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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 8/19 7:11pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Its all good, oreotragus. Its good to have you back. Kartanym, a PM is sent you're way. Hey guys, pay attention to the briefing room. You'll be spending some time in there quite a bit during the game. We need other parts of the ship 'designed'. So, if any of you want to design part of the interior of the ship, here's you're chance. Its a free-for-all, so first come, first serve (just post it, you don't have to PM Grey or me). But you only get one part of the ship (at least to start), so everyone gets a chance. Here are the 'major' areas and you may add any areas you wish as we go along in the game. I want to gather all of these posts of the ship's interior and post them all together, so when someone views the Johnny Boy, they get the complete picture. Everyone gets to design their own quarters as well, so consider that as a place to design as well, so everyone gets two places to design really at first. Mess Hall Hanger Bay Medical Bay Engineer Area (Engines) Starfighter Ready Rooms Gym Personal Quarters (everyone) IC: Jason Lasso Briefing Room, Johnny Boy, Port Haven Jason Lasso stood up along the back of the wall of the briefing room, his arms crossed over his chest, as he listened to the comm chatter between Christ Streets and Rick Taller. Both Jason and Taller had been ordered into flight suits and both Mercs stood by in their flight gear, waiting for the call to go. They're respected starfighters were already being fueled and armed, in case the enemy 'boss' who tried to kill Winterkill, whoever that was---no one really knew yet, tried to escape off planet. Terrel Vacks would naturally take over command at that point if the two pilots got the call to go. Terrel, Taller, and Jason all stood in the briefing room, Taller and Vacks standing over a circular hologram projector in the front of the room, a hologarpic imagine floating above it; the briefing room was a circular room with a set of double blast doors leading out into the corridor outside at the back of the room. At the front of the room, a few feet in front of the front wall so one could walk all the way around it, sat a circular hologram projector in the 'middle' of the front of the room. Between the back wall and double blast doors and hologram projector in the front of the room were a series of seats bolted to the floor in four rows deep with each row having twelve chairs each. The four rows curved inward on either outward edges of each row, as to make the chairs a half circle facing the hologram projector. The floor was standard Imperial gray carpeting with white walls with small circular built into the ceiling lights along the edges of the wall and ceiling all the way around the room. A large main light sat overhead attached to the ceiling, giving more light to the whole room. Lasso for his part stood along the port wall, waiting and watching the two command staff officers. A live footage of where Chris Streets was at was being recorded through a mini-holo recorder built into his scope---and displayed over the hologram projector for all to see---and a comlink connection was set up between the sniper and the briefing room's loud speakers. "They're going into the Octagon," Chris Streets commented on as his scope followed the action, "Orders, sir?" "Hold you're position and observe and support. Only engage if Mercs are threatened. Keep a watch on those two that Mira tied up. They stay where they are," Taller answered. Before Streets could answer, Hallomar walked into the briefing room, eyes alive with recent and urgent news to report... No Tag -----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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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/20 12:06am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Port Haven alley Nodding with some approval he watched as his shot flew through empty space to ensnarl...a tree. "Never did research what this does to plants." he mumbled. He had to admit though that Mira could handle herself really well in a tight situation, now if she could be there for her teammates on time, namely Winterkill he would have to hold her in high esteem. Although leaving her catch behind was a bit unorthodox, especially with one of them awake. Stepping back he moved over and motioned the Chagrian to come, "Do you two need any help?" The Gungan looked up, the Rodian meanwhile stayed very loose, "Yah, untie me! Did you see that crazy human female?" "Women, the root of so many problems..." at this point the Chagrian and his load came into view as the Gungans eyestalk twisted, of course what the Gungan noticed was silk in webbed goon, "Me, I'm hungry and soon to cause more." With that he moved the pad of the stick forward to the back of the gungans head, causing an interesting display as the eyes bugged out, the ear flaps acted as though they were fighting to detach themselves, and the tongue showed how long and wriggly it really was from an open mouth. Once the wagging form stopped, and a few passerby's quickened their pace he nodded to the Chagrian. "I'll take these to go." Pulling back his hood slightly he looked around for a brief moment as the Chagrian bent over, before quickly covering himself again to the shadows of the cloak. "Follow me." Finding a meat cart near the Octagon it took just a quick payoff, the dumping of the three bodies into the crate with the...well he wasn't about to guess what meat by-product it was supposed to be as he couldn't read the side labels, but it at least came with low grade hover unit on the bottom. So with a quick flip of sixty creds he was able to sufficiently thank the alien before heading on to the Octagon. Once inside he looked around, he had never really 'been' before to the spot. Well he had watched holo matches as a course of purvue but had never thought to do anything more about it. Grabbing a fellow that looked like he might have a spot high enough...or rather was employed there he asked for Winterkill's side. Next thing he knew he was standing by the grating next to entry tunnel that Winterkill left out of, and he was getting few orders for whatever it was he had brought. Apparently he was being mistaken for a deliveryboy or food vendor. This could be interesting. TAG: Merc's at Octagon if noticed -----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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oreotragus Registered: Jul '09	Date Posted: 8/20 7:50pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Mira T’saaren The Octagon, Port Haven The number of people around began to increase as Mira, with little difficulty, found the arena known as “The Octagon”. An even mix of humans and aliens were there, some who looked a little more seedy than she cared for. A mix of curious smells arose around her as she made her way in, with various vendors catering to the crowd on the fringe of the spectator’s area. The jeers and yells of the crowd would rise and fall in accordance with whatever action was taking place in the arena below. Mira saw the match on the oversized monitors encircling the Octagon before she managed to push her way forwards. She hadn’t yet caught sight of any Mercs at the match yet, but she knew some had to be here. Her hand slipped to her blaster and felt its reassuring presence in the holster at her side as she looked down at the fight. A man jostled against her from the side, and in annoyance she jostled back just as hard. Winterkill seemed to be handling himself in his match well so far. His opponent looked quite capable himself, but no major hits had apparently been scored yet. If she was a gambling person, she would have put her money on Winterkill. He had a deadly air of confidence around him that chilled her, and made her glad to be on his side. The crowd jostled and cheered around her, pressing in uncomfortably close. She turned her gray eyes to the crowd encircling the arena, keeping an eye out for any apparent trouble. With two hangups just on the way here, she doubted things would suddenly go smoothly from here on out. The Corellian woman had only been with the Mercs for less than a week, and as of yet there hadn’t been a dull moment – at this thought, she gave a tight half-smile and pushed her back through the crowd. Winterkill could handle himself down there alright – so she began to skirt the arena and the crowd of onlookers to watch for both troublemakers and for fellow Mercs. Tag: involved Mercs -----signature----- There isn't a mome rath born who can outgrabe me! Watch out for the Hovering Bat-Dog and the Long-haired Wolfcat
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 8/21 6:50am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Havah Jeth, Mira T'saaren, Chris Streets & Winterkill Port Haven, The Octagon The chiss nodded in satisfaction as he was about to speak into his communicator-headset mouth piece. The service catwalk up by the rafter was unattended and he was able to place the 'out of order' sign he'd found, at the base of the ladder leading up to his position. From where he was, the chiss had a good view of the crowd below and the general happpenings, not to mention the main event. "They're going into the Octagon," Chris Streets commented as his scope followed the action, "Orders, sir?" ["Hold you're position and observe and support. Only engage if Mercs are threatened. Keep a watch on those two that Mira tied up. They stay where they are,"] Taller answered. "Roger, that." Streets said, acknowledging his orders. Streets did a general sweep of the excitable, and for the most part, saw nothing out of the ordinary, all things considered..except for a hooded rodian. It wasn't the hooded part that drew Streets' attention, but the simple fact that the alien kept jumping up and down like everyone else, except that he kept drawing and reholstering his side arm. That was suspect behavior, and it clearly showed that he meant to use it. But the question was, on who? Streets also thought he heard the rodian shout, 'Kill him, Kill him, Kill him!" instead of "killshot" like everyone else around him. It was ironic that the rodians terribly accented basic gave him away. This one he'd have to keep an eye on. On his following sweep, Streets was able to pinpoint Mira's new position, and a still figure that very much resembled..... "I'll be damned. I almost missed him....again." Chris shook his head and smiled to himself as he was able to make out the form that was Havah Jeth and some hapless alien demanding some sort of service from him, from the looks of it. The chiss gave a chuckle as he thought how'd the poor alien would probably have better luck getting alms from a Hutt crime lord, than eliciting anything not mission related from the arkanian. Meanwhile, within the Octagon itself, Winterkill and Killshot were circling each other like sandpanthers on the warpath, both twirling their blades, both taunting and looking for an opening, a weakness in either one's defense. "You know you won't be getting out of here alive, nagai..." Killshot said as he circled and gave a knowing and predatory smile. Winterkill supressed the urge to roll his eyes. If he had a credit everytime someone said that to him, he'd be able to buy his own resort planet by now, however, he knew exactly what Killshot was refering to, but his opponent was not the only one with hidden surprises. "I'm taking your jacket as my prize. I need a new throw rug." Winterkill sneered. "Ahhhhh!" Killshot shouted as he came at Winterkill with a series of slashing flurries. The larger man swung blade over blade with great force, as he was using his skill and strength to overpower the smaller nagai. The crowd cheered in response to the mounting aggression. But Winterkill knew excatly what the Coruscanti Ace was attempting to do, so he simply evaded the more obvious attacks and artfully deflected the real strikes. Bright sparks flew everytime the wookie Ryyk balde impacted against the nagai Tehk'la blade, followed by a distinct and sonorous metallic ring. Excitement shot through the crowd like a jolt of lightning. "Get him! Finish him already!!" someone shouted in basic. For a moment, it looked as if Killshot placed Winterkill on the defensive with his power strikes as he advanced on his pale skinned opponent, but in a blink of an eye, the sparks and ringing came faster and faster as Winterkill turned the tables on the large human with his speedy counters. Now it was Killshot's turn to be on the defensive, lest an apparently errant counter-slash take him. It was during one of those sparking moments that Killshot felt a painful blow to his left knee! courtesy of a surprise low thrust kick by Winterkill. "Augh!!!" Killshot cried out as he went down on one knee, even as he used his right blade to prop himself up and and keep himself from becoming completely vulnerable, and raised the left blade to ward off any incomning attacks. Deftly and almost as soon as the defense was raised, Winterkill disarmed the man. The crowd cheered and thundered, regardless of favourites. Winterkill ignored them all. His left balde was at Killshot's throat even before the human's disarmed weapon clattered on the floor. "Any last words...?" came Winterkill's voice, his tone as chilly as that of a grim reaper. Killshot looked up defiantly and almost laughed. "It doesn't make a difference what you do here nagai. You're still dead..." the man said with an unsettling confidence, then took the opportunity to give Winterkill a curiously appraising look. "Tell me... how is it that you're still standing? actually, never mind..." Killshot grinned and shook his head as if he were just realizing something. "I shouldn't be too surprised, this from someone with your past, but don't get to happy, the legitiamate heir of Ulriss is hell bent on getting back daddy's things..." Killshot grinned evily. Winterkill's eyes widened in surprise, and just as he was to react, a fiery sensation welled up within him and caused him to go into a couhing fit. So intense it was that he had to step back as he tried to get himself under control. Killshot nodded in satisfaction and slowly got up while the nagai coughed uncontrollably. The uproarious crowd was losing it's collective mind by now. "Well, that took long enough to take effect..." Killshot commented in a smug tone as he hobbled towards Winterkill. "I should have realized that your mando training would include high resistance to poisons, but that only lasts for so long, doesn't it....now look at you." Winterkill kept his eyes focused on his opponent, even as he tried to keep the caughing under control. He didn't have to look at the wetness to know that it was coloured red. He had to finish this quickly. His hands were feeling heavier and heavier by the moment, his legs were losing their ability to support his weight. Frakking poison. "Do hold that pose...make it easy on yourself. To join your fellow nagai....isn't that what you really want?" Killshot said cryptically as his raised his arm to execute a downward slash on his opponent Summoning his survivalist focus, Winterkill used a sudden burst of energy to exploit the moment. He let Killshot commit to the blow and waited for the eager human to strike. As the blade came down, Winterkill threw himself sideways and went into a low roll. His blade slashed deeply into Killshot's already weakened knee, which in turned caused the large human to come crashing down. But the Coruscanti Ace was not going to give up sp easily. Killshot threw up a slashing defense while prone, despite the pain, but it was slow. Winterkill disarmed him, then impaled one of his blades in the man's shoulder, pinning him to the spot. "YAAAAAAAAARRRHHHHHHGGGG!!"" Killshot's pained scream could bearly be heard above the thurderous clamour of the crowd. "KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!!!" the shouted hungrily. Winterkill was too busy struggling as he tried to get up. shooting pain wracked his limbs as they threathened paralysis. His breathing was laboured and ragged and he was sweating profusely. He hardly had any strength left in him at all. It was now his turn to hobble to one of Killshot's disarmed weapons. The nagai sheathed one of his blades, before taking up a Ryyk blade and began the long and slow process of dragging it back, even though his enemy was a few meters away. Through the pain, Killshot looked over and realized what the nagai was attempting to do. A panicked look came over hi sface, then he grimmaced as a shooting pain coursed through him. That was for moving his head and not minding the blade impaled in his right shoulder. The Coruscanti aced tried to reach with his left arm, but that was futile. The effort was too agonizing. "Wait... wait.... you win, you win....." Killshot said with urgency. "Red...... and........Black.......match......" was all that Winterkill could manage to respond through a fatigued snarl. He was drenched in his own sweat and his raven hair was plastered against the pale skin of his face. His dark eyes were barely visible. "Wait....what about the heir of Ulriss....think about that...." Winterkill was beyond listening as he struggled to raise the Ryyk blade. It was so monumentally heavy for him, that he had to use both hands in the attempt. Killshot raised an arm to as if to ward himself inpreparation for what was to come, but in doing so, agonizing pain drove him to unconscious oblivion. Winterkill barely managed to get the blade off the ground, before his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he pitched forward and fell ontop of his opponent, crossing him. The nagai's body was convulsing, but like his opponent, he was no longer conscious. There was a mixed reaction from the crowd as some cheered and others booed! Those were probably the ones who were involved in heavy betting. The red part of the match was fulfilled, but not the black and a judgement still had to be mae on the final portion of the match. From either entrance, standby medical teams of mixed races rushed in with medical beds and equipment. They were used to this sort of thing, so they proceeded with practiced efficiency. The hooded rodian was visibly upset by it all. "No, no, no.! you were supposed to Die! die! die!!" he screamed, blaster pistol in hand. Then suddenly, he rushed into the Octagon, with the clear intention of using his weapon. Tag: Mercs!!! ( forgive typos and mispellings. Pressed for time.) ********************************* Co-GM's Note I'm going to be on reduced availability from Aug 21-31. Hopefully I can get internet access during that time. That will be a priority. So enjoy the post. The scene is 95% done, so we'll soon be able to get to our regularly scheduled starfighter program. Until then, take care all, and thanks for participating. -----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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Kartanym Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 8/22 8:29am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 8/22 8:37am (1 edits total) Edited By: Kartanym
	OOC: GM Approved. Name: Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano Gender: Male Age: 27 Species: Human Homeworld: Tatooine Affiliation: Whoever pays the most Personality ---Traits: Intelligent, humorous, outlandish ---Likes: Fixing things ---Dislikes: Someone else destroying his good work ---Habits: speaks his mind when it isn't required, cracks a joke much the same. Appearance ---Skin Color: Pale (sun? what sun?) ---Hair Color: light brown ---Eye Color: pale green ---Clothing: dark orange overalls, slightly worn and rarely washed. military style boots, probably stolen. long sleeved white shirt, equally as worn as the overalls. ---Other Attributes: Always has some form of dirt or oil on his face, making his skin darker than it actually is. ---Other Details: despite his looks, surprisingly well kept, short hair style and soft features. Someone once told him he'd look half decent in a tux. Weapons: Starship ---Name: Betty ---Class: Customised 'F' Wing Starfighter ---Hyperdrive Class: Class One ---Weapon(s): Twin laser cannons, five proton torpedoes, five anti torpedo flares ---Shields: Medium Class, front and rear, adjustable. ---Sublight Speed: 4,150 G ---Crew: 1 Pilot ---Passenger(s): None ---Max Cargo (kg): 20kg ---Interior Description: Tight, just enough room for the pilot, but surprisingly comfortable and efficient. ---Other Details: The F Wing is Tee's own creation, using parts off various starfighters across the Galaxy. It's designed to be the fastest starfighter around, without skimping out on weaponry and defence systems. Stripped down to the barest of weight classes, the fighter negates the need for a droid pilot, replacing it with an onboard system acting as both automatic pilot and personal assistant. It's hard to tell what it looks like, one part N1 Starfighter, one part Imperial Tie Fighter, that really needs a new paint job, not that Tee cares for looks. It's what's inside that counts. Other ---Weapon: Hand pistol, neatly tucked away within overalls. Biography ---Personal History: Little is known about Tee's childhood, mainly because most adoption laws on his home planet were either destroyed or stolen. What is he aware of, however, was that his father was a pilot, though he isn't sure whether he was Old Republic or New Imperial. Either way, his own interest in mechanics and design were born from his 'other' adopted parents, a couple who lived next to the adoption centre who taught him everything he knows. He quickly used his skills to set up his own business as a teenager, fixing lowly transport vehicles and speeder bikes. He always kept his head low, working on his own private projects such as the F Wing within his warehouse, preferring to stay out of sight from any Imperial or Rebel doings. But his name was well known through-out most circles, and as he grew older, he became known as Mr. Fixit, a relatively kind hearted soul who would do anything for laugh but always kept law and order by his side, just in case. As of a few days ago, he finally completed his F-Wing project. Early tests showed the fighter was even faster than he first predicted. Somehow, however, his data had been leaked to the public, and the Empire was keenly interested in buying his research. Fortunately, and perhaps unfortunately for him, they weren't the only ones interested in his services... IC: Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette, Holding Cell B Out-skirts of the Whendyll System "Excuse me?" ... "EXCUSE ME!" Tee's mouth was drying out. Seriously, how hard is it to get a frelling drink around here?. It had been almost eight days since he'd been dragged aboard the murky depths of the Corvette, or at least it felt like eight days ... maybe it was five. Whatever. Either way, no-one had spoken to him, food was scarce, and to cap it all, not a reading light in sight. It didn't exactly surprise him that the 'pirates' had raided his warehouse. He figured the Imperials had something to do with it, probably because he never returned their calls. Since some low life had hacked his datapad, leaking the early test data of the F-Wing across the entire holonet, the Empire had been hounding him day in, day out, and they weren't the only ones. He wasn't interested in the credits, though. The way he saw it, whoever did get their hands on it would either turn it into a pile of poodoo, or worse, better it. "Come on guys. I doubt your employer asked for a dried up husk of a former male tech!" Then again, maybe it WAS someone else. But who? He didn't owe anyone anything, never caused a row in a bar ... well, except for that one time, stupid Gredgle and his glass eye trick. Maybe it was mistaken identity? Or someone jealous of his exploits? Or perhaps he was just dreaming up as many stupid thoughts in his head to help him ignore the fact that he was "Dying of thirst, you stupid pirate scum!" Oh yeah, sure, go all racial stereotypes on them, that'll help. While you're at it, why don't you scream blue murder about their poor dress code! They'll love that. What he wouldn't give for a simple, honest answer. At least that way he would know how to prepare for his eventual, and no doubt horrific, death. Let's be fair, no situation like this ends happily. TAG: Anyone interested. -----signature----- United Survival: A Choose Your Own Adventure RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30353484/p1
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 8/22 10:18pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Welcome Kartanym! Hey guys, Grey and I were talking, and we'll be introducing a slicer NPC here. Hope you all enjoy! IC: Ensign Ta' Buk Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette, nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System The Aqualish Ta' Buk sighed as the blast door opened to Holding Cell B. The lone pig-like Gamorrean guard snapped to a sloppy attention, the Gamorrean's T-6 Thunderer heavy blaster pistol slipped into a slacking blaster belt around his waist and his virbo-ax handle in his hand, the ax's head resting on the floor at his feet. The Gamorrean guard was probably living up the over-heated Holding Cell B with the complete darkness, other then the emergency light over the blast door and the small desk light over the guard's table and chair, with his half-gone drink resting on the table. Although space travel was usually cold, there had been an environmental control malfunction a few days ago in Holding Cell A, which had super-heated the holding cell and killed all the prisoners in there. Although Ta' personally could have cared less about the souls rotting in Holding Cell A, Captain 'One Eye' had a different opinion and had thrown the Ishi Tib guard, who caused the malfunction, into the air lock and ejected him into space. That was lost profit in the dead prisoners according to One Eye, but to Ta', it was just more food saved for the pirate crew themselves. Somehow the malfunction had moved its way over to Holding Cell B the same day, but before the holding cell got too hot, the problem was stopped and somewhat reversed, but regardless of saving the prisoners in Holding Cell B, the holding cell itself was still above normal temperatures for a space ship and the sweating Aqualish couldn't wait to be done with his assignment in here and be back to colder places on the ship. If heat and darkness wasn't already enough for Ta', the pirate crew's most recent prisoner was rather annoying. So annoying he had become in fact, that the Gamorrean guard had resorted to wearing head-phones and playing music to tone the human out. Ta' would have just shot the prisoner by now and dumped him into the air lock and out into space, but Captain One Eye had specifically said that no harm was to come to the human. The Galactic Empire was paying the pirate captain too many credits to let the rotten human die. But that didn't mean Ta' had to feed the dirty human scum. And so, he had dutifully left a few meals back at the mess hall, as well as water for the human. Just because Ta' couldn't kill the human, didn't mean he couldn't take a few pounds off of his bones. But after hearing the human's voice resound through the bulk-heads for many a night, Ta' had to feed him something, just so the prisoner would shut up. Turning on the lights made most of the other prisoners in Holding Cell B cover their eyes. Ta' then made his way to where the human, named Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano, was at. He looked at the gathering group of prisoners in the large cell known as Holding Cell B, and grunted, sliding the food tray under the red laser bars and into the holding cell. Like a bunch of rodents after crumbs, most of the prisoners scrambled to the tray to each get their small bowl of soup and piece of bread. Next the Ensign motioned for the guard, who grabbed a five gallon jug of water from by his desk and started filling plastic cups up with water, each cup of water passed to each one of the prisoners under the laser bar in turn. Ta' grunted at "Tee," saying in broken Basic, "Why don't you act more like you're slicer friend over there, the human?" Ta motioned his head over to the small skeleton-like framework of what appeared to be left of a male human being with torn black clothing and black pilot boots with silver-colored stun cuff rings on each wrist, but the middle of the stun cuffs broken off sometime ago; the slicer human had black hair that was ragged and not cut in sometime, with light skin that had spots of old grease and other liquids and fluids on his skin, with blue eyes sunken into his eye sockets. The 'slicer human,' who he had become to be called by the pirate crew, had been a fixture in Holding Cell B for some weeks now. No one knew his story, other then the raiding party that had gone down planet side and from that party, no one had returned other then Captain One Eye himself with the human slicer tied up in rope, with the broken stun-cuffs already on his wrists. And Captain One Eye wasn't saying anything to anyone about what happened planet side, the last crew member that did ask a question was shot by Captain One Eye himself and thrown into the air lock and ejected into space. After that, no one dared to ask any more questions. But whatever the case may be, Captain One Eye was keeping the slicer human alive for a reason he wasn't telling anyone. "He never speaks, unlike you, who are loud and annoying. If I had my chance, I'd kill you Tee. You killed two of my best men raiding you're Hutt-hole of a place! They were worth more then you!" Tag Kart -----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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Kartanym Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 8/23 7:20am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 8/23 7:22am (1 edits total) Edited By: Kartanym
	OOC: Thanks Bravo Good to be here. IC: Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette Nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System Holding Cell B "Why don't you act more like you're slicer friend over there, the human?," the Aqualish's dishevelled Basic grunted over the noise of Tee's fellow inmates as they scrambled for whatever food or water they could get their hands on. Tee glanced over at the forlorn figure tucked away at the rear of the cell, ""He never speaks, unlike you, who are loud and annoying." "Maybe I prefer to make my presence known," he smirked back, trying to keep his cool, "Kinda like you ... minus the impotence." "If I had my chance, I'd kill you Tee," the brute's voice rose, "You killed two of my best men raiding your Hutt-hole of a place! They were worth more than you!" "What do you get paid in, womp rats?," Tee bit back as the guard reluctantly let them be, the two keeping a firm eye lock the entire way before the Aqualish vanished behind the blast door. Tee sighed. "Typical. All words and no play." He turned his attention back to the stranger, taking what little bread and water was left from the feeding frenzy with him. The Aqualish was right about one thing, he hadn't budged since Tee had been thrown in with the others. Residing to your own fate is one thing, but not even getting up to pee? "Hey, kiddo," he said, raising the small cup to the mans lips, "Come on, don't make me look like an idiot. I know there's someone in there. Hm?" Not a word from the slicer in reply, though Tee did catch a slight hint of a sip as the water touched the poor man's lips. "I guess that's something" Tee sighed. Tag: Bravo -----signature----- United Survival: A Choose Your Own Adventure RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30353484/p1
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 8/24 6:46pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: In-Jailed Slicer Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette, nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System, Holding Cell B "Hey, kiddo," he said, raising the small cup to the mans lips, "Come on, don't make me look like an idiot. I know there's someone in there. Hm?" Not a word from the slicer in reply, though Tee did catch a slight hint of a sip as the water touched the poor man's lips. "I guess that's something" Tee sighed. He wouldn't understand, the slicer thought to himself, No one would. But... The slicer mentally waved the thought off. Although there was everyone in Holding Cell B from one-time passengers on high-end passenger liners to you're average citizen, none of them portrayed any real scientific-mind towards technology. So he wouldn't be able to share with them what they needed to know. But this other guy, this Teeganithan or "Tee" as most people called him, showed at least some intelligence beyond a space slug. The slicer had kept hearing something chatted back and forth about some F-Wing this Tee fellow kept talking about. And if the slicer's observations proved right, then this Tee person was the man behind this F-Wing. Or he was just another spacer making stories sound five hundred times bigger then what they really were. Either way, if Tee remotely had the ability to built a starfighter and from further observations from the slicer, on his own and not part of a major corporation, then the slicer hoped that this Tee might know some code talk. If Tee had any spacer knowledge regarding slicers and general spacer techs that worked on all finds of spacecraft from starfighters and small freighters to capital warships, then he might know this little known code. It had taken the slicer's former employer and the slicer himself months to track this code that, it turned out, was out-dated since during the Clone Wars. But, there were still a small number of out-laws that used the out-dated and barely known code. Tearing off a piece of tattered clothing, a small rough piece from his arm, he took the spoon from the near-by soup and itched in a series of block letters. It was a mix of numbers and letters three long. But if one looked beyond the surface, they would find that the simple mix of letters and numbers was a complex message involving directions and access codes. It was an escape plan. Tag Kart -----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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Kartanym Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 8/25 5:08am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 8/25 5:12am (1 edits total) Edited By: Kartanym
	IC: Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette Nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System Holding Cell B "Sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is. One minute you're just minding your own business, trying oh so hard to make a living out of your own imagination, the next you're a marked man, at the mercy of fate thanks to some stupid pirates, a bunch of crazy scientists who think my work is actually worth something, and the Empire who ... well, I guess we all know about 'that' one. Always trying to be one step ahead of everyone else. Damn fools wouldn't know a thing about real brains, not the dull drones they've got growing out of that academy of theirs. I swear, it's like they're all as dumb as each other sometimes. Maybe that whole 'Clone' thing I heard about has merit after all. I don't know, what do you think?" Tee's wondrous perception of his current situation married neatly to his diluted understanding of politics had almost completely ignored his new friends scribbling exercise. "You didn't hear a word I said then, did you?" he said, partly taken aback by the slicers sudden movement, "Nice to see you moving, if that means anything." As each symbol, or at least it resembled a symbol, slowly appeared one by one, Tee's head whirled into action. "Hey, I know that. It's old though, real old," he kept his voice low, "Wait a minute, is that? Woah, woah, you're not actually thinking of ... you know ... breaking out? Have you SEEN those guards? You must be mad, which explains a lot under the circumstances." As the last few letters were marked out, Tee nodded to himself, silently thanking the Gods that he'd read up on Old Republic technical code readouts during his lunch breaks. "All right, I get it" he said, "It has some merit. Though how you got all this is beyond me, I'm gonna take your ... uh ... 'word' for it. There's just one thing you've missed out there. It's nothing much, teeny tiny really. See ... there's no mention of getting out of here, you know, holding cell B? What about that, smarty pants? And it better be good." tag: Bravo -----signature----- United Survival: A Choose Your Own Adventure RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30353484/p1
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 8/29 11:26am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	Chris Streets (& Winterkill) Port Haven, The Octagon A hooded rodian was visibly upset by the outcome of the match. He seemed to be taking things a bit 'personally', according to Streets' estimation. "No, no, no! You were supposed to die! die! die!!" screamed the hooded rodian, blaster pistol in hand. Then suddenly, he rushed into the Octagon, with the clear intention of using his weapon. The chiss was not about to take any chances, not after all they had gone through thus far. In a smooth motion, Chris brought his weapon to bare, took aim as he targeted the rodian through the scope, then squeezed the trigger. A single blistering bolt of crimson energy was released, which struck the hooded alien in the back, immediately taking him out of action. As the rodian fell to the ground, Chris silently, but quickly moved locations, just in case anyone tried to trace the origin of the shot. With his location somewhat compromised, the chiss knew not to stay perched up high for too long. As it was, he saw that he'd have cause to move. The chiss began to move out, even as he spoke firmly, but in a low voice into his communicator. "Captain. Streets here. I see the Octagon medical team is moving bothWinterkill and the Killshot. The Coruscanti Ace has a nasty wound to his shoulder, but it looks like Winterkill was poisoned. He may not have much time. Medics are swarming all over him. I'm going to follow and track them, see where they're taking them. I'll report back with a final location. Streets out." Chris Streets was glad that the crowd was still pretty much in an uproar as he managed to make his stealthy descent. He doubted anyone would be paying him any mind, or look in his direction. Before touching the ground, Chris made a motion to both Havah Jeth and Mira T'saaren, the only two other mercs he managed to spot within the arena. He indicated that he was going to follow the small convoy of medics, then just as quickly, he merged with the crowd and blended into public anonymity. Winterkill's stint in the octagon probably didn't go as he had imagined, but hardly anything did. Chris silently shook his head at the nagai's apparent 'death wish' and hoped that the Mercs didn't have to attend yet another funeral. Only time would tell. Tag: GM ( Anyone else, if necessary ) OOC: This concludes the Octagon's main event. We can go on to our central story. I'll tie this up as we move along. Thanks all. -----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: 8/30 12:02am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game) - Date Edited: 8/30 12:04am (1 edits total) Edited By: Bravo
	OOG: Some information below for the following post. Sheathipede-class transport shuttle (Neimoidian Shuttle) TIE/In starfighter (TIE Fighter) Ugly IC: Terrel Vacks Briefing Room, Johnny Boy, Port Haven Between Hallomar's report and Chris Streets' report, things were moving very quickly suddenly. "Copy that," Vacks said in response to Chris' report, then switched comlinks over to Havah Jeth and Mira T’saaren, "Havah, you and Mira get Winterkill. Get him whatever medical drugs you can stuff into him to make him whole again and operational---I need Winterkill and you two in cockpits yesterday! And get Nick Skysand back in one piece. Once you three are back here, you three are launching and the Johnny Boy is following. We have trouble and lots of it! Lasso and Taller are already heading to the combat zone as we speak!" Once he had ended the comlink with Havah and Mira, Terrel went back to Chris' comlink, "Chris, this is Terrel again. I hate to do this to you buddy, but we're going to have to leave you behind enemy lines for a little bit. Sucks being a sniper, hah?" "Hey, that means I just get more fun!" Streets replied cheerfully in a somewhat hushed tone as he followed his target quietly. Chris had done this before on missions, where the Mercs would drop him behind enemy lines or just leave him there for a few days to observe movements of an enemy and or report intelligence on an enemy position. He had done the same thing during the Clone Wars for the Old Republic and was use to the routine and although he didn't need Terrel giving him the whole speech as he did, it made him feel good inside that his old war buddy would care for him enough to drop him a sweet-good-bye message. What a Hutt softy Terrel was! Tag all Mercs at Port Haven! ******************************* IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, Atmosphere of Port Haven, heading towards space "He's running and fast Captain!" Jason Lasso reported as he zipped through the white puffy clouds that dotted the blue landscape in front of his cockpit, a distance brown dot and two black dots dancing in and out of clouds were ahead of him. "Just keep him in you're sights, Lasso!" Captain Rick Taller ordered as he flew to port of Lasso in a customized Z-95 Headhunter. "Easy for you to say, he's good!" Jason replied with wit. The two Mercs were gaining on the escaping Sheathipede-class transport shuttle with two TIE/In Fighters flanking to either side of the shuttle as escort, "Come on!" Lasso urged his starfighter forward in frustration. Although the two pilots were gaining on the escaping would-be Winterkill killer, the two Mercs were running out of time and quick. Hallomar had some local smugglers disable part of the shuttle in a shoot-out that coast two smugglers they're lives and two of this mysterious killer's own bodyguards. Despite the quick blaster shoot-out, the Sheathipede-class transport shuttle had been damaged enough to prevent it from breaking the planet's atmosphere---at least for now---and that was the only reason why it hadn't already jumped to hyperspace. "Lasso, watch out! The TIE's are breaking off!" "Oh, for a Hutt's wedding!" Lasso replied in disgust, "What's the game plan, boss?" He asked as he watched the two TIE Fighters break from their escort pattern and start a loop back towards the two Merc starfighters. "You take the TIE's, I'm on that shuttle!" Jason grinned, "I was hoping you'd say that, Captain. Merc One engaging hostile enemy starfighters!" Jason switched over to his direct link with Dude, his R2 astromech droid, "You ready for some dog-fighting, Dude?" The droid's reply scrolled down the central info screen in the starfighter's cockpit for Jason to read. [LETS DANCE!] Jason grinned foolishly as he banked to port hard, wind resistance snapping white trails along the body of the chromium front and yellow bodied starfighter. Taller had already banked the other direction and was pulling upwards as he chased a suddenly speedy shuttle---it was clear the damage had been repaired enough for the shuttle to make its escape now. As predicted, one TIE went for Taller and the other for Lasso and luckily for Lasso, he was hoping for that trick of hand by the two mercenary TIE Fighter pilots. As he evened out from his hard banking turn and touched the starfighter's noise to starboard and up towards the in-coming TIE Fighter, Lasso found himself on the port edge of a misshaped triangle. With the enemy shuttle escaping towards space ahead of him and to starboard, that left one TIE Fighter facing down each Merc fighter head-on with Taller's Z-95 Headhunter forming the starboard bottom of the triangle. This naturally left a wide void space between the escaping shuttle, Jason and his TIE Fighter, and Taller and his TIE Fighter. Putting as much speed as he could, but saving enough speed to perform what he would need to do, Jason shot towards his in-coming TIE Fighter, but before either fighter was in range for lasers, Lasso rolled so the top half of his cockpit faced starboard, then he preformed a deceleration and pulled the yoke to his body, sending the starfighter into a very tight starboard turn, then he leveled out just as quickly as he now raced towards Taller and his TIE Fighter in the void triangle space in between both ends of the battle. Jason's TIE pilot was clearly caught off-guard as he trailed behind Jason's Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter. For Taller's part, the old veteran had caught hint of Jason's plan and was already making an avoiding turn to starboard, which forced the accelerating TIE Fighter coming at him to do three things as they were with-in laser range: speed through his interned path of travel with lasers firing and turn back around, go through with his run with lasers firing and loop up and back around, or break his run off now with laser firing and start back to either port or starboard and come around to follow Taller's starfighter. For whatever reason, it was Jason's day with TIE pilots and the pilot did what Lasso wanted, which was the third action of breaking his run short and turning around to pursue Captain Taller's starfighter, hoping to catch the Captain and his Z-95 with the TIE's superior speed and destroy it with the powerful chin-mounted twin laser cannons. As the TIE Fighter broke speed and turned to port, Jason's speeding Naboo starfighter caught up the distance as the yellow-starfighter marched across in max speed. Once in laser cannon range---and clear the pilot hadn't seen him---Jason squeezed off a blast of laser fire. Although the two green lasers missed the rear of the TIE Fighter, passing below the starfighter, the effect had all the same desired effect as a first-time kill shot would have had. The sudden flash of green laser fire under him startled the TIE pilot enough for him to reactionary jerk his fighter upwards and away from any more danger. The move, naturally, put the TIE Fighter right into the targeting scopes of Jason's starfighter as he had predicted this move. Whether the enemy pilot had known his mistake of not was of little value as his TIE Fighter was hit by two green laser blasts that impacted the fighter in the rear of the cockpit, quickly followed two other green laser blasts that blew the TIE Fighter apart. No ejection seat was seen from the craft as the fiery debris consumed the sky where a whole starfighter had once been. But for Jason Lasso, his celebration was short-lived as two green laser blasts shot past his cockpit, then two other blasts impacted his shields. "Oh man! I forgot about that bugger back there!" Jason complained as he snapped rolled to starboard, two more green lasers passing where his fighter had been moments before. [Easy for you to say! My dome is exposed out here!] Dude's words scrolled across the screen. "Shut up!" Jason shot back to his droid, "Or I'll let him take you're dome off!" "Merc One, this is Taller. Thanks for the assist! But the shuttle made too much of a head-start and is getting away. But I need you up here quick!" Jason growled in frustration under his breath as he banked and weaved to port and starboard and back again as green lasers of death shot all around him, "I'm a little busy right now Captain!" "Lasso, get you're arse up here now!" Taller ordered with no political tact in his voice whatsoever. Jason grunted to himself and said to himself and Dude, "Such an inpatient man! Now I'm gonna waste a good proton torpedo! Dude, rig a proton torpedo for timed explosion and disable the engine on it, leave a dead torp in the air!" As Dude replied with a confirmation on the order, Jason bought as much time as he could as he and the TIE Fighter pilot danced inside and out of the white clouds, the TIE's mercenary pilot rather well good at sticking on Jason's six o'clock and giving his shields a few splashes here and there. Once Dude had completed his assignment and told Jason as much, the mercenary pilot nodded and voiced his action out as he preformed them, "Putting all shield strength to the rear and dropping speed!" In a manner of moments the TIE Fighter was almost in the rear of Lasso's cockpit and Jason's shields took the painful hits for such a maneuver, but unless the TIE pilot wanted to run into the rear of Jason's starfighter or jump ahead of him or abort his adventurous position by banking to either side, the TIE pilot had to back off and as he slowed down, Jason speed up and at the same time released the dead-moving proton torpedo. With a timed fuse of one second, the free-falling proton torpedo erupted with a fiery explosion under and just before the advancing TIE Fighter. As the resulting explosion killed the unlucky TIE pilot, Jason's fighter, despite putting all power to engines, took a slight hit to his rear shields, but not bad enough to damage the fighter much. After his starfighter had made it through the rough-and-tumble ride and system alarms stopped going off and went back to normal, Jason scream in joy as he speed away and towards space, "Yeppie-ki-yea!" [If you ever do that again, I'm going to stun you! I could have lost my dome you know!] Dude complained on strolling text down Jason's screen. As the Merc's starfighter broke the upper atmosphere and entered outer space, Jason's jaw dropped, "Now this ain't fair!" Hearing Jason's complaint over the comm channel, Rick Taller laughed as he danced his starfighter through the hail-storm of laser fire all around him. Jason did have his moments when it came to opening his mouth and Taller would have to write that one down in his journal. "The shuttle already escaped, Merc One. It had this pirate fleet screening for it. But I COULD use a little bit of help you know!" Jason got himself back to the here and now as he looked at the three CR90 Corellian Corvettes directly in front of him orbiting Port Haven with a pair of Republic light assault cruisers moving in from the far distance to port. Captain Taller was somehow holding his own against twelve Uglies. Although Lasso could respect the fact that the Uglies were no-where near the operating power of a standard military starfighter and that Captain Taller had proven himself to be a pilot to hold his own, Jason also knew that numbers and just pure determination on the enemy's side would prove to take a toll on the veteran soldier. Speeding ahead, Jason hoped to get into the fight before it was too late. Taller was holding a position far enough away from the three enemy Corvettes to keep them muted in the conflict thus far, which was a smart tactical decision. As Jason neared the fur-ball of laser fire, he couldn't help but yell in joy. "Here I come baby!" Jason drop rolled his starfighter to port downwards into the dog-fight below, his laser cannons firing away green laser bolts towards the massed ball of enemy fighters below... Tag Mercs! *********************** IC: In-Jailed Slicer Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette, nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System, Holding Cell B The slicer shook his head at Tee's lack of common sense, but yet again, sometimes everyone missed the answer right in front of their noises. On the flip-side of the cloth, the slicer marked out a very clear message in a similar code and it simply ready: Just knock the guard out and get his identification card and we're out! Common sense. I can get us past security from there...his card won't work outside this laser cage, someone has to unlock the door from the outside to let him out of this area. I can get that blast door unlocked. Just as he had wrote that message down and shared it to Tee, the sounds of a space battle could be hurt. And it wasn't the blaster sounds or laser sounds of space combat, but rather the yelling and rushing of feet across starship flooring that gave the hint of battle away. During such times of chaos, was the perfect time to make an escape... Tag Kart EDIT: Grammar -----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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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/2 8:24am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Havah Jeth Porthaven Things began happening very fast, first he was knocking out the soliciting patron the old fashion way, and the next the fight was ending and another patron with a blaster out dropped after intering the ring. "I hope someone got that on holo-recorded." he grumbled as he manuevered the crate through the gates to begin chasing after the medic's as the order came over the comm. And the first one to make a comment about him being an 'ambulance chacer' was so not getting a present for their next life day. TAG: Bravo, Grey, oreatrageous -----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: 9/5 10:21am Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: I hope everyone is having a good Labor Day weekend! Since its Labor Day weekend, just note that some people may be gone this weekend with travel plans and won't post until they get back. So just be aware of slower posting this weekend. Thanks! -----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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Kartanym Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 9/7 7:42pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	IC: Teeganithan "Tee" Rowbano Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette Nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System Holding Cell B "Knock out the--" Tee's attempt at arguing against physical confrontation, something he wasn't adept at, was drowned out by the sudden burst of activity outside. Heavy boots pounded metal in no particular order as the pirates jumped into action, for what reason Tee could only conclude was the possible rescue attempt, though by whom alluded him. "Listen, I'm all for getting out of this place, but how in the frell do I get this guy over here, smack him upside the head AND steal his data card thingie without getting my hands blown off by the security laser!" An explosion rocked the ship as Tee finally completed his argument, and in almost disbelief, he watched as the red hum of the security gate holding them in flashed and vanished without a trace. The guard covering the entry way cursed, shouting down his communicator for back up. Whoever it was out there, Tee thought, had one hell of an aim ... or perhaps dumb luck. He jumped into action then, not even thinking as he dove towards the guard, tackling him to the ground and laying him out with a swift right hand across his brow, the sickening thud of his knuckles against exposed flesh making him cringe. With the guard down, he found the card and turned around, only to find every other former prisoner standing in disbelief. "What? Don't just stand there, come on!" he shouted over the increasing noise of the battle, picking up his new slicer buddy as they headed towards the door. "I sure hope you know what you're doing, kid" he whispered. Tag: Bravo -----signature----- United Survival: A Choose Your Own Adventure RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30353484/p1
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Bravo Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 9/7 9:54pm Subject: STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)
	OOG: Hey everyone, once again this post just gets everyone from 'point A' to 'point B.' Not a big deal really. If anyone has any questions, just PM me. Take note that sometime here soon (I can't say when, least I give away a spoiler ) there will be a 'Chapter Update.' Different from a Storyline Post, a Chapter Update will catch everyone up to the here and now of the game with a recap of what has happened so far and will be a excellent place for new players to join (so they won't have to read six pages of posts to catch up). So, with that said, if you know anybody who's interested in joining a RPG, send them this way to either greyjedi125 or myself! Guys, I'm getting really excited here. Its been a lot of listening to the Stealth music score and soundtrack while driving and coming up with cool ideas to give detail to the general storyline. Start sending out the word for more players everyone, because its about to get really interesting! I just want to say that I feel like we have a great core group of players here and with all the 'day-dreaming' I've been having about he storyline and how all the characters could fit in...yeah guys, its been a really fun time for me to think about the storyline of this game with such a great group of players! Keep it going strong everyone! IC: Terrel Vacks Bridge, Johnny Boy, Port Haven Everything had gone as well as it could have...considering. But that didn't mean that Terrel Vacks was at peace at all with it. Winterkill was near death and an intruder had been spotted on the ship. All the information that was given was that two crew members had seen a 'man in a cloak' running out from the cargo bay and across one of the corridors. Alarms had been sounded and twenty of the maroon marked security class B1 Battle Droids had been dispatched throughout the ship searching for the intruder with all other crew members on alert with blaster pistols at easy reach on their uniforms. The other four maroon marked security class B1 Battle Droids stood guard at the bridge, with two outside the closed blast doors and two inside the bridge, flanking either side of the blast doors. Their commander, with bright yellow-orange markings and a backpack, was identified as a Commander battle droid and stood besides Terrel Vacks on the bridge as the second-in-command looked at his options. "Will someone turn that alarm off!" Vacks voiced and as the alarm sound died---although the red warning lights kept flashing everywhere in the ship---closed his eyes in relief from the sound, "Commander, have you're droids located the intruder?" "Negative, sir," The Commander droid replied, "No units report success in the capture of the intruder." "If they're after Winterkill, he or she will head for the Medical Bay. Double the guard at the Medical Bay." "Roger, roger," The droid replied, turning and relaying the orders to his droid units. As the Commander droid relayed the orders next to him, Vacks looked outside the bridge viewport. The blueness of the sky and white clouds gave way to the thin look of air and space and stars beyond---one could almost touch it! A pair of starfighters---a R-41 Starchaser and a CloakShape Fighter---streaked ahead of the Marauder-Class Corvette towards the engulfing starfighter dog-fight just above orbit of the planet. Beyond the dog-fight was a line of three enemy CR90 Corvettes that were just waiting for some blood---and Vacks was ready to bloody their noise, although he knew he couldn't sustain an extended fight while out-numbered with two more enemy light cruisers moving in from beyond. He knew that this would be a hit-and-run mission, the Mercs goal being trying to escape without losses. Vacks knew that speed and timing would play an important part in such a plan. Tag grey, anyone else *************************** IC: Jason Lasso Sweetheart---Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter, Atmosphere of Port Haven, just beyond orbit Jason Lasso clenched down on his teeth as he blew through an explosion to either side of his starfighter as he put the Naboo Royal n-1 Starfighter on its starboard wing, his green laser blasts consumed by the exploding debris that they had caused. As he came through the other end of the exploding Ugly, Jason exhaled in stressed relief. "That was close," He exclaimed to himself as he hardly had no time to snap roll the starfighter to port and down as a series of laser blats streaked past him from the three Uglies on his tail, "Captain, when do you think we're going to get some help? I'm serious, sir. I almost lost my lunch on that last on!" "Keep you're cool kid, help is on the way! I just don't know when---" Captain Rick Taller started to say, but was cut off by another voice. "Captain Taller, Merc One, this is Squadron Lead---Merc 5---and Merc 4 engaging enemy Uglies!" Havah Jeth's voice was like music to Jason's ears at that moment as a volley of sustained laser fire erupted across the far edge of the dog-fight from both Jeth and Mira T’saaren, two Uglies instantly being vaped off the playing field as the two Merc starfighters blasted their way into the dog-fight. "Havah and Mira, I'm buying you two a drink when we get back!" Lasso yelled in joy over the comlink at the appearance of their help. "Lasso, I'm hit!" Taller's voice was like cold ice running through Jason's vains. Jason's eyes dotted all over the battlefield frantically as he tried to locate Captain Taller's starfighter. He saw the Z-95 trailing flame in one wing, with a trio of Uglies on his tail. Lasso knew he wouldn't make it in time and was about to urge the Captain to eject when Taller's voice came over the comms again, "This is Captain Taller. My wing is shot up and systems are shutting down! I'm going EV!" Jason watched helplessly as a series of lasers from the trailing Uglies impacted the rear of the Z-95 Headhunter. As the rear of the craft crumbled into exploding debris, Lasso watched as Taller was ejected clear of the craft in his sealed starfighter jumpsuit with a sealed space helmet on and into the coldness and vacum of space. The Z-95 Headhunter blew apart into fiery debirs below the Captain's ejection and the three Uglies raced under him as well. "Merc 5, Merc 1 here! Captain Taller's ejection was clean and he's EV! Orders, sir?" "Squadron Lead, this is Johnny Boy. We'll get Taller. You focus on keeping those starfighters and three enemy CR90 Corvettes away from Taller and the rescue shuttle!" Vacks ordered. Tag Mitth, oreotragus ******************************** IC: In-Jailed Slicer Red Destroyer, CR90 Corellian Corvette, nearing Port Haven, Whendyll System, Holding Cell B "What? Don't just stand there, come on!" he shouted over the increasing noise of the battle, picking up his new slicer buddy as they headed towards the door. "I sure hope you know what you're doing, kid" he whispered. The slicer had Tee blast precisely around the lock box, just enough for the slicer to pry the rest of the smoking metal casing away, exposing a mess of wires. After what seemed like a easily everyday task for the slicer was completed, the blast doors opened to the corridor outside. "Lets get out of here!" Yelloed one of the prisoners and that prisoner and a few others jolted past the others and around a blind corner ahead only to be meet with blaster fire and the sound of screams and bodies dropping to starship platted floors. The in-jailed slicer looked at Tee, the escapees' new-found leader, and the two prisoners that had stayed with the slicer and Tee. Although no words were spoken among the four at that moment, the in-jailed slicer's silence said it all by the way he looked so raggered and beat. The four of them could make an escape and leave here with their lives...or they could storm the bridge and get revenge for all of what happened to them and help out whoever was fighting these pirates outside in space... Tag Kart OOG: GAME MASTER CORRECTION: I have to fix a mistake from earlier on page 2 of this game. I found that I had in-correctly labeled the Commander battle droid's color as just bright yellow. To fix that mistake, the correct color is 'bright yellow-orange markings' according to STAR WARS The New Essential Guide To Droids, page 77. -----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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