their slaves and slave trades and he loathed this planet with slaves everywhere, reminding him how ugly the galaxy really was. It made him want to lash out. He needed to leave, badly. And to never come back here. A shaggy head pushed itself underneath his hand, but he pulled away without giving the asked for scratching. “I ain’t in the mood, Wolf,” he told the wardog. “You wanna come with me, you keep to yourself.” Wolf huffed, followed by a high yip. “And don’t laugh either. Nothing about this is funny. Come on, let’s find a busy cantina and see if I can pick some info up about a possible job. Preferably not for Jabba, that slimeball.” Wouldn’t that piss Jabba off if he left with someone else’s load? Wolf gave a low bark and went in front, nose to the ground, occasionally steering to the left or right, but never too far. The busy street miraculously cleared around him, leaving Korr a lull to walk in, the endless sand of Tatooine giving way beneath his boots. Korr didn’t go to the cantina he usually hung out in, a small, silent thing that suited his need for solitude. This time he wanted a bigger place, one with a lot of customers. The largest cantina near the spaceship hangers fit his requirements to a teeth and he quickly walked toward it, leaving Wolf bewildered for a second when they didn’t take their usual route. Ignoring him, Korr opened the cantina door and stepped inside the gloom, blinking his membranes out of the way. He took in his surroundings, searching for something, anything, that might lead to a bit of money. “This Droid bounty. Tell me more...” he heard someone at the bar say. The word ‘bounty’ immediately got his attention and he stepped closer to the bar. Just as he did, Wolf slunk inside, head low, trying in vain to look inconspicuous. The bartender, one of the ugliest humans Korr had ever seen, looked up, stared at Wolf with wide eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but Korr beat him to it. “Corellian brandy,” he said, spinning a coin towards the man. “The good stuff. And a bowl of water for Wolf here, make sure it’s a huge bowl. You got a problem with that?” he asked, his hand hovering over his blaster, his eyebrows raised. Not waiting for an answer he leaned against the bar and turned to the two who had been talking bounty stuff, a Twi’lek and a pale, white haired man who looked human at first glance, until Korr saw the silver eyes. “Please, do go on,” he told them. “Seems to me you stopped just when the story got interesting.” TAG: anyone in the cantina, Dubya -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Twinky_Stryder Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 6/16 3:40pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	Sofia "Sparrow" Mason Underground Skynet base - near Phoenix, Arizona - Earth Sofia looked at the machine. It was huge and ugly and intimidating, like all of the constructions they had seen from the enemy. A shiver went down her spine. If this was a travel machine to somewhere else in time and space, that meant that the machines were going to other places to kill people and make more machines. They couldn't let that happen. "Ayúdeme Dios." She muttered to herself before raising her arm. "Sir," She called to John Connor, "I'll go through." She wasn't stupid, she knew the risks. They'd all seen Kyle Reese's face before he left on the mission from which he never returned. But if she went through to scout, there was no way to report back. There wasn't a way back. TAG: John Connor, others -----signature----- Ranger of FFUK I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me FFUK awards 2006 Best Female Poster What about the Twinky?- Ghostbusters
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Dubya_Scott Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/16 6:45pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	IC: Fincher, John Conner Skynet base - Earth Conner turned to look at Sofia when she spoke. Finch ran through different scenarios in his mind...all the different infinite amount of possibilities...of what they might find on the other end of this transporter. "This could be more than just one Terminator," Conner said. "Look at the size of this platform on the floor. Who knows what they've been teleporting." Finch hesitated, then asked, "We're gonna need to send a whole team through, aren't we?" "You read my mind," Conner said, looking back at the monitors. Finch looked back at the team that was with them. "We should all go. We'll be safer in larger numbers." "I can't force you guys to go. You may not be able to return. It's a decision each one of you will have to make." Conner looked over his team. He knew he had Finch and Sparrow. Miyano, Thornton, and Dunlop all affirmed that they would be willing to go. Finch turned to address the team. "Who else is in?" (ooc: we'll make the jump in another couple of posts. So if there's anything else anyone wants to say or do before then, now's the time.) TAG: Human Resistance... IC: Barkeep, drunken Twi'lek Mos Eisley cantina Suddenly they seemed to be attracting a small crowd. The bartender slid one of the newcomers his drink and a large bowl for the animal that was with him. "I highly doubt there's a bounty. It was a fragging droid that was on the fritz. This guys had a few too many. He doesn't know what he's talkin' about." The green-skinned twi'lek, ignoring the bartender, turned to the other two fellas. "Ya want more, eh?" Even though he was drunk, he was able to realize this sudden...opportunity... The twi'lek grinned, revealing a row of bad teeth...a few of which were missing. "It'll cost ya 500 creds." TAG: cantina people... -----signature----- I wish I had the height and girth of D2. I play hockey with the "Clone Wars" director! Save GARGOYLES! Buy the Season 2 DVD! (See Profile for more info) Proud father of the RPF's "007 Family".
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 6/16 7:58pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	Teek'ra Eda Competition? Teek'ra was looking for excitement, not competition, but honestly, he could probably turn competition into partnership if he played his cards right. The question was, could he, he obviously smelled of alcohol, that generally didn't bode well for business negotiations. But hell, he could try. He noticed the man glance at him and he nodded, no need to not be friendly. "I highly doubt there's a bounty.” the barkeep started up, Teek couldn't bear to look the man in the face, it hurt to much. He just watched his hand as he handed over the new guys drink, and the bowl for his dog. “It was a fragging droid that was on the fritz. This guys had a few too many. He doesn't know what he's talkin' about." “Been bounties on droids before ya know. Have for years, specially those that go on the fritz and go rampagin'. Oh, and I'll take some Blue Milk, gotta be sure not ta drink to much.” Teek was sure he could drink a few more, he was just more interested in not having the chance for the hang over, and to keep his mind straight. "Ya want more, eh?" Ah ha! There it was, though dulled and glossed over Teek'ra saw that little glint. He'd seen it dozens of times, on dozens of worlds, people trying to make a profit on something for much more than it was worth, or get it for less than it was worth. You get that when you sell your services to most anyone. In fact it'd happened so many times he'd started setting up standards for employers to meet, though sometimes he let them slide “Five hundred credits eh?” That was a bit more than unreasonable in Teek's mind. Fifty credits sure, hundred credits maybe, but five hundred? For that he'd better have had a tracking device on the damn thing so he could find it. And Teek somehow doubted that. “Hows about this. Fifty credits, twenty five from me, twenty five from my friend here. Take that deal, and I'll be very very nice and not show you why the Mandalorians had a rivalry with my people for a very very long time.” Tag: Seremela, Dubya -----signature----- Crush, Seize, Burn, Kill. Leave No One Alive, Let No One Survive - - Vacations over, back to work.
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/17 6:11am Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	GM approved IC: Kibeena Lite (nrc), cantina booth. Location: Tatooine The Kiffar jedi knight sat in the darkness of a corner booth in the cantina, as the place started to fill up. Or at least, what passed for ‘filling up’ in this one dewback township. One drunken twi’lek, an unfamiliar humanoid, a spacer and his… his… Lite stared at the wardog. What on Oseon is that thing? He thought to himself. Kiffar were a Near-Human, dread-locked species that hailed from the twin planets Kiffu and Kiffex. Their orbits occasionally brought the two worlds so close to each other as to create violent electrical storms, that the population, following fast on the heels of their invention of lightning rods, decided to use to provide electrical energy. The knight had been despatched here to, well, the Council’s reasoning had been a bit dressy, but loosely translated, something was about to go down. He wished they could be a bit more sure, but his mission was to put flesh on the bones of their bad feeling. What concerned him was that he had shared his inbound transport with a young woman who had turned out to have a talent for learning non-human languages, and had greeted him in Kiffu. They had struck up enough of a friendship, that the conversation he was overhearing from the bar about a moisture farmer and his family being slaughtered, was causing him some concern. A recent graduate from the Republic fleet academy on Raithal, Ewlla Illor was here visiting a friend, a fellow cadet whose family operated a moisture farm, before accepting a posting to the Judicial Forces. Kibeena stood from booth’s curved red seating, then settled back into the gloom, choosing instead to use the Force to augment his senses so he could overhear just what was being said. Ah, this indecision will be the death of me! He self-berated silently as he rose once more and came forward into the light. “And I too would hear of this,” He said to those at the bar, “particularly the name and location of the family that were killed.” His bare muscled arms glistened in the cantina’s weak lighting, as did the tatoo’d crimson strip across the bridge of his nose, but his earth-coloured belted tunic, trousers, and lightsabre, would all serve to identify what his affiliation was. Tag: All at the bar -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/17 3:09pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover) - Date Edited: 6/17 3:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	IC: Korr Cantina – Mos Eisley – Tatooine Wolf finished the water in the bowl quickly, sat down on his haunches and put his huge head on the bar without any consideration for what Korr might want, blinking his eyes in a way that told Korr the wardog was planning to get completely comfortable in that position. “Get down,” he hissed at the animal, annoyed. He wanted to hear more before any yelling at his large companion started and he had to turn his attention away from the Twi’lek and silver eyes. With a snort Wolf complied and lowered his head to the floor. The wardog might be very small in comparison to his brethren, but he still was a lot bigger than most beings were comfortable with, his shoulder reaching easily to Korr’s chest. The times Wolf sent a barkeeper or some of the patrons screaming just by getting close to them had finally made Korr lay down a simple ground rule. If Wolf wanted to stay near him, even indoors, he better behave. It had let to Wolf’s laughable attempts at trying to look smaller than he was, but at least the big oaf tried. Korr turned his attention back to the Twi’lek and the pale man, who, of all things, gave him a small nod. Korr ignored the gesture and simply listened, his thumb caressing his glass, spreading the moisture beads on it. He did clench his fingers around it when the Twi’lek demanded a ridiculous amount of money for his information. That was when silver eyes dragged him right into the conversation. “Hows about this. Fifty credits, twenty five from me, twenty five from my friend here. Take that deal, and I'll be very very nice and not show you why the Mandalorians had a rivalry with my people for a very very long time.” Korr narrowed his eyes at the man. So he was a ‘friend’ now? Was the guy hoping for a partnership here? Korr didn’t like partnerships. It wasn’t the working together he had a problem with, except when it turned out he had teamed up with idiots, but it was the other things partnerships invariable led up to that he hated. The ‘small talk’ part. Or even worse, the need to get personal, to bond, most beings seemed to have. He had no patience for such nonsense, not anymore, not after the hell he had lived through and survived nine years ago. Alone. “Wolf,” he said. The wardog knew that tone of voice and he was at Korr’s side immediately, no longer trying to look harmless, but with his head held to full height, lips curled back to show his teeth. Ignoring silver eyes, Korr looked at the Twi’lek. He wanted to get him alone somewhere, just with him and Wolf. He was sure the drunk would spill his most inner secrets without hesitation the moment Wolf yawned in his face. No need to part with money he could ill afford to lose and no need for ‘partners’ either. He straightened up to put his plan into action, when someone spoke up behind him. “And I too would hear of this, particularly the name and location of the family that were killed.” Korr turned with studied nonchalance and sighed when he saw who had spoken. “A Jedi,” he said to silver eyes, not hiding his disgust with this new turn of events. “That’s it for any possible bounties I’m afraid. If there’s something to his,” he gave a curt sideways nod to the Twi’lek, “story, then he,” Korr lifted his chin to the Jedi, “will probably go after that rogue droid, or whatever it is out there, for free.” TAG: anyone in the cantina -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Genimay Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 6/17 5:23pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	GM Approved Human Resistance Name:Harper Marie Howlen Codename/Nickname:Sparky Age:19 Gender:Female Nationality:French/American Specialty: mechanics, electrician, pilot Appearance:Short (about 4'10"), slim but toned (about 95 lbs), blonde hair (shoulder lenght but usually held back in a messy bun or braid), blue eyes, pale skin, usually wears a brown jump suit with a black t-shirt under the jacket, there's a black belt that hangs from her hips (it's a little large) with her tools and weapons. Short Bio:Harper was born after Jugdment day so has no memory of anything before. Her life consisted of running from machines, being frightened of machins, and hating machines before her parents found the Human Resistance. It was amoung other soldiers that Harper discovered her talent for understanding how things worked. At age 11 she could take apart just about anything and put it back together, by age 14 she could fix just about anything that didn't work, and at 17 she could pilot any vechicle that the Resistance encountered. Harper's parents were killed when she was 15 and it created a harder edge to the girl which allowed her to become a soldier. Though Harper has gone on missions she is not a talented shot. At close range she can hit something but she is no sniper. John Connor noticed Harper's talents before her parents were killed but never put them to use in the feild because he thought the child too soft for combat. He gave her the nickname 'Sparky' when she was 12 and it stuck, becoming her codename once she did go on missions. Anything else to add:Secretly, Harper is afraid of guns and blood.Though she has no phobias, Harper tends to panic when restainted/when she feels helpless. She believes that she understands the workings of the Terminators (this is the main reason she was selected for the mission). IC:Harper Location:Underground Skynet Base-Arizona Harper hung back from the rest of the team. This machine was huge and ugly but it was just a machine;Harper knew machines. This was, as Connor said, a teleportation device but it's magnitude was something the young resistance fighter had never encountered. It wasn't just built to go back in time, but to transport things through space as well. Harper, for all of her apptitude and unoffical training, had no idea how it actually worked. It was that fact, along with the prospect of being thrown into a place she didn't know, that caused the girl to falter when Connor asked his team to go through the portal. Finally, after weighing her options as carefully and logically as she could, Harper stepped forward. "I'll go." she offered. Even as she spoke, Harper felt the nervous sweat break out on the back of her neck. Her jumpsuit was already dirty so she used the sleeve to wipe the mostiure away. It didn't matter if the team knew she was nervous, she was not a warrior, but she did have the trust of John Connor. As that crossed her mind, Harper felt much better. Suddenly, her certain death didn't feel as important as making a dent in the war. Tag:Human Resistance -----signature----- (\_/) Everyone is alone in some way. That dosen't mean you have to stand alone. I'm trapped here,so I might as well go insane too. destinysdomain2.proboards98/index.cgi
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 6/17 5:56pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	Teek'ra Eda Honestly, when he saw the lightsaber, he had the urge put his face right into his palm and sigh. Jedi were never good news on backwater planets, and even worse news when they got their attention into something like a Bounty. That’s it for any possible bounties I’m afraid. If there’s something to his,” the other guy, who appeared to be a Firrerreoan or however it was pronounced, nodded towards the twi'lek, “story, then he,” Korr lifted his chin to the Jedi, “will probably go after that rogue droid, or whatever it is out there, for free.” The guy was right, and that was the annoying part, jedi were notorious 'bleeding hearts' and it more often then not pissed off people trying to make their life in the galaxy. Teek let out an annoyed sigh, “Honestly Jedi, leave this sorta thing to the people who need to make a living. I'm sure you got some babies you need to go claim in the name of your order or something. Let us take care of the crazy droids.” Maybe it was a stupid thing to say that to a Jedi, but honestly he didn't care, he wanted to go after this droid, and no Jedi was going to take away his chance of doing something mildly interesting on this dustball. Cantina People -----signature----- Crush, Seize, Burn, Kill. Leave No One Alive, Let No One Survive - - Vacations over, back to work.
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Dubya_Scott Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 6/17 5:58pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover) - Date Edited: 6/17 6:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Dubya_Scott
	IC: John Conner, William Fincher Skynet base - Earth As the team members chimed in, Conner hit a few buttons on the computer. It appeared they were all willing to risk their lives for this war. The platform powered up. There was a faint white glow emanating from the platform. He sighed a little, looking over his soldiers. They were a good team. He hoped they would do well. "Whenever you're ready." Fincher stepped up to Conner and shook his hand. "Sir, it's been a pleasure serving you." "Take care of the team, Finch," Conner responded. "I will." Finch released Conner's strong grip and stepped up to the platform. The other transporters they found wouldn't allow any clothes or weapons through. Nothing dead would go. That's why the Terminators Skynet sent back were covered in human flesh. Finch didn't know if this new transporter was the same. He figured if he and his team reappeared disarmed and naked, he'd have his answer. He stood in the center of the platform, almost at a "parade rest" stance with the machine gun strap slung over his shoulder, waiting for the others to join him. TAG: Human Resistance... IC: drunken Twi'lek Cantina - Tatooine The twi'lek listened to the man's proposal as he watched the bartender slide the newcomer some blue milk. "Fifty??" he exclaimed. "Hey, I've got a family to feed..." The twi'lek seemed to sway again, looking as if he was about to pass out...but he didn't. He jumped in surprise when someone else said, “And I too would hear of this, particularly the name and location of the family that were killed.” The twi'lek spun around on his stool. Something shiny caught his eye, and he completely forgot about the credits. The men were saying something that the Twi'lek wasn't paying any attention to. Instead, he was looking at the shiny object...the Jedi's lightsaber. The drunk twi'lek sluggishly, and stupidly, reached out to grab it. TAG: Cantina people... -----signature----- I wish I had the height and girth of D2. I play hockey with the "Clone Wars" director! Save GARGOYLES! Buy the Season 2 DVD! (See Profile for more info) Proud father of the RPF's "007 Family".
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Twinky_Stryder Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 6/18 6:24am Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	IC: Sofia "Sparrow" Mason Skynet base - Earth Sofia was terrified, but she knew what her duty was and so there was no question about whether she'd go or not. Stepping forward she faced John Connor and gave a salute. "Sir, it's been an honour." She said with a small smile. She took her place next to Finch. TAG: any -----signature----- Ranger of FFUK I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me FFUK awards 2006 Best Female Poster What about the Twinky?- Ghostbusters
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/18 12:11pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	IC: Kibeena Lite, cantina. The warm welcome from the other patrons warmed the Kiffar’s heart; touched him right there. “A Jedi. That’s it for any possible bounties I’m afraid. If there’s something to his story, then he,” The spacer somehow chinned towards Lite. “will probably go after that rogue droid, or whatever it is out there, for free.” “Honestly Jedi, leave this sorta thing to the people who need to make a living. I'm sure you got some babies you need to go claim in the name of your Order or something. Let us take care of the crazy droids.” “Fear not,” Kibeena sought to reassure them, “your bounty is of no-” He had just noticed the intoxicated twi’lek leaning precariously off his stool, with a hand stretched to the weapon at his belt. Without taking his eyes from the barkeep, he unhooked the silver cylinder from his belt with a negligent nudge of the Force, and floated it tantalisingly out of the alien’s reach, but not so far that he would give up. “-concern to me. My only priority is the safety of a friend who might have headed out that way. So, Barkeep, I ask again, what was the name and location of the deceased?” “Wolf.” The spacer commanded The animal, that had gone from lounging on the bar itself, back to the floor, stood again, to show of its’ rather impressive incisors. "Yes, nice teeth." The jedi remarked casually, his attention still on the server behind the counter. Tag: Barkeep, Patrons -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/18 1:23pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover) - Date Edited: 6/18 1:30pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	IC: Korr Cantina - Mos Eisley - Tatooine The bounty hunter was expressing his own unhappiness with the interest of the Jedi, when the drunken Twi'lek suddenly reached out for the Jedi's lightsaber, of all things. The Jedi's reaction wasn't at all what Korr had expected from the one time he had had a brush in with a few of his Order. Those Jedi had been all business, but this one let the cylinder float right in front of the Twi'lek, just out of reach from the clumsily grabbing hand. He suppressed a grin at the sight. "Fear not,” the Jedi said, “your bounty is of no concern to me. My only priority is the safety of a friend who might have headed out that way. So, Barkeep, I ask again, what was the name and location of the deceased?” After having met his first Jedi Korr had done some digging on them and now he saw a chance for them all to get the wanted information a lot easier than through bribes or intimidation. He sidled up to the man and murmured softly to him, "If they still don't want to tell us, why don’t you... you know... make them want to talk? That way everybody's happy." And hopefully he would finally know if there really was a business opportunity here, or if he was wasting his time. TAG: Sith-I-5, everyone else in/around the cantina -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/18 3:01pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	IC: Kibeena Lite, cantina. “You mean like this?” He enquired of Korr, matching the scruffy man’s tone, before raising his voice and his right hand, two fingers waving slowly towards the twi’lek as he let the Force infuse his words: “You will tell us all that we ask.” His concern for Iillor growing by the micro-second, he hoped to have his information before one of the female drinkers sidled over and asked if her “bum looked big in this”. Tag: Korr, Teekra’Eda, bartender -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 6/18 4:41pm Subject: The Machine Wars - (a Star Wars/Terminator crossover)
	Teek'ra Eda Teek took a swig of his blue milk and watched with a very mild sense of entertainment and a large bit of distaste. While it was admittedly interesting to watch a drunken Twi'lek blunder about after a silver cylinder suspended on its own in the air. But it was also somewhat unnerving and very much annoying to see a Jedi just showing off his ability in the force. Here he was thinking his connection was a curse and this guy was preforming parlor tricks. It made him want to reach out and pluck the lightsaber from the air. To make matters even more pathetic the Firrerreoan actually asked to Jedi to use the Force to convince the guy to talk. “I could have sworn you Jedi had some sorta rule about using the Force unnecessarily and all that Jazz? And what about that horribly unbalanced excuse for a weapon, innit against your rules and regulations to just float it around like that hmm? Innit your Jedi mantra like ours eh? That weapon's your life ain't it? You ain't supposed to let it just float there, you're supposed to protect it. I've half a mind to take it from ya since you're so intent on letting it float free like that.” If not for the fact that he didn't quite trust his reactions with that much alcohol in him he would have. Tag: Cantina people -----signature----- Crush, Seize, Burn, Kill. Leave No One Alive, Let No One Survive - - Vacations over, back to work.
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