Star Wars 5 BBY - The Imperial Fist

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  1. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Seral Muwa
    Issagra

    She wrapped one arm around Seral?s waist so she could limp along next to him, ?Yeah?I could probably pass in there. By the way, if you see any enraged Snivvians, that?d be a good time to move quickly.?

    This news caused his eyestalks to swivel some, the one closest to her bending to give a better look as they began to saunter forth. The information held some interesting points about this person, but by far anything from any conclusions he could reliably make. So far her hands hadn't wandered, so his luck was holding, but he was still a bit wary as they headed out into the station proper.

    Spotting the security on the far side of the walk he tried to continue normal enough, and wondered just briefly if they could make the several minute trip, most likely lengthened by their hobble, without running into anything too. . .dangerous. Both were in a way handicapped at the moment, him by her, and her by her beating. No matter what though, he did not doubt their ability to pass through with out too many troubles to the ships berth.

    TAG: Trieste, anyone else on Issagra
  2. Trieste Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 5
    IC: Liesl Bridehead
    Issagra

    Step and step and step and step.

    Liesl had to count them off mentally as she limped along, supported by Seral. She was finding that she still had one decent leg, which she was using to propel herself forward. She had no idea how long it was going to take to get to Seral?s ship. Had she not just been ruthlessly beat by a being three times her weight, she would have been able to make an educated guess from her few weeks on the Station at how long it would have taken, max. Now her rate of movement was considerably slowed and she could only hope that there was already enough distance between her and Scaggs that she wasn?t ever going to see them again.

    Seral remained silent as they moved as quickly as Liesl would allow them down the hallways of the Station. Liesl idly wondered if it wouldn?t just be easier for him to pick her up, but even on Issagra that probably would have drawn some attention that they didn?t need right now. By simply being helped along by him, Liesl could at least play the drunk if she needed to. Of course, it was too bad she couldn?t utilize the numbing effects of alcohol at the moment. It would be a relief to that throbbing pain that was alternately radiating from every part of her body it seemed. Just when it died down somewhere else, it hurt in another place.

    There was always a decent flow of beings on Issagra Station and Seral and Liesl fell into their flow without any problems. It wasn?t a crush of beings like in other places she?d been to, but it would do. Most of them were only concerned with their own business and had little concern for a female Human and a male?whatever Seral was. Now wasn?t exactly the time to ask, but she needed to remember to when they weren?t in danger of being chased down.

    The very thought of having to attempt to hurry even faster than their walk suddenly caused a wave of fatigue to sweep over Liesl. She felt her weak leg, already only hopping along, start to drag against the deck plating of the station.

    ?How much further?? Liesl asked as she grit her teeth. She hoped the answer wasn?t going to be anything more than ?just around the corner.?

    Tag: Mitth
  3. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    Naboo
    Theed


    Upon James stopping his speeder, the bikes behind him similarly did so as well, stopping a couple meters behind him. There was a trooper - each wearing the armor of the Empire's scout troopers - on each speeder bike and it was these two troopers that hoisted themselves off the two bikes. They each carried small blaster pistols that they slid out of their holsters and pointed at the back of Tesla's head. With one trooper staying near the speeder bikes, the other slowly approached James, moving around and off to the side so that he was now standing at the driver side of the speeder only a couple feet away. The barrel of his pistol stayed point at Tesla's head.

    "Out of the speeder," the trooper spoke, the speaker in his helmet incapable of masking the authority that stained his tone. "Now. Hands where I can see-what?"

    Seeming distracted by a sudden call in his helmet comms, the scout trooper turned to look at his partner while stepping another foot away from Tesla so that the terrorist wouldn't be able to leap out and attack him while he was distracted. The second trooper, the one next to the speeder bikes, was currently holding a hand at the side of his helmet, listening intently to some voice that James could not hear.

    The terrorist noticed the shadow that passed over him before the trooper with him did. Before James's very eyes a tall, cloaked figure was flying through the air and tackling the trooper to the ground. Straddling the trooper, the figure raised his arms and Tesla was able to see the pointed blade of a vibroblade clasped in its hands before it brought it down, the blade stabbing beneath the helmet of the scout trooper and stabbing into his throat.

    Other then the weapon, James was able to notice that the hands weren't human. They had only four fingers, possessed orange skin, and were a bit moist. Either way, that did not stop the individual from stabbing and slashing with the vibroblade until the scout trooper beneath him was dead. A look behind him would show the terrorist that the other scout trooper had been similarly dealt with, another pair of figures now standing over the corpse.

    The non-human that had taken out the first trooper turned to look at Tesla. With a nod of his hooded head, the figure motioned with one hand for James to continue on. Despite the shadows of the hood, James could barely make out the long bill and flared snout of a Gungan.

    And then there were explosions. Off in the distance, but within the capital city, there were explosions like the one that Tesla himself had set off. No doubt that was going to start attracting a lot of Imperial attention soon.


    Geonosis
    Canyon Range


    It did indeed look as if they were in the clear. Grim could sense the distance between them and the undead increasing as they continued to run and, ahead of them, there seemed to be no similar undead surprise like the one they had first seen since entering the tunnels.

    But there was something else. Ahead of them, Grim could sense life. Considering their recent brush with the dead, the life that he could detect was a clear and easy difference to identify with. He could sense multiple beings, perhaps nearly a dozen up ahead at where the exit of the tunnel had to be. He sensed a flare of notice from them, as if they heard or somehow sensed the approach of the running group coming down the tunnel. And they waited.

    Unfortunately, before he could sound out a word of notice or warning or anything, Striker had ran clear through the exit of the tunnel...and an E-11 smashed her right in the back, right between the shoulder blades, to drop her to the sandy ground. An armored leg stretched out in the path of Romeyn and the farmer was tripped and similarly fell to the ground.

    That was when Grim could see them. As soon as the others fell, what had to be a dozen, white-armored stormtroopers immediately massed around them and the tunnel exit. They spotted him quickly enough and he soon found half a dozen E-11 blaster carbines pointed at him while the remaind
  4. blubeast1237 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2007
    star 5
    James Tesla
    -Theed, Naboo

    He was about to get out of the speeder when...well, all kinds of hell broke loose. Some hooded assassins had hopped out of a craft and murdered the hell out of stormtroopers while James heard explosions going off in all directions of the already terrified city. It made him laugh as he slid his teashades back on and walked over to one of the downed troopers, the same one who had ordered him to get out of the speeder.

    James kicked him at first and said to the hooded gungan. "Thanks bud, don't mind me, just getting some payback." With his good arm, the terrorist reached down and pried the pistol out of the dead trooper's grips, then tore the helmet off the head. He through the helmet in the speeder, slid back into the driver's seat and gave the gungan a salute before speeding off. It was no time before he found himself out of the city limits and he could see that whoever was raising hell in the city was lighting up the sky with fire and blasts.

    He continued to drive as he pulled out his comlink. "Mickey, if you got an opening, now would be the time. You better hurry. All types of unholiness is going off down here."

    There was a delay in the return message. "Yea...I can...see it from here. On my way."

    James ended the transmission and stopped as he pulled up to the beginning of the swamps. Now, all he had to do was stay awake until Mickey could get down here. Which was becoming increasingly harder as his shoulder continued to pain him and make him delirious and exhausted. "Oh man..." He said looking back at the city. What was supposed to be a peaceful week of fighting on Naboo had turned into a very awesome and terrifying experience. At least he had killed some Imperials...and a Queen. Yea...better keep that bit to himself.

    Tag: Sarge
  5. greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Grim
    Canyon Range, Geonosis

    The darkside.

    It never visited at a convenient moment. It never tempted you with things you would quickly turn away from. No, it was a lot more subtle, more cunning, always preferring to come when you least expected it and at a moment when you were least defensible against it.

    Grim watched in horrified disbelief as Striker was knocked down to the sandy ground by a cowardly blow to her back and Oakes was irreverently tripped to the rocky floor. It had all happened before even he had time to react. There was nothing that he could have done to prevent it.

    Visions of similar events taking place over a decade ago crossed his mind, as dear friends, both young and old were cut down and executed by cruel and heartless beings in white armor. Grim's anger flared, his heart raced and breathing grew heavy as he watched his friends being pinned down and held at blaster point. That awful feeling of helplessness and failure surged through him, alongside a copious amount of anger.

    Vaguely did he become aware that six other stormtroopers surrounded him, circling him while holding their own blaster rifles up, ready to lay waste to him at a moment's notice.

    Oh, how the darkside tempted him. It taunted him. Calling him weak for having failed his friends then and now. A coward for not taking his revenge. It promised him more power than he could ever imagine if he wished to take his revenge and more! ONLY if he would give in to his rage. All he had to do was take his lightsaber and dare to use it. They had not searched him, yet. Quite convenient. He'd have the element of surprise, speed and the fully UNLEASHED power of his SAVAGERY. They would fear him and they would learn the superior power of the darkside.

    Grim shook his head, trying to fight off his temptation and stay calm. "No.." he whispered through clenched teeth. He glanced as his friends and was gladdened by the sober realization that they were NOT dead. They were all still alive, despite this unexplained assault, so there was still hope. If he attacked these fools now, he might kill some of them, even half, but there was no guarantee that he'd kill them all. His friends would pay the full price of his self-centeredness with their lives as they were unarmed, and then the Empire would know that he was a jedi, and he would soon be dead. What good was there in that?

    No, that could not be allowed to happen. Secrecy was a weapon too. The sith had certainly used it with exceptional results. He had learned many years ago that ex-jedi could employ secrecy just as well.

    So, Grim fought off the temptation of the darkside, at least for the moment as he took a centering breath. Even as he did so, his senses, now unclouded by rage, revealed more of their immediate situation. With eyes closed, he sensed one of the Imperials step up. Grim opened his eyes to regard him with a hard defiant look.

    "Now what would people like you be doing all the way out here?" he questioned the group. "We've heard reports of Imperial patrols vanishing in this area and, what do you know, it seems what we've found here are rebels." With a look down at Romeyn and Striker, he nudged Romeyn with his boot. Grim made a mental note to maim the man's offending leg if the opportunity ever presented itself. These people only understood the language of violence. To them peace and compassion were a weakness that needed eradication. Then perhaps they needed to experience a hell of their own making to appreciate the virtues of mercy.

    "You there. Where's the rest of you? Where's our missing patrols? Are you keeping them in the tunnels?"

    Grim cocked his head and looked at this man. He wasn't sure if he should pity him, despite the fact he did possess the superior number in arms and had managed a surprise attack. Perhaps that had was the biggest tactical move he could manage from the looks of things.

    "Three of us, keeping a whole Imperial patrol in the tunnels, let alone best them? You must be real desperate if you can't seem to fi
  6. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Striker (Lana Vangress)
    Canyon Range, Geonisis

    It figures.

    Striker was making a beeline for the exit, and she certainly could sense what was behind them. But she couldnt understand why her head was buzzing so. The problem was behind them. And she was focused on getting them out of the tunnels. So much, that she didnt understand what she was sensing until she had come out of the tunnels...much too fast.

    Fracking armor. She hated that armor. By the time her senses screamed at her, she could only react to the strike at her back as she saw the flashes of black and white..

    OW! That.HURT!

    She went down, and decided to play the game. Not that it was hard to do, that strike had her seeing stars for a few moments as she lay there on the ground. So she lay there, listening, not moving. Her weapon was too far away. Had it been just herself, she might try something, but no way right now. Besides, Grim seemed to be handling things. She listened carefully to the conversation.

    "Now what would people like you be doing all the way out here?" The Imp in black questioned them. "We've heard reports of Imperial patrols vanishing in this area and, what do you know, it seems what we've found here are rebels." With a look down at Romeyn and Striker, he nudged Romeyn with his boot. "You there. Where's the rest of you? Where's our missing patrols? Are you keeping them in the tunnels?" Striker would have snorted normally. Idiots. If they only knew.

    Grim spoke to the man. "Three of us, keeping a whole Imperial patrol in the tunnels, let alone best them? You must be real desperate if you can't seem to figure out your basic math; not only that, your superiors must have promised you some very special treatment for your failure."

    "Geonosis is not on the list of restricted planets, though a warning and disclaimer have been issued and duly noted mind you. If you've lost your patrols, perhaps you should go look for them yourselves, or can't you manage even that?" Striker heard him pause. With the goggles over her face, she could look to the side, and notice to posture of the troops without moving her head. 'Lets see, how many heat signatures out here..' she thought to herself as she continued to listen.

    "Perhaps whomever is supplying you with intel is playing you for a fool. Have you even considered that?" Grim continued, "And as for us being Rebels?" Grim laughed out loud at this. "They're a bunch of idealistic losers for going against the mighty Empire. We're not interested in their cause. As you can see, we're just salvagers who are trying to make ends meet. Geonosis is a graveyard, so not much going on here, except its reclusive natives. Charming folks, really. Perhaps they can point you in the right direction."

    As the conversation continued, thoughts of the beings in the Duraless came to mind. Oh yes, she was already imagining the weapons load she could release on them. Unless they suddenly showed up....she planned to seriously light up their tail-section. They wont have trouble finding scrap.

    Striker then turned her mind back towards the tunnel. She began to see if she could feel if those things were still coming or not.

    That could make things messy.


    TAG: grey, Liam, Sarge
  7. Vehn Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 14, 2009
    star 4
    Romeyn Oakes
    Geonosis

    Daylight blinded him. Fresh air assaulted his lungs. Sand filled his mouth as he stumbled out of the tunnel system of Geonosis. The reassuring metal of the blaster carbine in his hands was ruthlessly ripped away from him, fingers smarting from their hard grip on his trusty firearm.

    Confusion, disorientation, eyes not focusing properly.

    What the hell just happened? Oakes wondered as a shadow fell over him. The uniform was black, crisply tailored, and belonged to a human who spoke with the education of an Imperial slave. An officer of the Imperial Army surrounded by his white minions, the mindless, unthinking hordes of stormtroopers.

    You coward. Waiting out here to surprise us while we did all the hard work. Just like the crew of the Duraless. Gutless cowards Oakes cursed in his mind.

    The officer opened his mouth and began to speak. Meaningless questions. One directed at Oakes by a nudge of his boot. Get your filthy Imperial presence out of here Romeyn thought, hands clenched into fists, sand seeping through his fingers.

    Oakes opened his mouth to reply but Grim took a far more tactful approach and began to speak for the group. Oakes stayed shut, listened to the entire conversation. Knew in his heart that although the officer had directed a question directly at him, well, his response might have begun a fight. A fight that might not have gone in their favor.

    The officer listened as Grim explained their situation, their mission, even suggesting that they were independent of this struggle between the Empire and the Rebel Alliance.

    Fine by me. Sithspit, I hate politics. Every last one of those politicians. That Rebel Alliance has no chance against the Empire, bunch of dreamers, that group. Just put your head down and keep working, maybe they won't notice you, yeah, whatever, Oakes. The farmer thought, scratching his chin, dominated by a healthy amount of hair from his beard. He hadn't shaved in some time.

    Romeyn looked at his friends. Noticed their expressions also bore the look of hatred. Hatred not so much for the Imperials, no, it was directed to their friends above. Romeyn couldn't blame them. He wanted to get away from these white nuisances and carry on with their mission, a little friendly rendezvous with the Duraless ought to do the trick.

    Grim had stopped speaking. The wind was beginning to pick up. Wonder if our undead friends will poke their heads out of the comfy confines of their catacombs? Might give us an easy way out Oakes thought as his eyes drifted downward, frozen on the sand, giving the impression that he had given up all hope of being rescued.

    That was far from the truth.
  8. Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 6
    OOC: Sorry about the shortness.

    IC: Seral Muwa
    Issagra

    ?How much further?? Liesl asked as she grit her teeth.

    He merely kept up the best pace possible, around the next bend and then. . .there it was. The dual coded berth that held his ship, with a quick palm he pulled out the 'key', really a complex data rod that acted as the needed code for verification. Creaking the door rolled away through what was probably blaster worn frame on old repulser coils that probably hadn't been serviced in a long while.

    Inside the berth looked like someone had had two parties to rival the hutts, a few shootouts, and at least one catastrophic fire. Crammed within it was his ship, a modified MC-18 Light Freighter, well modified if you looked under the hood at least with more modern components and upgraded security. Just the basic musts in his profession really.

    "Not far." He replied with a slight upturning at the corners of his mouth as his four nostril tendrils waved slightly. It looked like things just might work out after all. Now he just had to find a way to deposit her in his ships highly modest medbay and leave it to a droid to tend to her.

    TAG: Trieste, Any
  9. Trieste Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 5
    IC: Liesl Bridehead
    Onboard Seral?s ship, Issagra

    Yes. Safety. Blessed safety. Liesl was leaving this place, this very, very painful place. She couldn?t remember being so happy as she had one foot out the door. Then again, she usually left a place of employment under her own power. Funny how little things like that changed your outlook.

    She and Seral headed for the ship with his intonation of, ?Not far.? Soon she could lay down and sleep. Oh sleep would be great. Liesl couldn?t even remember how long she?d been awake. All she was reasonably sure of was that it had been a long time and she hadn?t blacked out when Scaggs had been beating her. Sleep was going to be great. For a moment there was a nagging thought that maybe she?d be in too much pain to sleep, but she pushed that out of her head. That would be just what she needed, a silly idea like that ruining her chance to rest.

    ?So, where are we going?? Liesl asked, happy for an excuse to take her mind off the here and now.

    ?The better question is where do you think you?re going?? came a gravelly voice from behind then.

    Liesl turned her head over her shoulder?the twist slightly painful to pull off?and discovered a group of four thugs (well, maybe they weren?t, but they sure looked like thugs to her) standing in the open door of the berth. One was a Trandoshan, another was a Whipid, a third was an Aqualish, and the last one was a Devaronian. Liesl had no idea who they were, what they wanted, or why they were here.

    All she knew was that this really was one of the worst days of her life.

    Tag: Mitth, anyone else
  10. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    Naboo
    Theed


    Behind Tesla, Theed was smoking. Despite the speed and distance that the speeder was granting him as it sped away from Theed and towards the swamps, a look back would show the trails of smoke that now billowed into the air. Despite the thrumming of his speeder's repulsorlifts, Tesla was still able to hear the sound of another explosion much like the one he had been responsible for detonate within the heart of the city.

    It was hard to tell what, exactly, was going on. Were the citizens of Theed in open revolt like years before or was this a sudden, more devastating attack being carried out by terrorist forces? An attack that Tesla himself may've instigated with his participation in the bombing of the Royal Hangar. Either way, though Tesla could not see it, there was obvious devastation occurring for the people of Theed and their Imperial handlers. Especially the Imperials.

    There having been a pair of TIE Fighters flying over Theed before Tesla had left, the number had increased to a full flight of four TIE Fighters. And it was one of these TIEs that suddenly broke and rolled to the side, the reason for the sudden action being a light and contrail of smoke that was the product of a missile that had been fired at the TIE from on top of one of Theed's building. The pilot, fortunately for him, had been quick enough to act and managed to easily avoid the missile. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to dodge the second missile that had been fired, his roll actually having brought him into the sights of the second projectile.

    The missile managed to slam into one of it's solar panels and, with a smoking and burning wing, the TIE spun out of control, disappearing into the city and Tesla would soon be able to hear another explosion which could've only been the fighter's detonation. Immediately, one of the three remaining TIEs turned towards where the missiles had been fired and conducted a strafing run atop of the offending building. Whether the pilot had been successful or not, there were no more missiles being fired.

    With all the chaos that was happening in the city, it would provide the proper cover for James to make his escape.

    TAG: blubeast






    Geonosis
    Canyon Range


    That was the wrong thing to say. Though Grim couldn't fully see the officer's face due to the visor hiding his eyes, he was able to see the frown that appeared on the Imperial's face and a spike of offense and hate at Grim's words.

    "Whether you claim to be some kind of rebels or not, I'm afraid there's quite a few things that are against you here." There was the sound of metal sliding against leather, the officer drawing his own holstered blaster pistol. "As I've said, we've been having a number of Imperial personnel disappearing in this area. And what do you know, you happen to be in this area as well. Quite suspicious if you ask me."

    The boot that had nudged Romeyn only a moment ago now pressed down heavily on his back as the officer pinned him down. And the pistol he had just drawn now pointed down at the farmer's head.

    "Now you will tell me what you know," the Imperial continued, his focus on Romeyn but the statement meant for Grim. "You will tell me about any Imperial personnel that you may have happened to see and you will tell me about any friends that you may have lying around out here. If your answers prove unsatisfactory to me, I will kill your friend here."

    While the officer spoke, Grim could sense a darkness that was slowly and steadily moving towards the group. The direction - right behind him - and the single-minded purpose that directed the darkness was the same that Grim had felt in the tunnels. Even Striker, upon focusing back on the tunnels to check for just a thing, could sense the growing dread and terror that was slowly coming towards them and the Imperials.

    The undead horde that they had left behind was now using this distraction to catch up to them and perhaps finish the job.

    TAG: greyjedi, Ktala, Liam
  11. greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Grim
    Canyon Range, Geonosis


    That was the wrong thing to do.

    Grim wanted nothing but to strike this man down immediately with all the hate he was feeling for him at the moment, nothing else could bring him greater satisfaction.
    Well, that wasn't quite true. But either way, Grim had to call on some pretty deep reserves of will power just not to simply obliterate the man standing before him. Doing so would be very simple, too easy in fact. That's exactly why it was so hard to fight off the temptation. The man probably deserved it. But thankfully, what he sensed helped him formulate a different plan, with hopefully the same result.

    Grim glared at the man openly.

    "Shut up! lemme think for a sec, sleemo."

    Grim made as if he were making memory, stroking his chin, while in his mind he measured how quickly the undead would be upon them, at the same time sizing up the stormtroopers and their positions. He could feel that both Striker and Romeyn were ready to take any action that would get them out of their current predicament; they only needed an opportunity, and it was up to him to provide it.

    The tunnel entrance was right behind him, darkened. He was conveniently blocking the view into it. Behind him, Grim heard a shuffling sound.

    "Wait...it's all coming back to me now." he said to the Imperial slave all dressed up in his toy soldier uniform.


    Quite suddenly and with such speed that could not be tracked by normal eyes, Grim stepped to one side and with the force, flung the self-important imperial fool into the tunnel entrance, where he believed he would be enthuastically embraced by undead. Grim hoped that his sudden action would take everyone by surprise, even the other stormtroopers. That, and the sudden appearance of the undead horde should not only switch the focus of the imperials, but also turn the tide in their favour. Escape was the group's sole priority, and they should be able to do so in the ensuing chaos, but if things did not go as planned, Grim would be ready, as he positioned a hand right over the left side of his chest, so he could be armed with his 'secret weapon' in a blink of an eye.

    Tag: Ktala, Liam, Sarge
  12. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Striker (Lana Vangress)
    Canyon Range, Geonisis


    There is was again. The strange buzzing sensation that seemed to have grown stronger ever sense she had started this strange quest. Without moving, she looked towards the cave, and could feel that something was coming. She could also tell that the officer didnt like Grims words, and that he was becoming aggrivated.

    She could hear the bite in his voice, and the sound of metal sliding against leather. He was drawing a weapon, most likely a pistol. She heard the Officer speaking.

    "Whether you claim to be some kind of rebels or not, I'm afraid there's quite a few things that are against you here. As I've said, we've been having a number of Imperial personnel disappearing in this area. And what do you know, you happen to be in this area as well. Quite suspicious if you ask me."

    She coudlnt see what was happening, but her senses reeled. Smething was going on. She heard movement once more. "Now you will tell me what you know," the officer continued, "You will tell me about any Imperial personnel that you may have happened to see and you will tell me about any friends that you may have lying around out here. If your answers prove unsatisfactory to me, I will kill your friend here."[/i] "Shut up! lemme think for a sec, sleemo." That was Grim's voice. She listened carefully as he paused. like he was thinking up something. Striker laid perfectly still, while keeping her senses open for an opening. She could sense those things getting closer. One way or another, this was about to get ugly.

    "Wait...it's all coming back to me now." Grim spoke. And then, something happened. The strange sensation seemed to wash through her, but she felt air being whipped aside, as something moved. Something fast. Was it Grim? She couldnt tell, so she tried to see what she could see. Luckily, the goggles still hid her eyes. She wasnt worried too much about what Grim was doing, but what the guards were doing. If she saw her opening, she would help Grim, to do as much damage as she could. All she needed was an opening. And she had a feeling she was about to get it.


    TAG: grey, Liam, Sarge
  13. Vehn Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 14, 2009
    star 4
    Romeyn Oakes
    Geonosis

    A terrible pain erupted across his back as the Imperial officer crunched down hard with his boot. Sand filled his mouth, Oakes coughed, spit some out, face twisting in disgust.

    The sound of a blaster pistol leaving its holster sent chills down what feeling remained in Romeyn's spine. Great. Get blown away by some trigger happy Imperial looey and have nothing to show for it. Not even an ounce of cowardice.

    Grim spoke again, his voice distant and not very clear in the canyon. Does he ever shut up? Honestly, I'm about to be executed here and he's busy jabbering away! Oakes thought as he closed his eyes wondering what it would be like to have a blaster bolt go straight through his head.

    The pressure on his back suddenly disappeared. The officer was gone. Where? Who the hell cares? Oakes thought.

    The stormtroopers looked nervous. One quick scan of his friend's faces suggested that something was coming out of the tunnels behind them.

    Romeyn's stomach tightened up out of apprehension. He knew what creatures called the dark tunnels of Geonosis their home environment.

    Get ready to run, Oakes. It's going to get ugly.
  14. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    Geonosis
    Canyon Range


    The officer hadn't been expecting what Grim had pulled, literally, but nonetheless Romeyn had been lucky that the Imperial hadn't pulled the trigger of his pistol as a reflex. As Grim stepped aside, the Imperial flew past the younger man and landed at the entrance of the tunnel that the group had previously exited through.

    While the officer sputtered, spitting out sand, the stormtroopers were immediately on guard, more then half of their blaster carbines now pointed towards Grim. The move that the ex-Jedi pulled was unmistakable to the Imperial elite and, if not for the fact that they hadn't been given an order to shoot him, they would've blasted Grim where he stood. Whether they were clones that were usually hard-wired to such orders or some of the more uncommon enlisted citizens that didn't know how to respond and feared making a mistake, however, the troopers held their fire.

    Such a thing would only be delayed, unfortunately. Picking himself up from the sandy floor, the officer turned. His helmet having managed to fall from his head, Grim could now clearly see the wide, gray eyes of the man that stared at him in surprise and even fear. Quickly, the officer pointed at Grim as he turned to look at his troopers.

    "A Jedi! Shoot hi-"

    And then his head was completely torn off.

    Like a specter of the night, the undead Geonosian had materialized from the shadows of the cave and pounced on the downed officer. The Imperial's face was still locked in that look of surprise and fear of Grim before and after the Geonosian wrapped it's hands and arms around the officer's head and neck and, with one strong pull, removed it entirely. The now headless body dropping to the floor, the Geonosian dropped the head as well before it now focused on the rest of the group, shambling forward. Behind it were the shadows of more of the undead horde that followed behind it.

    Having once been focused and ready to gun down Grim, the troopers now focused on the merciless slaying of their commander. Two of the troopers fired, the blaster bolts flying past Grim and striking the approaching Geonosian. The undead alien staggered as the angry red bolts struck at it's form but, as the group had seen before, it refused to go down and instead kept on walking. Behind it, more of the undead now drifted into the sunlight. The first pair was that of a Sullustan and a Duros, all as equally ravaged as all the other non-Geonosian dead, and behind them came another Geonosian.

    The sight of the approaching dead raised them as the troopers' highest priority. Instead of two, four fired this time, putting bolts into the four undead. Upon seeing the ineffectiveness of that, of how the blaster bolts only left new burns on clearly dead bodies, more of the troopers fired. It was only then that the first Geonosian, having experienced one too many headshots, finally dropped but by then four more of the dead had exited the cave. And more were clearly coming.

    That was the distraction that the group needed. Now the entire squad of troopers were focused upon the approaching horde, ignoring the prone states of Striker and Romeyn as they instead focused on firing salvo upon salvo of blaster bolts at the approaching dead. Blaster bolts whipped past Grim but, obviously, the troopers were not going to care for his well-being and were going to shoot through him without a second thought as bolts were now fired at him. And at the approaching undead at his back, he had to move.

    They all had to move.

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  15. greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Grim
    Canyon Range, Geonosis

    Grim had to admit, he almost didn't believe his own ploy would work. Inwardly, he was exceedingly grateful (though still surprised) at the force for being with-if not him-at least his friends. It'd been a very, very long time since he felt that the force was with him in any way, even though he could still wield the force. Being in good standings in the Lightside was almost like a fading dream, especially with the Darkside constantly knocking at his door. All he'd felt for over decade was an endless sea of bitter resentment. But now was NOT the time for such reflections.

    Time seemed to slow down during the death of the Imperial Commanding Officer, and it seemed to return to normal just after the fact.

    Grim became suddenly aware of several incontrovertible facts.

    He was still alive. His friends were still alive, and the stortoopers were NOT focused on them. THIS was the moment he'd been waiting for.

    Without waiting for another blaster bolt to 'almost' miss him, the ex-jedi dived to one side in order to evade a lunging undead arm to his back, as well as an incoming barrage of crimson blaster bolts, which narrowly missed him, but not his undead assailant. Skillfully rolling and coming up in crouching position, Grim yelled at the troopers.

    "They're the one's who killed your patrols!! get them, hurry!!"

    All the while he moved to his friends and helped gathered their discarded weapons. There's no way he was going to stay and help these Imperials. They now knew he was 'a jedi', though he didn't call himself that any longer. Were they not about to gun him down without a second thought just a moment ago? Would they simply let them go? Never. The Empire didn't work that way. Trained soldiers didn't work that way. They'd proven that over a decade ago when they murdered younglings in cold blood. No, they needed to escape and the Imperial's knowledge of him needed to die here. Secrecy was a weapon he still needed for his mission, but he would not murder these troopers in cold blood as they'd done his friends and masters so many years ago. The undead horde would see to the Imperial's demise as soon as their ammo ran out, or even sooner, thanks to their sheer numbers.

    "We need to go now!" Grim whispered in hurried tones to his friends, helping them up. With his blaster rifle, he shot a couple of rounds towards an undead the troopers were finishing off to make it look as if he were helping.

    "Keep firing!!" He yelled in advise.

    Grim also knew that unless the troopers were completely engaged against the undead, any who noticed them getting away might try to shoot at their retreating forms. He'd definitely keep alert to defend against such an attack should that happen.

    "Take your weapons." Grim said, making sure both Striker and Romeyn got their respective pieces of ordnance.

    "It's now or never!" he intoned with a great deal of urgency.

    Tag: Ktala, Liam
  16. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Striker (Lana Vangress)
    Canyon Range, Geonisis

    Striker could hear Oakes grunt, and then cough.

    And then Grim did ... what he did, and the guy who had been talking was suddenly snatched away, back into the tunnels. She was glad the man had not pulled the triger, and the other soldiers now all pointed towards Grim. 'Close..but not yet', she told herself as she now watched.

    While the officer sputtered, spitting out sand, Striker could feel things getting closer within the tunnel. The officer looked at Grim with an obvious distaste.

    "A Jedi! Shoot hi-" And then his head was completely torn off.

    Even Striker had not expected that. Striker for a split second found herself slightly conflicted, between feel bad about how gruesome the man had died...and a massive sense of relief. Like ghouls, the undead Geonosian had materialized from the shadows of the cave and pounced on the downed officer. And there were plenty more behind him. The troopers had forgotten about Grim, and were blasting away at the things behind him.

    "They're the one's who killed your patrols!! get them, hurry!!" Grim shouted to the troupers. At that time Striker decided it was time to go. She rolled and came upright in an instant. With a silent growl, she searched for her weapon. Grim seemed to be taking care of that, so she moved over to Oakes to help him up if needed.

    Again..that term. Jedi. And again, it would have to wait. They needed to go.

    "We need to go now!" Grim whispered in hurried tones to his friends, helping them up. "Take your weapons." Grim said, making sure both Striker and Romeyn got their respective weapons.

    "It's now or never!" he intoned.

    "I vote for NOW." Striker said between gritted teeth, as she began to move. With all the tracks the imps left, it should be easy enough to find their way back to where they have left the ship. Of course, she knew that now they would have to worry about other soldiers nearby. She wanted to smack one of them, but why bother? The undead would take of of that. They just better not be around. Now that she had her rifle again, Striker began to move with hast away from the area. She didnt want to see what was next. She began to move.

    "I sure hope there are not others near my ship." she intoned softly as she began to move, now being much on on guard for what could be waiting for them out there.



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  17. Vehn Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 14, 2009
    star 4
    IC: Romeyn Oakes
    Geonosis, Canyon Range

    Romeyn lay on his back in the sand, staring into the mouth of a dark void, the outline of the Imperial Officer who had just attempted to summarily execute him pointing his finger accusingly at Grim, uttering words full of hate, contempt, and fear.

    "A Jedi! Shoot hi-"

    A torrent of crimson flew up from where the Imperial officer's head had just been. Speckles of red mist rained gently down on the farmer's ashen, horrified face. Oakes froze. He had never seen someone decapitated before. His mind slowly shut down as time itself seemed to come to a complete halt. The sound of the blaster rifles being discharged into the undead horde that had now emerged from their dark confines seemed distant, out of focus.

    Romeyn couldn't move any of his limbs, at least, not right away. His blaster carbine was within reach, only an arm's length away, and slowly he could feel the electrical impulses in his brain began a cold reboot of his senses. It would only be a matter of time before he could walk again, but deep down he knew it would be some time before he would want to think about the carnage that had just unfolded before his eyes.

    His friends were murmuring something, his hearing not quite returning, but he got the sense that it was time to go. Time to flee. Time to live.

    Now, Oakes. Now! The man from Roon urged as he willed his body to comply with the strongest urge of all: The urge to flee. Clutching the blaster carbine in his hands seemed to bring Romeyn back to reality. Back from the land of shock and unspeakable horror.

    "We need to go now!" Grim whispered

    The Imperials continued to fire into the undead masses. For a moment, Grim looked as if he were helping the white demons. Oakes stood dumbly as he watched Grim fire a few rounds into the undead. And then it suddenly hit him, the words that he had been unable to process before, words of accusation from the mouth of the Imperial officer.

    Grim was a Jedi.

    "It's now or never!" he intoned

    Part of him suspected. Part of him was curious. The rest of him knew to save the questions for later. Now was not the time. As if to answer his thoughts, Striker called out in her commanding, reassuring voice, "I vote for NOW."

    "Captain, I'll bring up the rear, if you don't mind," Romeyn whispered, finally finding his voice. His sense of reason. He didn't wait for her reply as he let the other two go forward. Oakes turned to look at the remaining Imperial troopers. He wanted to take their lives from them, simply because of what they represented. It would be so easy, right about now. Just raise your blaster, shoot them in the back, and walk away.

    But cold rational thought took him away from his desire to punish those who had humiliated him. They might buy us some time. Sithspit. Oakes turned away from the battle and proceeded down the canyon, keeping an eye on what was behind them, ears closely monitoring the sounds of war.

    Forward to the Blue Mynock the group proceeded. Forward to hope. Forward to escape and salvation.

    Striker whispered something, her voice slightly amplified in the canyon range, "I sure hope there are not others near my ship." she intoned softly as she began to move, now being much on on guard for what could be waiting for them out there.

    "If there are, Captain, for once let us get the jump on them. I'm real tired of being ambushed left and right. It's time we turn the tables. Anyone near the Blue Mynock is fair game, I say. And then, once we've finished any greeting party, we take a little journey to the Duraless and have ourselves a chat with those scumbags."

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  18. blubeast1237 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2007
    star 5
    James Tesla
    -Naboo

    He leaned to the side as he watched the explosions. Not because he was trying to look cool, he was always cool, but because he was slowly losing consciousness. He made a call and brought the com to his lips.

    "Hey Mick, you there bud?" A withered voice spoke into it the coms mic.

    An exasperated voice chimed from the other end. "Yep, seems like you guys got a fireworks show going on down there. People are panicking on the airways up here, so I'm on my way to your location now."

    "Sexy. I ain't going nowhere, see you in a bit."

    A few long minutes later a small craft appeared over the swamps intimidating shadows and lowered onto the ground. James peered through slits in his eyes at first, but eventually a grin grew across his face. Mickey shot a teethful of smile back at him and raised the transport's door and let James in. "Buckle up." Mickey said as he raised them off the ground.

    "Of course, we should be able to sneak right the hell out of here."

    "Yep. I'm just waiting to hear what the hell you got yourself into." Mickey said as they shot through the atmosphere and James began making out a dark ship that they were headed to.
    "I'll tell you when we get some lightyears between me and Naboo."

    Tag: Sarge
  19. Trieste Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 5
    OOC: Nooooooooo! Must...keep...game...going...!

    IC: Liesl Bridehead

    Not only was this one of the worst days of Liesl?s life, but she had had it. She was over this whole day. This space station. This sector. Liesl was done with it all. In fact, she was so over everything that she wasn?t even thinking straight anymore.

    ?Stay back!? Liesl shouted, ?I have the Fleegorfian Flu!?

    Fleegorfian? That?s not even a real word, Liesl observed to herself.

    ?It?s highly contagious! It makes you break out in boils and you start to vomit uncontrollably until you die of dehydration and blood loss!? Liesl continued.

    I?m not even sure that makes sense medically, Liesl thought.

    ?In fact it?s airborne! The germs are probably flying towards you right now!?

    I?m also pretty sure germs don?t fly.

    Three of the supposed thugs got wide eyes and started for the door, but the Devaronian stayed put. Of course it would be the Devaronian. They were crafty beings. Well, they looked crafty anyways. At least the ones Liesl had seen looked crafty. Okay, so Liesl had only seen this Devaronian and one other one in her entire life, but they?d both looked crafty. Well, really the first one had only sort of looked crafty. And it was more a reflecting-back-on-the-moment sort of thing. He had been so crafty in person that he hadn?t looked that crafty when Liesl had first seen him. But this Devaronian was definitely crafty. Very crafty. Like 9.5 out of 10 crafty. Maybe 9.75.

    ?Wait a second?if you?ve got this horrible Flubdorfian Flu??

    ?It?s Fleebgorbachev Flu,? Liesl corrected, unable to remember what she?d called it in the first place, but relatively confident that correcting the Devaronian would give her an air of authority on the subject.

    ?That?s not what you called it before,? the Devaronian said.

    Frak, Liesl thought, This Devaronian must be at least a 9.8 on the crafty scale.

    ?It mutates,? Liesl said, thinking quickly, ?In fact, even its name mutates. It?s also not a very well known disease because it kills everyone it comes in contact with. Very few people are ever around to pass on knowledge of it?except to other victims who will then shortly die like me.?

    ?Whatever this is, why isn?t he?? here the Devaronian pointed at Seral, ??concerned??

    ?Because his species is immune,? Liesl said, ?Don?t you know that? Just like I?d think you?d know that Aqualish are doubly susceptible to it.?

    ?No they?re not,? the Devaronian said.

    ?Yes they are. Your friend is about to keel over at any moment now,? Liesl said.

    ?Hey boss, boss!? the Aqualish grunted in his language, ?Look at my hand. It?s shaking!?

    It was indeed shaking all of a sudden, probably because this Aqualish was so scared because he actually thought that the disease was real and he was going to contract it any moment now.

    ?I?ve got it! I?ve got the Flubdorblian Flu!? the Aqualish started screeching.

    ?Falofidar Flu,? Liesl corrected, ?And pretty soon you guys are all going to have it too unless you go and take a bath right now.?

    ?You mean there?s a cure?? the Aqualish said, hope entering his big, black eyes.

    ?Oh yeah. It can?t stand taking a bath. But it has to be a bath made up entirely of fresh squeezed juri juice,? Liesl said seriously, ?That?s how this one guy survived and he?s been living for like 341 years and he doesn?t look a day over 82. Of course, an advanced case like mine is uncurable, but you should go now. Save yourselves!?

    The Aqualish rushed off to save his life and the Trandoshan and Whipid hesitated before following their partner. After all, the Frigglebidig Flu didn?t sound like a real disease, but it never hurt to be too careful. This left Liesl and Seral alone with the Devaronian who was eying them suspiciously.

    ?You two?don?t go anywhere. I?m going to be right back as soon as I find someone who knows about this Fellofar Flu,? the Devaronian said.

    ?Fluxbergel Flu! We?ll be right here when you get back, starting an e
  20. Bloodline Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 18, 2008
    star 1
    OOC:too late to get in?
  21. Sarge221 Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 9, 2006
    star 5
    OOC: I am currently accepting characters Bloodline so fill out a sheet and PM it to me for approval :p

    And sorry about the late update, had the usual semester-ending papers and stuff that had to get done <.< But now that school's over, let's get back to work! :cool:

    Geonosis
    Canyon Range


    Considering that their commanding officer had been gruesomely killed by a foe that was completely and utterly unnatural, Grim, Striker, and Romeyn were hardly the greater threat in the minds of the stormtroopers. So it was no surprise that, instead of worrying about the three humans that were running and even firing a few shots at the undead, the squad of stormtroopers focused on the never ending parade of undead that continued to shuffle out of the tunnels from where they came.

    Grim and the rest didn't see the end of the battle of course but, as they ran, they could still hear the sound of blaster fire that continued despite the minutes that started to tick by, making it clear that the battle was still ongoing. In fact, as the group ran to the direction of the Blue Mynock, they would make out three speeder bikes that sped towards them, coming from the direction that the Blue Mynock should be at. For a moment the bikes slowed, starting to edge towards the group, but with a sudden burst of speed they shot forward and sped past the group, flying in the direction of the tunnels where the squad of stormtroopers were no doubt still fighting and were calling for reinforcements.

    Unfortunately, if the bikes weren't a sign that there were more Imperials around, the sight that greeted the group would give them a clear sign of the opposition that awaited for them at Striker's ship. No doubt having detected the Blue Mynock, an Imperial Lambda-class shuttle had landed right next to the starship before depositing what troopers it had to scour the area for the lost patrols that the officer had hinted that they were searching for.

    Not all of the troopers had left though. As the group would soon see, there were four stormtroopers that patrolled between the two ships. No doubt having been informed of their approach by the trio of speeder bikes, the four troopers were waiting for the group, their weapons drawn.

    "Halt!" commanded the closest stormtrooper, his voice amplified by his helmet's speakers. His E-11 carbine at his side, the barrel was pointed in the group's direction but otherwise he and the rest of the white-armored soldiers did not fire. Or at least not yet.

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    Naboo
    Orbit


    If the chaos at Theed hadn't been any hint as to the seriousness, then surely the Imperial reaction to it was. For as Tesla escaped into space with the help from his friend Mickey, an Imperial ship suddenly dropped out of hyperspace. Though having been considered as old during the Clone Wars, the Imperials still had use for the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruisers and no doubt the one that now appeared was part of a patrol that monitored this portion of Imperial space. Considering Naboo had rebelled before, it was no surprise that the Imperials had a ship like this around to offer such a quick response.

    Immediately, TIE Fighters launched out of the hangar of the heavy cruiser and rocketed towards the planet. In standard Imperial procedures, the TIEs would make sure that the space around Naboo was secured and any unauthorized vessels were either gunned down or captured. Once the Dreadnaught got into position, no doubt a few of those TIEs would then be sent towards Naboo's surface to offer support if it was needed for the local garrison.

    Mickey's ship would be such a vessel that the TIEs would be attracted to upon being detected. Fortunately, the Dreadnaught and it's fighters were still a ways off and Mickey should still have enough time to plot a hyperspace course or do any other last minute preparations before the Imperial ships took notice and pursued.

    It was up to Tesla to decide where he would go next.

    TAG: blubeast




    Naboo
    Surface, Swamp
  22. Bloodline Jedi Youngling

    Member Since:
    Jul 18, 2008
    star 1
    OOC:It says something about 20 needed posts..
  23. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6

    Hello. You are getting that message because the boards wont let you send a PM until you have done 20 posts. Please go to THIS link:

    http://boards.theforce.net/welcome_new_users/b10181/29841673/p1/?3447

    And keep posting until you reach 20 posts. Then you will be able to PM the person running the game, with your character sheet.





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  24. Ktala Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Striker (Lana Vangress)
    Canyon Range, Geonisis

    "It's now or never!" Grim intoned. "I vote for NOW." Striker said between gritted teeth, as she began to move. With all the tracks the imps left, it should be easy enough to find their way back to where they have left the ship. Of course, she knew that now they would have to worry about other soldiers nearby.

    "Captain, I'll bring up the rear, if you don't mind," Romeyn whispered, finally finding his voice. Striker looked at him, and nodded slowly. This was really getting to the man. Not that she couldnt blame him. This little trip was effecting them all. She just wished it was over. "I sure hope there are not others near my ship." she intoned softly as she began to move, now being much on on guard for what could be waiting for them out there.

    "If there are, Captain, for once let us get the jump on them. I'm real tired of being ambushed left and right. It's time we turn the tables. Anyone near the Blue Mynock is fair game, I say. And then, once we've finished any greeting party, we take a little journey to the Duraless and have ourselves a chat with those scumbags."

    Striker coudlnt help but give a dark grin. She was not the only one having thoughts about the 'folks' who hired them. But right now, as they ran, she was simply greatful that the stormtroopers had other things to worry about. Normally, she would not wish such a fate on any living being, but right now... she was not so sure. The blasting going on behind them, let them know that they had been lucky indeed.

    Striker slowed the pace some, as they headed for the ship. She was expecting other troops. For the first time, she hated being right, for they would make out three speeder bikes that sped towards them, coming from the direction that the Blue Mynock should be at. For a moment the bikes slowed, starting to edge towards the group, but with a sudden burst of speed they shot forward and sped past the group, flying in the direction of the tunnels where the squad of stormtroopers were no doubt still fighting and were calling for reinforcements.

    Striker looked at the others. "Frag it!" she snarled. We have more company. Striker was getting tired of this. It was simply too much that she was dealing with, and it was harder to deal with each new encounter. They needed a break. As they came around a bend in the canyon, Striker was all but fuming. What should have been a welcoming site was not. Even as she had done her best to hide the Blue Mynock, it had been spotted, and now an Imperial Lambda-class shuttle had landed right next to he Mynock. There were four stormtroopers that patrolled between the two ships. No doubt having been informed of their approach by the trio of speeder bikes, the four troopers were waiting for the group, their weapons drawn.

    "Halt!" commanded the closest stormtrooper, his voice amplified by his helmet's speakers. His E-11 carbine at his side, the barrel was pointed in the group's direction. Strikers fingers touched at controls on her wrist, unlocking her ship. If they could only..

    (. . . !)

    Lana found herself growling. If some of the others made it back, they were dead. She had had enough being manhandled by these.. these...

    Striker's mind went blank. Next thing she knew, she was running towards them at an incredible speed, far faster than it was normal, She had angled off, so the others would not be in the line of fire, and her slugthrower was singing. It felt as if she knew exactly where each shot needed to go, aiming for their visor or the neck. Striker was moving as a blur, on automatic. She had had enough. They needed to leave.

    And these beings needed to die.


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  25. greyjedi125 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Grim
    Canyon Range, Geonosis

    Their escape from the cave of undead creatures and the stormtrooper who had ambushed them, granted them a sense of relief and freedom that was all too short lived. Bitterness and angry resentment washed over a tired and beleaguered group. Grim could feel it. In himself, in Romeyn and in Stryker. Their self-restraint had been systematically eroded by their recent encounter with the 'undead'. They were freyed at the edges, hungering for freedom from this planet of undeath. And now, their only avenue of escaped was cut off by more stormtroopers.

    Grim felt the spike at once and recognized it for what it was. The Captain was angry, and turned that anger into focus. He knew what she intended to do the moment it occurred and knew it was too late to stop her. Whatever else could have happened here no longer mattered. The Captain was in motion, and Grim felt the force flow through her.

    Back by the cave entrance and some distance behind them, the stormtroopers were engaged in a heated battle against the unrelenting undead. Grim was certain that the white-clad soldiers who had been cut down were now a part of the undead army, just like the first shambler they had encountered. These fools were just swelling the army of undead.

    The choice and the path before them was clear. Escape was imperative.

    Without hesitation, Grim called on the force to disarm the stormtroopers from their blasters. Striker's sudden attack would certainly draw their attention for a moment, which would leave them vulnerable to his action. Oakes was free to let out some steam however it pleased him. This time around, Grim would try to keep a cool head, just in case any more surprises came around. As soon as these four troopers were out for the count, they would blast off from this dusty place and back into the stars and away from this madness.

    Still, he couldn't shake off the bad feeling he was having.

    Shaking off the feeling, Grim remained focused on the task at hand.

    Force be with us all.

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