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Baskerville Registered: Sep '09	Date Posted: 10/26 8:18pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Michael Mash Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee Havah returned Michael's salute with a crisp one of his own. Havah then continued, "Rations will have to wait for now, but Lasso will be first in line probably. Spread out to cover and form fire covering arcs on the blast doors with whatever blasters you have, Winterkill and I will introduce ourselves. Don't shoot first until one of use indicates to do so." With that, Havah and Winterkill moved to both sides of the blast door, signing instructions to each other. Havah then moved in front of the door, signaling Winterkill to stay on alert as the doors were being opened. Michael whipped out his twin DL-44s and activated the power cells. He moved to the right side of the hangar, leveling the sights of his guns at the opening door. He felt a sense of dread, wondering what would appear behind the door. Waiting with bated breath, he rolled his neck side to side to loosen the tension around his nexk and shoulders. Havah readied himself, and said, "Open the doors." Placing his fingers on the triggers, Michael waited in anticipation. Tag: Mitth, Cadaverous, Grey, Bravo -----signature----- Padawan Baskerville, Mister_Master's my Master "There is no death, there is the Force."
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/26 9:49pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Jason Lasso Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee Jason Lasso took a one knee kneeling position by his starfigher's bow landing leg's flood light, extending the stock on his E-11 Blaster Rifle and resting it up against his shoulder. Unless whatever it was had some type of special sight, the flood light would blind the unknown life signature's sight to Jason's location, giving the Merc an advantage over bis enemy. As he rested his cheek against the carbine's stock, he looked down through the scope, which he zoomed in on the door. As Havah and Winterkill took their positions, Havah gave the order. The blast doors opened with a grinding noise familiar with doors not kept up in the maintenance department over the years. Whatever it was jumped out with a speed and strength that was terrifying all in its own, easily clearing Havah and Winterkill's flanking positions at the door in one leap. The four legged canine-looking creature stood about waist high on a average man, its body a silky wet black look with a rigid flexibility that muscles underneath it's top layer worked under as the creature moved. Its tail ended with a large solid spiky black ball that looked like it could go through a tank's armor! The creature's four paws ended each with four razor-sharp and long claws that looked thick enough to slice through most modern-day blast armor, but not Stormtrooper armor. The canine's head was massive, easily agreeing with the creature's already huge size. It had two green eyes that glowed in the dark, a noise sniffing the air rapidly that was fit for a high-case sensor package on a starfighter, and pointed ears that picked up the slightest sound. Its silky wet black appearene from its body stayed with the face and gave a even more terrifying look to the creature's two over-sized white canine teeth that flanked the outside of the creature's mouth. A red tongue licked at the air in a mouth full of white razor-teeth. Wet slim drooled from its mouth and collected on the floor under its mouth. Its neck was lined with thick skinned breathing sacks on either side that pulsed in and out with the creature's normal breathing. The breathing sacks is what struck Jason as odd. They didn't look normal with the creature's appearance and neither did the green eyes. But that was for a later debate Lasso figured. The creature scanned its area around itself rather quickly, its eyes very closely making contact with almost everyone in the room. For a moment it stayed there in the middle, as if bating the Mercs into a fight. And then its screamish-howl erupted from its mouth and three more of the creatures appeared at the door out of nowhere. As if the creature could see a challenge, it stared down Winterkill as if the nagai was standing in the open. And the wet slim that dripped from its mouth piled a little bit more in its mouth and on the ground as if the creature almost grinned at Winterkill, before jumping into a striking attack, going straight for the kill. The other three creatures joined the fight, all three of them jumping into the hanger like the first one had. One went for Havah, while the other two sprinted at lightening speeds for Jake and Michael. That left Jason open for free reign of fire. Knowing that Winterkill and Havah could easily handle their attackers---hopefully---Jason tracked along the beast attacking Jake, taking aim and firing. The red blaster bolt laced out, quickly followed by two more in rapid fire. To Jason's delight all three bolts hit, knocking the creature off its intended attack path. To Jason's shock, however, the creature simply shrugged off the three blaster bolts as if someone had simple punched the animal, and it looked right back to Jake and jumped for the kill. Powerless at the moment to help Jake in fear of hitting his comrade with friendly blaster fire, Jason could do very little but watch. He pivoted on his knee to Michael, who was already under attack as well. This wasn't turning out to be very good, especially when another creature appeared, this one bigger, at the door. And it stared Jason right down, as if the starfighter's flood lights weren't even there. And Lasso held the creature's gaze. "BRING IT!" Lasso yelled as he sprinted from his position, firing as he went, towards the animal. The creature, easily the alpha male simple by size, sprinted full on towards Jason, its leaping bounds covering distance very quickly. Lasso used what he could from his E-11 Blaster Rifle at range, not all of the blaster bolts hitting as he ran, but all the same the bolts seemed to not affect the creature much, even head shots. As the two opponents neared, Lasso discarded his E-11 Blaster Carbine to the floor for use of his two WESTAR-34 blaster pistols. As beast and man neared, the beast jump, claws out-stretched in the mode to kill. Jason, his martial skills in mind now, knew that rock-hard tail was his true threat at close range combat and not knowing the creature's combat abilities, Jason didn't stand a chance. So he did a unthinkable tactic: he allowed the creature to tackle him, avoiding his claws by twisting his body out of the way. As beast and man came pounding into the hanger floor and slid towards the Merc starfighters in the rear, Lasso grinned, despite the beast's mouth so close as to take his face off. "You loose!" Jason grunted through the beasts over-bearing weight on him. Jason brought his WESTAR-34 blaster pistols to bear on one of the thick air sacks on the creature's neck and opened fire. The green blaster bolts, at first, were resisted by the thicker skin, but gave way under the heavy and close-range of the blaster bolts. Under a scream of distress, the creature jumped off of Jason and backed away, its yelping cry for help echoing through the hanger as blood and insides spilled from the busted air sack. Jason didn't have any pity and as the creature turned its snarling look to Jason and was about to attack Jason again in a leaping fashion, Jason smiled at the creature and let loose a barrage of blaster fire from his two blaster pistols. Thick skin or not, as the creature closed on Jason, its skin gave away over its head and the blaster bolts started to find the inside of the creature's face, blowing chunks of skin, bone, and blood everywhere. Soon the bolts found the brain and the creature came to a sliding stop just before reaching the laying down Lasso, smoke trailing from its blasted face. [I thought you might want to know that the area is clear beyond those blast doors of any creatures now.] Dude said helpfully from near Jason. "That helps," Jason said through labored breathing. Tag everyone! -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Baskerville Registered: Sep '09	Date Posted: 10/27 6:42am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Michael Mash Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee The blast doors lowered and a humongous canine entered. It had black skin and was rippling with muscles. Furthermore, its teeth were razor sharp and slime was tricking down its fangs. Michael's heart almost jumped to his throat. He had never seen any creature like this before and was shocked. All of a sudden, three more of the strange creatures leapt into the hanger bay, with one heading straight for him. Michael's eyes widened as he fired multiple laser blasts at the creature's head with his DL-44s. The canine dodged speedily, his bolts only hitting its shoulder. Nevertheless, the beast seemed to shrug the pain off and jumped at Michael's face, baring its glistening fangs. Michael lost his balance and fell backwards. The creature was now over him, suspended in the air. slime dripped down its fangs and onto Michael's upturned face. Michael instictively fired his guns at the underside of the beast, piercing the animal's flesh with a miasma of burnt flesh. The creature howled and landed in a heap right on top of Michael's torso. The impact took the breath of out of Michael's lungs. He shoved the creatures lifeless body off him and was disgusted by the putrid slime which now covered his jumpsuit and bandanna. Nevertheless, he was glad to be alive. Looking at Lasso, he saw him fire at the beast's air sacs, killing it instantly. Was that the beast's weak point? Michael thought. Lasso then let loose a barrage of blaster bolts that turned the creature into a bloody pulp. The hangar floor was stained with large pools of blood and flesh. Michael scrambled to his feet and felt adrenalin coursing through his veins as he surveyed the room for the remaining canines. Tag: everyone in hangar -----signature----- Padawan Baskerville, Mister_Master's my Master "There is no death, there is the Force."
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/27 4:47pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 10/27 5:10pm (6 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: For our new players (and us old guys ), when you see a letter and number (as seen below in N-5), this is referring to a box on "The Galaxy" in STAR WARS The Essential Atlas on pages 4-5. If you have the atlas book, then you can reference our location or any group of characters and where they're at. If you don't, here's a link I found of the Outer Rim: StarWars.com Essential Atlas Extra: Outer Rim Sectors. Also, for our new players, below is a post of for Rick Taller and the Johnny Boy crew. The information below is IC (In Character), not OOG (Out of Game or OOC, Out of Character). So none of us at the asteroid field, save maybe Havah Jeth or his droid Pic (through Rick Taller in discussion), would know anything about the discussed information below. There is no tag, meaning you don't have to reply back to this post. This post is simply a post to expand and detail the story. I know maybe some of you may know this and you may not, so I just wanted to clarify for everyone. IC: Rick Taller Captain's Room, Johnny Boy, in hyperspace passing Shaum Hii (N-5) Captain Rick Taller stumbled into his Captain's Room, a private study for the ship's captain away from the on-going business of the rest of the ship. His body very much showed its age as he slumped into his chair. "I am so tired, Dak." Dak, his black colored M-3PO Military Protocol Droid who was as close to a friend as Taller got outside of his Clone War buddies from his unit, turned from the small holograpic projector built into the floor by Taller's desk that occupied the rear of the room with a wall-wide viewport looking out into the blue tunnel of hyperspace behind the desk. The droid looked at the exhuasted Taller, stepping aside from the holograpic projector to let Taller see it, "Captain, I hate to be all business right now, but we have no time for rest." "Dak, only if I had your machine-like endurance for a long day. I'm getting up in years ya know!" Taller replied. "Age is no excuse, Captain. Now, here's our current roster..." Taller looked at the hologram roster of The Mercs, The Mercs' Roster Johnny Boy (Marauder-Class Corvette) Captain: Rick Taller (Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled Commander: Terrel Vacks (Locked NPC, cannot be killed) Lieutenant Commander: Chris Street (Locked NPC, cannot be killed) Ensign: Open Intelligence Officer: Open Captain's Personal Assistance: Dak (Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) MERC Fighter-Interceptor Squadron Squadron Leader: Havah Jeth Mitth_Fisto One Flight Merc 1 (1 Flight Lead): Squadron Leader Havah Jeth (Cloakshape Fighter) Mitth_Fisto Merc 2: Flying Officer Jason Lasso (Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter) Bravo Merc 3 (2nd Wing Lead): Flying Officer Michael Mash (Aggressive ReConnanissance-170 Starfighter) Baskerville Merc 4: Open Two Flight Merc 5 (2 Flight Lead): Flight Lieutenant Winterkill (StarViper-class Attack Platform) greyjedi125 Merc 6: Flying Officer Jack (Sith Interceptor) Darth_Cadaverous Merc 7 (3rd Wing Lead): Open Merc 8: Open Three Flight Merc 9 (3 Flight Lead): Open Merc 10: Open Merc 11: Open Merc 12: Open More Open Slots: Hanger Chief: Open Hanger Tech: Open Chief Medical Officer: Open Charge Nurse: Open Chief Engineer: Open Assistant Engineer: Open Various Johnny Boy ICs and NPCs: Field Medic #1: Jason Lasso Bravo Field Medic #2: Michael Mash Baskerville Lead Hanger Tech: Ler (LE Repair Droid) (Locked NPC, cannot be killed) Engineer Trainee: Nick Skysand (Game Master and Assistant Game Master Controlled) Johnny Boy Support Vessels: Mother (Lambda-Class Shuttle) Tac Assault ( LAAT/i Repulsorlift Gunship (Republic Gunship) Extended Leave (EL): Note: This means you haven’t posted in a while and you’re status to the Game Master (s) (Bravo and greyjedi125) is known. Your roster spot is reserved for your character until you notify the Game Masters (s) otherwise. Missing In Action: Note: This means you haven’t posted in a while and you’re status to the Game Master (s) (Bravo and greyjedi125) is unknown. Until the Game Master (s) are notified of your status, you will remain on this list and off the active roster; however, once the GM (s)’s are notified, you will be put back on the roster. Pilot Officer Kailin Veyo (Jedi_padawan_leigh) Pilot Officer Banger (NickLitYouAFlame) Pilot Officer Lorean Moraddy (Kimblee) Pilot Officer Brett Saracen (Lord_Lahmien) Pilot Officer Dernan Vask (Fanficfan) Pilot Officer Hal Crawford (bterrik) Flight Lieutenant Maxhen Kiv (Rally_Fan_84) Pilot Officer Mira T’saaren (oreotragus) Taller turned to Dak, "You did some re-organizing of the roster, I see." "I wanted to streamline it more, Captain." "Good job, Dak." "Thank you, sir." A knock on a door and a familiar voice, "Captain?" Commander Terrel Vacks entered, closing the door behind him and taking a seat in one of the two chairs inf ront of Rick's desk, "I have an update for you, sir." "Lets hear it," Taller said, putting his feet up cross-legged on bis desk. Dak turned off the roster. Terrel Vacks had been with Rick Taller in his unit back in the Clone Wars and was one of the few people who could get away with not saluting or addressing Rick by rank in private at least outside of the eyes of the rest of the crew. "Damage reports are in from the pirate attack over Port Haven: no deaths to report, three crew members wounded, all minor injuries. Our port side took quite a beating at first, but held up. When we reach Port Haven, it'll take damage control teams about three hours to repair the damage. Not too bad, after all." "Any more news, Terrel?" Taller asked, seeing that his second-in-command had more to talk about. "On crew members, sir. No news out of Port Haven from Chris Street yet sir. We haven't heard from him since we left. Flying Officer Michael Mash and Flying Officer Jack have reported back to duty and have both been sent to link up with Merc Fighter-Interceptor Squadron at the supply depot. From his reports, Mash's escort mission went well and we have received payment from the contract. As for Jack, well, he's back from his love date with his girlfriend, not much else beyond that." Despite being friends and both knowing full well what each other went, Taller wasn't surprised that Terrel reverted back to protocol talk on members and squadron names. They had both served during the Clone Wars and had been fighting the Galactic Empire since then. Protocol talk was pretty much second-nature for the two war veterans. Taller chuckled. "Flying Officer Jack, if it isn't women, its flying. And if its not flying, its women. I wonder if he has any other hobbies?" Vacks laughed, "I doubt it." "Did you ever figure out Jack's last name yet?" Terrel shook his head, "Nope. Not a clue." "A guy with no last name who likes starfighters and women...that sounds like a mercenary to me!" Both men laughed at the joke. "With Michael back in the mix, that gives us five pilots to pull from for combat. Better then three." "Very true. But we need to find out more information about this Red Rock and I think I have just the man---or droid---to talk to." "Who's that? Taller forked a thumb over his shoulder at Dak."Lets hear it, Dak." Both Taller and Vacks turned to Dak, who turned the holo projector back on. "While we were retreating from Watava, I noticed Jason Lasso and Nick Skysand bring some-type of rock aboard the ship, talking about it intensely. I didn't think anything of it at first, until the Imperial trap and Imperial Security Bureau Investigator Hilick Soal's comments to use before we escaped the Imperials. I was able to do some quick research between and I searched my memory banks for anything relating to Red Rock in the military sector. Well, I found quite a bit. Not only has the Empire suddenly erased all related files on the subject, but the Red Rock itself has legendary and mythical value dating back some three thousand years! "Long story short, and really the only information I have, is from a civilization known as the Red Rock Kingdom dating back over three thousand years. By accident, a mining crew of this Red Rock Kingdom unearthed a hidden underground city on they're home world of Prime. It seemed forgotten, but it wasn't. From battle reports logged by the Red Rock Kingdom military officers, something called The Beasts came flooding out of the city. After a two year struggle, the Red Rock Kingdom---during that time one of the most prosperous planet governments in the known galaxy---was forced to flee they're world from on-going war. The war was so brutal that they're planet of Prime blew apart, an explosion so violent that it shot its debris into hyperspace all by itself. From there, all information has been secured by the Imperial Security Bureau. "Now, how this relates with us is simple. The Empire wants the Red Rock for some reason and it appears Emperor Palpatine was the one who issued the order to find the Red Rock. The problem is we don't know why the Empire wants it and furthermore, why is Emperor Palpatine believing in this mythical Red Rock now and not before? Something happened, or changed, to alert Palpatine to wanting to care about the Red Rock. "Now, outside of the Red Rock itself, the only evidence I could find that would give us a clue as to where to start are these..." The imagine that appears is of a four legged canine-looking creature standing about waist high on a average man, its body a silky wet black look with a rigid flexibility that muscles underneath it's top layer worked under. A tail ended with a large solid spiky black ball that looked like it could go through a tank's armor! The creature's four paws ended each with four razor-sharp and long claws that looked thick enough to slice through most modern-day blast armor, but not Stormtrooper armor. The canine's head was massive, easily agreeing with the creature's already huge size. It had two green eyes that glowed in the dark, a noise sniffing the air rapidly that was fit for a high-case sensor package on a starfighter, and pointed ears that picked up the slightest sound. Its silky wet black appearance from its body stayed with the face and gave a even more terrifying look to the creature's two over-sized white canine teeth that flanked the outside of the creature's mouth. A red tongue licked at the air in a mouth full of white razor-teeth. Wet slim drooled from its mouth. Its neck was lined with thick skinned breathing sacks on either side that pulsed in and out with the creature's normal breathing. "The reason why this canine-looking animal is our only lead is because whoever makes these things is after the Red Rock as well. And yes, I did say make. They're not naturally born. Whatever they are, or whatever they were I should say, has been altered to a high degree. No doubt these animals were a naturally born canine species at one point. But whoever captured them has turned them into something...different. For one, the air sacks are meant for outer space---these creatures can survive in outer space for an unknown amount of time. They're skin has been altered to keep them alive while in space and they're eyes not only have great depth perception and focus, but they see through heat signatures. "Now, why this is important is because the Empire is after whoever makes these things to get to the Red Rock. How I know this---I overheard a smuggler talking about these animals, the Empire, and a mythical Red Rock before the pirate fight over Port Haven and the Imperial trap. I connected that smuggler's story and our recent run-in with Investigator Soal to come up with this lead. All it is is theory at this point, but its the only theory we have." "And that leads up to another trouble Dak," Taller said. "What is that Captain?" "You need to take a seat, Dak. Vacks and I have to tell you about that asteroid base we sent our pilots to. This is before we knew about the Red Rock. You need to tell us everything you know about, or can find, about the Empire and Red Rock after we tell you our story that happened near the end of the Clone Wars..." No Tag OOG(Roster Update): Take note of the new changes to the roster everyone! In an effort to streamline the roster and cut down in the clutter, a few things have been changed including pilot positions (and ranks) in all flights, ship NPC’s, and Extended Leave and Missing in Action sections. For adding stuff, I've added a link to the class of ship for the Johnny Boy and I have also added the links to everyone's class of starfighter next to they're character's name. I thought that adding everyone's starfighter class would give everyone a better visual while posting and add to the detail of the roster. Finally, with each update, if there are important changes, you will see an OOG (Roster Update). If there are not important updates, you’ll just see the regular OOG at the end of the post with the below information with it. Note: All NPC's can be replaced (retirement, quieting, captured, killed etc.) by a new player's or current player's IC character. NPC's that are locked cannot be replaced unless given permission by the Game Master or Assistant Game Master. Note 2: All ranks are based off of STAR WARS Technical Commentaries (Military Structure). EDIT(s): Grammar x 6, OOG (Roster Update) added -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 10/27 6:23pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC:Winterkill Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee A strange looking canine creature had leapt over Havah Jeth and entered the hangar. Winterkill was only momentarily surprised, for the creatures feral nature and animalistic challenge were plainly understood, and apparently it could see him as plainly as if he were standing in the open. But before anyone could do anything, the creature howled and three more creatures appeared. The one that stared at the nagai, came bounding at him, snarling and eager for the kill. A fierce adrenal rush shot through Winterkill as the creature came in range and pounced. Razor sharp claws extended and ready to rend him asunder. Furious blaster fire echoed through the hangar, but Winterkill's focus was unshaken. Close quarter combat was Winterkill's specialty as his nagai reflexes in combination with his rigorous combat training served him well in these situations. Winterkill bent all the way backwards as the creature's claws grazed his flight suit, audibly shredding the material where contact was made. Winterkill flashed both his Tehk'la blades. The left one he used to strike under the creatures left underarm in order to throw it off its intended trajectory. His right hand blade he used in a delayed strike, and slashed at the creature's whipping tail as it sailed over him. Using the momentum to propel him, Winterkill performed a shoulder roll, then pushed himself to his feet in one smooth acrobatic motion. He didn't even need to look down at his ruined suit. He could feel the cool hangar air blowing through it. The creature skidded as it landed, then regained its footing, but a bit unsteadily. It growled fiercely at Winterkill. "What? you didn't think I had something sharp of my own did you...?" Winterkill chided the creature who was now rethinking its attack options, which the nagai knew better than to give it the opportunity. With a sudden motion, Winterkill bolted towards Lasso's ship, taking a left curving arc as he did so, which he hoped slowed the creature just a little. The nagai pilot was not surprised to hear the sound of sharp claws against the cold hangar floor, or feral growling right behind him. But Winterkill was not trying to outrun the creature. Winterkill ran right into the flood lights beaming from Lasso's ship, hoping that the sudden brightness would blind the creature momentarily. Without slowing, Winterkill leapt onto the nose of Lasso's ship and immediately backflipped. Without wasting a fraction of a second, Winterkill came down with both Tehk'la baldes in a reverse grip, fully intending to drive them down and through the creature's back, thus ending its rampage. There was simply no point to play around here. As far as he was concerned, these things were starving half to death and were more than ready to make a meal out of them. Better to end it first. Tag: Bravo, Mitth, Baskerville, Cadaverous. -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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Darth_Cadaverous Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 10/28 4:20pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Jake Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee Was about to respond to Jason, when another craft entered the base and landed. He shook his head as another pilot popped out. The gang was all here, though he did not personally know the new guy. But it was cool, if Jason thought it was cool. He watched as the new guy saluted and talked to Jason. Though what happened next was called, all hell breaking loose. Lasso’s droid started to go crazy and Lasso translated. “He says his sensors picked up life signs beyond those blast doors” Then Jason pointed his E-11 at the blast doors and commented, "And whatever it is, it's not human." Jake watched a few merge with the shadows and everything else was drowned out by Jake’s own concentration. What came out of those blast doors was total amazement. He did not know if it was a dog or what, but it actually cleared the two’s position in one bound. He counted one for the moment and watched as it landed and looked around. It was a dog for sure, but very mutated to the extreme. The canine had clubbed tail and had no problem on taking on a person of any size, was his guess, but yet he did not touch a weapon. What got to Jake the most was the sacks on either side of their face. Then it yelped or scream he could not tell for sure, and three more came out of hiding. “What am I in this time, a freak show,” he commented to no one. Then they attacked two went for the two hiding and one for him. He instantly lost track of the forth. Jake stood his ground and waited for the right time. The blaster bolts came lancing and knocked the beast down. However to Jake’s own surprise, it got back up and looked at him and he stared back, unafraid…he hoped. Then it jumped for an easy kill, but failed. Jake rolled to his left away from the fighter and came back up with two eighteen inch blades. “Right mutt, do your worse.” His voice was calm and smooth. As the dog thing landed without its intended prey, it quickly turned and tried again. This time, it paced in a half circle, and Jake followed in the opposite direction. “Nice doggy…nice doggy. Do you want a bone, or are you just glad to see me you fur ball?” He twirled the blades in each hand and continued to study the thing. Then it attacked again, and this time, it was much quicker than before. Jake spun out of the way, but not too cleanly. He felt the snag and rip of his hood jacket, which almost threw him completely off balance. Catching himself on a something, he turned and faced the thing. Out of his corner of the eye, he saw someone shoot a dog’s nose sack and it fell, not to get back up. Nodding at that, he used it too his advantage. Instead of the dog, doing the attacking, he fainted to the dog’s left, and almost came back to his right, but caught himself and rolled at the dog’s front, bringing the blades out in front as he came up. He could feel the blades bite deep into something and a hot, wet pressure on his chest. As he looked down at the thing, he could see blood on his clothes and a massive mouth with fangs that could ripe out his heart without thinking, pressed against it. He stayed there for a few seconds longer, then slowly backed away, letting his blades droop a little. When he was back a foot, he felt lucky, for if he missed, he would not be able to retire, for one tooth was still poking him in the chest. He plucked it out, examined it and then pocketed it for safe keeping. But the fight was over as he saw everyone gathering themselves together. As he turned and headed back with the others, he had a small limp in his right leg. “Ah, the pains of having fun,” he grimaced and continued to meet up with everyone. TAG: All -----signature----- I am Darth Cadaverous, Dark Rogue, Dark Lord http://z8.invisionfree.com/The_Dark_Masters/index.php? Seeking Sith Apprentice Trainer of Darkestknight82
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 10/29 10:37am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee As the creature jumped over him to land and survey their little group, he had a real bad feeling about what was about to happen. Something that the creature was only too happy to prove as it made a screamish-howl erupted from its mouth and three more of the creatures appeared at the door, not too unexpected since Lasso's droids had indicated multiple targets. He had just hoped that at least one of them would have been sentient, it would have made this all so much easier. One of the three new creature lept for him, it was a terrifying sight to know that both of your main weapons, though present, were utterly useless becuase your hands were out for a sign of peace and it would take to long get them ready before the beast was commenting on the taste of your blood. Yes, this day was not going well. Ducking to the side as the creature passed he made as if to punch the side of it's face, the hidden vibro blade in his gaunglet extending just enough to drag open a gaping line in the side air sack and nick the armored skin of it's left shoulder. Landing it let out a high pitched snarl, one that was music to his ears, he spoke no words knowing no beast would be able to understand more than the tone. With no avenue for reason he started to circle the creature, something which it quickly responded to half leap and a twisted flip. At first the meaning of it twisting as if it changed it's mind about charging him left him curious. That quickly changed when he spotted the spiked tail coming around from behind the creature, only his honed reflexs and supreme luck allowed him to dive forword and under the attack as the tail spikes dug into the hanger floor, biting out gouges. In his new position nearly between the creatures hind legs he jabbed both hands blades into the base of the tail and twisted, performing a near amputation of the limb. The creature quickly spun around, the weight of it's own tail tearing the last connectors as it flew beneath his starfighter. He pulled his blaster, the Westar, as he spun around into a crouch with arm extended. It's mouth opened as it lunged forward, quickly he depressed the trigger as the mouth began to engulf his arm and blaster. Dropping it fell to the floor, it's mouth proped open with it's teeth resting on his armor. Extricating himself he shook his arm and blaster to sling some of the brain, blood, and tissue off onto the surrounding ground before taking in the surrounding scene. It looked like everyone else had finished their own beasts and were extricating themselves similarly. "Form up." he called, he knew it was time to prepare for the next step. Assess injuries and set prioties for checking out the base. The hall beyond they would have to assess next, before they decided where to head in the now apparently infested complex. TAG: Bravo, Grey, Baskerville, Cadaverous. -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/29 12:25pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players! - Date Edited: 10/29 1:01pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	IC: Jason Lasso Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near the planet of Kalee Jason Lasso was one of the last ones to form up, busy inspecting his creature's blasted skull. "Dude, why don't you stay with the ships. Keep a guard out here for us, huh?" [You think just because I'm a droid I'm not scared crapless about this place either? Its a good thing I'm a droid...but this place does give me the creeps. You better hurry back.] "I will Dude, I will," Jason joined with the group, picking up his E-11 blaster rifle on the way. The carbine had a flash-light attached to the barrel, so Jason activated the light, holstering his blaster pistols. It was nice to be out of his flight suit and in his ground operation clothing. He felt ready to fight anything. "Hey Boss," Jason said, referring to Havah, forked a thumb back towards his dead beast, "I'm no scientist or anything, but it sure looks like those things had two set of lungs. One set of normal lungs, then those air sacks on they're necks. Anyone else think that is a little weird?" There was an echo of rushing of feet and a door closing through the blast doors and around the corner. "Why do I get the feeling that canine monsters didn't close that door?" Jason asked sarcastically in fear. Tag All *************************************** IC: Unknown Person Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near the planet of Kalee Peter ran for all he was worth after closing the blast door. They had woken up the beasts! Stupid people, the nine year-old human thought, Why did they have to wake up the beasts! More would be on the way now! He ran through the living room, tripping over a piece of furniture. He fell right down, facing that dead guy again, his face weathered from decay. He was human...ish. He had a human form---tall at 6'5 and strong looking---but his face was a silky glossy black, his eyes were red when Peter last saw him alive, and his teeth were razor sharp white. His clothing, which remained on him (although not his weapons), was a black armored shell (much like the Imperial Stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire wore, except no helmet) with black gloves. His equipment belt was empty of any weapons, ammo, or other equipment he had once carried outside of that little black box. The dead guy had spoken in a weird language when the soldiers had taken him down weeks ago in a hail of blaster fire...his armor showed the remains of a blaster fight gone very wrong for the dead guy. Peter scrambled to his feet, his hand accidentally hitting that little black box on the dead guy's belt...it starting flashing red silently. Peter didn't know that he hit it when he scambled into the turbolift. Hank would be mad enough at him as it was. No one was supposed to go up top---no one! But as the turbolift doors closed, Peter couldn't help but justify his actions. He liked looking at the sleeping beasts. The soldiers had trapped them in that room, after they had a difficult time killing the beasts, much like the dead guy on the floor. So if they couldn't kill them, they would starve them to death. That plan was working just fine until the "stupid people" woke them up! No matter, Hank would view him as the hero now when he told him of the intruders and saved them all. But the turbolift didn't go anywhere. Peter hit the button again...and again...and again. Nothing! The raggedy looking human refuge could feel his heart pounding now. Oh no! He thought, The stupid people will catch me! They might kill me! In panic, Peter forced the turbolift doors open and scrambled out. He could hear the voices of the "stupid people" now getting closer, there was only one way now---the Emergency Staircase---the way he used to slip out from the Supply Depot to see the monsters. He tried the door---it was locked! Peter voiced in despair, "Oh no! NO! It must have shut and locked!" Surely the "stupid people" would be getting closer. He was sure these people weren't here to rescue them. No, they had to be pirates, just like the last group! They wanted to take their stuff! No, they had to be pirates! He ran across the room, past the dead guy again, and to the Control Tower access. Hank said there was no way to get to the Control Tower and to never go! Hank was an older man, had fought in the Clone Wars, and was always saying not to do this or that. But Hank didn't know that Peter had been secretly finding his way up to the Control Tower through a little known maintenance corridor just big enough for a small child---it was used for cleaning and maintenance droids. Although Peter had never gotten into the Control Tower, he was sure that combined with his last attempt to breach the access hatch at the end of the corridor, he could get in this time. It was almost loose. And then the "stupid people" wouldn't find him. He uncovered the purposely debris covered access hatch and opened it. He slipped into the child-sized access hatch and closed it behind him. Red emergency light greeted him, as always. No droids were ever in here anymore. But the air scrubbers still worked and the air was clean. He started climbing the latter opposite of the mini-turbolift for maintenance and cleaning droids on the corridor wall. Tag everyone EDIT: Grammar, story -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/29 5:01pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	OOG: We have a player returning and was wondering if anyone is able/willing to take up a second character? The role would be as a RIO (Radar Intercept Officer) or WSO (don't know what that stands for). But basically if you've seen the movie Top Gun, Goose is Maverick's RIO. For more information on the position, PM Rally_Fan_84. If you're interested, PM a character sheet to greyjedi125 or me for approval. God Bless, Jason -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Baskerville Registered: Sep '09	Date Posted: 10/30 2:07am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	Michael Mash Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near the planet of Kalee The fight was over quickly and the hangar floor was littered with the corpses of the four fiendish beasts. Michael was still a bit dazed when Squadron Leader, Havah instructed everyone to form up. Michael walked to the centre of the room, his jumpsuit soaked in the animals blood and slime. The smell of the slime was pungent and terrible. Jason then said, "I'm no scientist or anything, but it sure looks like those things had two set of lungs. One set of normal lungs, then those air sacks on they're necks. Anyone else think that is a little weird?" Michael nodded in agreement. "Never seen any creature like that before. I think you're probably right about the air sacks." There was an echo of rushing of feet and a door closing through the blast doors and around the corner. "Why do I get the feeling that canine monsters didn't close that door?" Jason asked sarcastically in fear. I guess there's more where that came from Michael thought morosely to himself. Michael gripped his DL-44s and told his droid, Buddy to stay with the Nightmare until he came back. He had a really bad feeling about this place. A chill coursed through his veins as he awaited Havah's order. Tag: Mitth, Grey, Bravo, Cadaverous -----signature----- Padawan Baskerville, Mister_Master's my Master "There is no death, there is the Force."
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 10/30 4:04pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	IC: Havah Jeth Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near the planet of Kalee As the group came together he let them talk a little as he looked over their various conditions, most just seemed to be coated in a nice layer of Monster Dog slime'n'stuffing. "Possibly made to order beasts, you can see strange things like this all the time coming out of Arkania from specialty buyers if they have enough creds." There was an echo of rushing of feet and a door closing through the blast doors and around the corner. "Why do I get the feeling that canine monsters didn't close that door?" Jason asked sarcastically in fear. "Because they lack fine motor controlled parts." He replied quickly, as he took stock of their situation. If someone else was here, than odds were they had just bested their favored means of dealing with unexpected intruders, probably not the strongest but at least favored blend of docile and viciousness. Stepping back into the hall he took in the lined room, with lockers and gear across the left, and computer stations along the right. There were clothes, half eaten food items, and all covered in a fine film like the hanger. A hasty evacuation for some reason to abandon the place without care for the equipment left behind, so a personel evacuation, wonderful. Another question for another time. On the wall was a map of the base, which he quickly took a static image of. The base was laid out in a farely rash fashion, with all paths leading to the living quarters or commons area. There was the Hanger that they had left, the room they were in now on the otherside of the blast doors was the Access and Logistics Corridor or Hanger Control corridor. Control Tower was labeled in Lockdown in bold, as was the Supply Depot which took up most of the map and asteroids core, and Power Control. Other locations that connected with the Living Quarters section where the barracks, smaller Supply Room probably with reguraly used base supplies, Mess Hall, Kitchen, Sleeping Quarters, and Supply Hanger. The Supply Hanger stood out on his quick observances of it as it displayed a note that it was currently occupied, as well as isolated from the rest of the base except for a long winding corridor from the Living Quarters. "Winterkill, take Michael and Jake and see if you can't run down our mystery guest that probably just unleashed the guard dogs on us. Alive if possible." he knew he didn't need to say anything more on that topic, possible had very meanings, and when it came to a status of a target it was more of a guidline than worrysome need. "Lasso, you and me are going to see if we can gain access to the Control Tower. From there with any luck we can take control of the base and aid Winterkills team. Any questions or assignment transfer requests? If not then we secure the Living Quarters and move out from there." This had the makings of a long day, well the...guard dogs already had made it a long morning, but for some nagging reason he doubted it was not going to be the last obsticle they had to face in this Supply Base. TAG: All -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 11/2 3:51pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	IC:Winterkill Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near Kalee All the canine assailants had been defeated with no casualties on the side of the Mercs, which was something Winterkill was silently grateful for. As he inspected the damage to his flight suit, a small smile crept on his face. He already knew that both Havah Jeth and Jason Lasso had the necessary skills to take care of themselves in a pinch, so he was inwardly glad to see that these newcomers also possessed the stuff. Perhaps this detour would prove beneficial after all. Many speculative comments were made concerning the strangeness of the beasts, which Winterkill listened to with interest. Then the echoing sound of something or someone running just beyond them was heard. "Why do I get the feeling that canine monsters didn't close that door?" Jason asked sarcastically. Winterkill chuckled. The nagai wasn't much of a humorist, but he did enjoy Jason's quips. It was his brand of sarcasm, if he ever decided to speak it aloud. "Because they lack fine motor controlled parts." came Havah Jeth's quick reply. Winterkill recognized that tone. It meant the arkanian was using his tactical mind to approach their situation. Winterkill's smile widened at that. Winterkill had several burning questions is his mind, but he knew they did not know enough to answer them, which made them rhetorical at best. How did those beasts get on this station, and who was responsible? Hmmm. He was sure the answer would not be an easy one to find, and he was unsure if the information was pertinent to their mission. Like Havah Jeth, Winterkill took a detailed look of their surroundings and noticed the peculiarities of their location. Something was not right in the station. Something had happened here, clearly. The question was 'what' exactly. Without making a sound, Winterkill walked up to where Havah Jeth studied a wall map, and the nagai likewise studied it. Any information about their location was very useful at this point. Silently, he committed the locations shown on the map tp memory. Then while still studying the map, Havah Jeth spoke. "Winterkill, take Michael and Jake and see if you can run down our mystery guest that probably just unleashed the guard dogs on us. Alive if possible." Winterkill nodded, noting how Havah Jeth included the word 'alive'. He said it only when it was necessary to do so, and he understood this. "Yes, sir." "Lasso, you and me are going to see if we can gain access to the Control Tower. From there with any luck, we can take control of the base and aid Winterkill's team. Any questions or assignment transfer requests? If not then we secure the Living Quarters and move out from there." Winterkill faced the Flight Leader and saluted him crisply before moving on to gather the other two pilots. "Michael, Jake. You're with me. We're going hunting." the nagai said in his low and sinister tone as he joined the two. "I'll take point and be the decoy, so you two will trail behind, one after the other and stay hidden as best you can. Set your coms to receive silent code in case we need to communicate. Arms at the ready." Winterkill waited a moment to hear confirmation before continuing. "I'll open the blast doors and enter, count to five, then Michael will follow. Jake, you guard the rear and follow three seconds after Michael. Are there any questions?" Winterkill's face remained unreadable as he waited for the two pilots to acknowledge. Many thoughts were going through his head, but he'd have to sort those out later. For now, securing the base was imperative to their survival, and the quicker they did this, the quicker they'd be able to refuel and rejoin Captain Taller and the rest of the Mercs...wherever they were. Tag, Winterkill team: Baskerville, Cadaverous, (Mitth, Bravo) -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 11/5 4:16pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	IC: Jason Lasso Forgotten asteroid base, somewhere near the planet of Kalee "Winterkill, take Michael and Jake and see if you can't run down our mystery guest that probably just unleashed the guard dogs on us. Alive if possible." he knew he didn't need to say anything more on that topic, possible had very meanings, and when it came to a status of a target it was more of a guidline than worrysome need. "Lasso, you and me are going to see if we can gain access to the Control Tower. From there with any luck we can take control of the base and aid Winterkills team. Any questions or assignment transfer requests? If not then we secure the Living Quarters and move out from there." This had the makings of a long day, well the...guard dogs already had made it a long morning, but for some nagging reason he doubted it was not going to be the last obsticle they had to face in this Supply Base. Jason had been standing rear guard, watching the droids (who were left behind) guarding the starfighters when Havah spoke. Jason hated leaving the astromechs behind, mostly for their sensors. They could really use a early warning of enemy threats within this place. But nonetheless, someone had to guard the ships. He turned to Havah. "You got it boss. Lets get to it!" "I'll open the blast doors and enter, count to five, then Michael will follow. Jake, you guard the rear and follow three seconds after Michael. Are there any questions?" Winterkill already had his team up to the blast doors and Jason filed in behind Jake. Once Winterkill, Michael, and Jake had secured the living room, Jason imagined he and Jeth would flow towards the Control Tower as Winterkill's team provided cover. It was the entry team securing the position and covering, while a second team followed in behind under the entry team's covering weapons. At least that's how Jason thought it was going to work out at first. Tag Mitth (Grey, Cadaverous, Baskerville) -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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Darth_Cadaverous Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 11/5 6:51pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	OOC:Sorry everyone, been busy as nuts, and not done yet...I will get caught up this weekend. Sorry for the delay -----signature----- I am Darth Cadaverous, Dark Rogue, Dark Lord http://z8.invisionfree.com/The_Dark_Masters/index.php? Seeking Sith Apprentice Trainer of Darkestknight82
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 11/9 9:01am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!
	OOG: We'll be moving the game along tonight. Just wanted to let everyone know. [face_happy -----signature----- Believer in Jesus Christ "All right, I'll give it a try." - Luke Skywalker, ESB "No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try." - Yoda, ESB "Now, be brave, and don't look back. Don't look back." - Shmi Skywalker, TPM
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