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  1. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 19, 2007
    star 6
    IC: Dr. Kalor Duroth
    Med Bay - Fool's Gamble

    Moving quickly once they were into place, the doctor sedated both his patients and then set to work with the tools of his trade. A brief scan revealed the extent of their injuries; the captain had suffered severe muscle and tendon damage in his leg, but the bone still seemed to be in one piece. The other one had been considerably less fortunate, and would require having his small intestines sewn back together in addition to the repairing of major muscle damage. The doctor wasn't equipped to handle either permanently, but a short term solution might be possible, presuming it didn't kill them in the process. Without turning, he addressed the recently arisen Tal Falconer. "You, go fetch one or two of the other crew members who are free, and have them bring me any spare bacta we've got in storage. If they're patches, drain them into a bottle. I need pure, liquid bacta, as much as you can find. Get moving!"

    TAG: R_Zion, Sinrebirth, DarthXan318
  2. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Arrul Arriv
    Bridge, Fool's Gamble

    "S-Something stupid," Arrul repeated the human's last statement in a stupor, his head bobbing up and down as he willed his brain to comprehend what was going on. There wasn't much more to observe except that this mission had effectively been declared a disaster. At least his harried attempt to get Kraid to take responsibility and answer the call had worked. He was just stuck here to tend the ship and to inform the Captain of what was about to happen. Of course, he was probably in no state to listen to a frantic Sullustan rattle off about incoming Star Destroyers, but what other choice did they have?

    As Kraid busied himself with sending a reply back to the Imps, Arrul turned his attention to the comm on his side of the console and opened a channel to the Captain. A nervous gurgle issued from deep within his throat as his now sweaty fingers depressed the button and he began to speak. "Sir, uh, we have a situation up here involving Star Destroyers, but uh, everything's under control." He sat back to breathe a sigh of relief. He was on the home stretch now.

    "Kraid is about to do something stupid," he ended rather triumphantly and instantly winced at how absurd it sounded even to his own ears. What had possessed him to take the human's request so literally? Just what was the Captain going to think about that? It was funny how your whole world can come crashing down around you with just a single statement. Arrul braced himself against the armrest and awaited the response. Hopefully Kraid was having better luck...

    TAG: R_Zion, sprintabm
  3. sprintabm Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    May 20, 2005
    star 3
    Kraid Tynne
    bridge, Fool's Gamble

    Kraid sat motionless in his chair, with his hand still on his forehead as if he was still cursing himself for the words he uttered moments before. Actually, he was cursing himself, and he was awaiting the dreaded response from the Imps...

    Kraid is about to do something stupid.

    Slowly, his eyes turned towards Arrul. He took him literally, or he had a sick sense of humor.

    "Arrul," Kraid said quietly, "I was, uh, kinda joking there. Like the crew needs warning."

    He tried to smile at his last comment. Really, he did.

    TAG: any
  4. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Tal Falconer

    Medbay, Fool's Gamble

    The doctor didn't turn, but immediately barked out an order for someone to get more bacta... Tal frowned. Did he mean Tal? Must be. Now that he was standing, he could see that both the captain and Aden were unconscious. And in pretty bad shape, too. No wonder Kalor was trying to treat them at once -

    "Get moving!"

    Oh. Yeah. "Right away, doc!" Tal spun and lurched for the door. The room spun; Tal thrust out his left arm and thankfully found the wall. Blood loss, this was probably blood loss - he remembered passing out earlier - it wasn't pain medication, because his arm still hurt, and he knew the doctor frowned upon that anyway. Blood loss he could overcome.
    He took one step, then another. Steadier already. Tal felt his grin return.

    He stumbled down the corridor, looking for fellow crewmembers.

    TAG: Anyone who might be in the corridor ...?
  5. bad_feeling_haver Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 5, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Zhaelor'dau
    Corridor, Fool's Gamble

    Zhealor'dau jerked away at the droid's touch. S2 was nice enough, but droids always made him a little uncomfortable. It was a product of his Yuuzhan Vong upbringing that he hadn't quite shaken. He just couldn't stand to be touched by one. S2 seemed to take no offense, simply calling for two of Zhaelor'dau's crewmates better suited to the task, but Dow never considered whatever analog of "feelings" droids had anyway. Some people in this galaxy seemed to treat droids just like they were living, biological beings, and he had never understood that.

    "Very well," Zhaelor'dau said. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to check on the captain. He had barely stepped into the ship's main corridor when he saw the Calian Tal Falconer nearly pass out and barely catch himself on a wall. Zhaelor'dau watched as he picked himself up and stumbled a few more steps. He seemed to hardly be in any shape to be up and about, but then again, the current situation of the Gamble was desperate, and the whole crew was needed. Dow jogged over and held out a hand to the Calian. He was clearly still bleeding. "Are you all right?" Dow asked, offering his one hand. If he knew Basic a little better he might have realized that he had asked something of a stupid question.

    TAG: DarthXan318, Zion
  6. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Tal Falconer

    Corridor, Fool's Gamble

    An arm appeared at the edge of Tal's vision. He followed that arm up to the body it was attached to and found himself blinking up at Dow's face. The biologist looked ... concerned? Oh, no, there was no need for that, he wasn't the one passed out on the examination table. (The fact that he had passed out earlier, on the ramp, and was perhaps bleeding through the bacta patch, was inconsequential at the moment.)

    "'M fine," Tal assured him. He clapped Dow on the arm - would have tried for the shoulder, but he was somewhat too tall for Tal - tall for Tal, ha ha - so he didn't try. "Doc says get bacta. Says squeeze ou' the patches in storage." He had a feeling that the explanation was ... lacking in some manner, but he couldn't think how. Instead, he pointed with his good arm in the general direction of the cargo bay. "C'mon, tha' way."

    He marched down the corridor - or tried to, at least. The closest approximation he could make was a shambling walk.

    TAG: bad_feeling_haver, whoever else
  7. Mango_Salsa Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 15, 2006
    star 1
    IC: Dervin-JossCorridor, Fool's Gamble

    Lying on the gurney near the laundry, Dervin-Joss heard the sound of shuffling feet. Looking up, he saw the harried figure of Tal Falconer stumbling down the hallway, and Zhealor'dau hurrying to keep the man's face from hitting the floor. Leveraging himself up, the Ongree carefully stood, balancing himself with one arm, and Tal explained what he was doing. IT took him a moment to decipher the slurred speech, but it seemed the doctor was looking for bacta.

    "'M with you," said Dervin-Joss groggily, one hand on his side. "C'mon. We...get."

    He fell into step, if step it could be called, as the three made their way like two zombies and an escort to the storage area.

    TAG: DarthXan318, bad_feeling_haver
  8. bad_feeling_haver Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 5, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Zhaelor'dau
    Corridor, Fool's Gamble

    "Doc says get bacta. Says squeeze ou' the patches in storage."

    Squeeze out the patches? "The doctor, he needs the bacta like water--no, liquid?" Zhaelor'dau surmised, a better Basic word for the idea he wanted to communicate coming to his mind. Despite Tal's assurances, he and Dervin-Joss were clearly having some trouble just getting down the hall. Unfortunately, Dow could only help one of them along, and he'd seen Tal first, so the Vong did what he could to support Tal and help him along. It was a laborious but hurried walk to the cargo bay, and when they made it there Dow helped Tal lean against the wall near the storage lockers. He ripped open the door (figuratively), pulled out a canister of bacta and placed it on the floor. There were a few others in there and several packs of bacta patches, but it still wasn't a large amount. He didn't know whether it would be enough for Dr. Duroth, but then, he didn't know how much the doctor needed anyway. He hastily passed--or more accurately, threw-- a packet of bacta patches to Tal and another to Dervin-Joss. "Can we empty these into the can-eesters? They are all-ready fool," Dow asked in concern.

    TAG:DarthXan, Mango, Zion
  9. JediDingo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 3
    IC-Jasen
    The Last Gamble, Turret #2


    Jasen took another sip of the Ale, savoring the burning sensation as it slid all the way into his stomach. He held the bottle out in front of him and smiled. Only Corellians made the best Ale. Granted, many people had stopped buying it when his home planet led a Confederacy against the Galactic Alliance. Slowly but surely the timeless Ale had made it's way back into the buyers market. Jasen eyed that he had about half of a bottle left.

    He turned in his chair, back and forth, wondering what was taking so long. He touched his hand to his headset.

    "Hey, uh, Prancer," Jasen referred to Kraid in the cockpit. "Are these Imp's going to pick a fight or not? I need something to do. And why aren't you down here in one of the other turrets? I brought the Ale, it should be fun."

    TAG: Anyone...
  10. R_Zion Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Nov 23, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Drasius Kuze?s Turret Pod- Fool?s Gamble

    Instead of the expected response of the Utility Droid?s voice over the shipboard comm, the sound of the Sullustan engineer was the next sound he heard.

    "Sir, uh, we have a situation up here involving Star Destroyers, but uh, everything's under control. Kraid is about to do something stupid."

    TAG: BLemelisk

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    IC: Captain Jav Boran
    Med Bay- Fool?s Gamble


    As the lights on the ceiling began to run as if they were a treadmill and his world began to fade to black from the anesthetic, the sound of Arrul Arriv?s voice over the comm. unit on his hip broke the silence.

    "Sir, uh, we have a situation up here involving Star Destroyers, but uh, everything's under control. Kraid is about to do something stupid."


    ?A?answer?? the Duros muttered before his slumped back, unconscious.

    TAG: The_Loyal_Imperial

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    IC: S2-56G
    Corridor-Fool?s Gamble


    Typically, seeing the injured crewmen, he would have gone to help, but a more dire situation laid ahead of them at the moment? they needed someone to man the last turret. Mr. Jelavan had begun to imbibe on some alcoholic drink, so it was questionable as to whether he was coherent enough to handle it, especially when Mr. Kraid had told him to stay away from them. Still, he could be useful?

    ?Mr. Jevalan,? the droid called into the lower turret pod. ?Could you help these three gentlemen collect the bacta??

    Returning his attention to the corridor once more, he raised his vocabulator?s volume two levels more to try to get their Givin crewmember?s attention. ?Mr. Gyrr, we need you!?

    TAG: JediDingo, NickLitYouAFlame, Mango_Salsa, DarthXan, Bad_Feeling_Haver

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    Captain Carroth
    Bridge- Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer ?Imperator?


    "Uh... star destroyer... Kuat Drive Yard training vessel. Training vessel... KDYT923 on standard engineer/tech long cruise training. Departing after planet-side repairs. Uh, you guys?"

    All Captain Carroth and his young Lieutenant could do was glance curiously at each other. This was sounding rather? odd?

    ?Sir, what would KDY training cruise being doing out here in such a backwater system as this??

    ?Contact the Drive Yards,? the Captain grumbled as he stroked his goatee. ?See if they confirm that this vessel is one of there?s. The pilot has a Kuati accent, but something is off. Let?s try offering some them Core World ?hospitality? and see how they respond??

    Pressing down on the transceiver switch with his thumb, the elder human transmitted his response. ?Training Vessel KDYT923, we?ll be lowering the shields over our primary docking bay. You are cleared to come aboard and use our facilities to repair your craft before heading on your way. I?m sure our engineering crew could learn a lesson or two from an instructor from Kuat??

    TAG: HanSolo29, Sprintabm

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    IC: Captain Dooaba Meedo
    The Dusty Dowager- Docking Bay 6- Worlport- Ord Mantell


    A steady beeping awoke the Rodian Captain from his slumber. Knocking the napkin and a few paper dishes and cup from the control console, he discovered that the NavComputer was alerting him that they would soon be reverting. Within seconds, the mottle blue of Hyperspace unfolded into the blackness of space as Ord Mantell soon came into view.

    Receiving clearances from Worlport Air Traffic Control, Dooaba maneuvered his rickety ship through the atmosphere and brought in to a rest in Docking Bay 6 in the center of the city. Once he was assured that the ship?s systems were appropriately shut down, he reached over and activated the shipboard comm.

    <Mr. Stormreever, we?ve just arrived in Worlport, Ord Mantell. It?s 05:45 in the morning local time and partly cloudy. If you need a place to stay, I?ve heard the La
  11. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Elis Gyrr[/b]
    Corridor-Fool?s Gamble

    It had been around half an hour since Elis had physically moved and he reveled in the peace. The din of his fellow crewmembers didn?t even register in his mind, until he heard his name. Rather loudly, in his opinion, the droid first mate, S2-56G, called, ?Mr. Gyrr, we need you!?

    Without a second thought, Elis was moving towards the med bay. He announced his arrival with a salute, and chanted, ?How can I be of assistance, sirrah?? Elis hadn?t noticed any hostile boarders, nor had he seen any malfunctioning equipment. In general, he was confused about the use he was to the ship at its current state.

    Tag: Zion
  12. R_Zion Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Nov 23, 2004
    star 4
    IC: S2-56G
    Corridor- Fool?s Gamble


    ?OH, MR. GYRR,? S2 began as he saw the Givin exit the bunkroom before realizing he still his volume elevated. ?Oh my, sorry about that. Anyway, we seem to be at a loss for able-bodied crewmen and we seem to have been detected by a pair of Star Destroyers in orbit, so I was wondering if you could head into the lower turret and watch for trouble.?

    Turning, the droid began to make his way towards the bridge to check on the situation when he remembered one important point of information that might be needed. ?Oh, and Mr. Gyrr, Mr. Jelavan is down there already and might be slightly intoxicated, so it?s a possibility that you?ll have to eject him.?

    TAG: NickLitYouAFlame
  13. sprintabm Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    May 20, 2005
    star 3
    Kraid Tynne
    bridge, Fool's Gamble

    The comm from Jasen set off a minor explosion of expletives in Kraid's mind. He decided that it would be best if he vented part of it to the outside in precaution that the internal injuries would be too great to handle.

    "Jasen, you pathetic excuse for a Corellian pilot," he barked over the ship's intercomm, "if you're drinking in the turrets, you get the kriff out of there now before I contract Gorrk to space your sorry mudcrutch hide off this ship!"

    Done with his ship-wide rant, he leaned back, exasperated. He stared out the viewport before bringing up the navigation display to get his bearings on where they were in relation to the star destroyer. "OK," his exasperation suddenly gone and now animatedly speaking to Arrul and to himself, "what was I doing? Oh yeah. Talking to an Imp that obviously did not understand my transmission or definitely wants to trap us for no karking good reason, like an Imp ever needed one. This is kriffing piracy by a government, kriffing piracy!"

    Kraid was waving his hands as if he was conducting the world's finest, non-existent orchestra. "If we maintain course, we should reach our original jump point as long as that SD doesn't decide haul tail over to our neck of the woods. Now if we start to even deviate just the tiniest bit, we're dead. If we keep going on this course, our chances are, maybe, oh, I don't know, who cares! Arrul, the moment you see an opening to jump somewhere, anywhere, take it!"

    After taking a several breaths to calm himself down, he keyed his mike to respond to the star destroyer. "Uh, negative, destroyer, no need for assistance. Ship is fine, were practicing planet-side repairs with limited resources. Only simulated problems. Thanks for the offer - "

    Keying off his mike, he finished his sentence with a shout at the viewport. "We'll take a kriffing rain check!"

    TAG: dingo, solo, zion
  14. Shinrai Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Jan 17, 2008
    IC: Gorrk
    Gorrk?s Workshop, Fool?s Gamble

    Gorrk gave a throaty purr as the engines kicked on. The heavy thrum of the machinery had become a pleasant backdrop to his work during his months on the Gamble, and he didn?t like it when they stayed still for too long. The ship was moving again; that was good. Perhaps the captain would take them somewhere civilized where he could purchase what parts he needed to complete his latest invention.

    Moving around his workbench with a critical eye, the Ugnaught inspected his work. The lightsaber sat in the grip of a thin droid arm, with a 90-degree elbow servo and 360-degree wrist servo. The shoulder joint of the unit was a high-speed bi-directional motor, which could make split second changes in direction. The only other moving part on the unit was a sort of ?thumb? he had to shape in order to activate the light saber?s ugly mauve blade. Gorrk was annoyed that he lacked the remote chassis, verbobrain, repulsorcoil, and power supply to finish his creation. However, he would gladly rectify that situation as soon as the Gamble touched down on a more civilized rock.

    Gorrk tuned out most of the comm. chatter as he hooked the arm to his Reliacharger and tested its functionality. It almost worked too well and he was forced to duck at the speed which the shoulder motor spun the arm toward him. The thumb joint needed adjustment, as the lightsaber wasn?t made to be activated by a sliding piece of metal, but it was nothing he couldn?t handle. The elbow joint too could use some work as it responded a little too slow to suit his liking; though, he supposed the wrist could use speeding up as well. Gorrk cranked the shoulder motor to its maximum speed and watched with a sinister grin as the arm became nothing more than a gray blur. Shutting it off, he disconnected the Reliacharger and placed it back inside his cane.

    "Jasen, you pathetic excuse for a Corellian pilot! If you're drinking in the turrets, you get the kriff out of there now before I contract Gorrk to space your sorry mudcrutch hide off this ship!"

    Was that? was that sanction? Had Gorrk really just heard what he thought he?d heard? If it was true, and Gorrk really had heard Kraid declare it was open season on Corellians ? drunk Corellians no less ? then Isced-moot really had come early this cycle. After all, what could be a more worthy test of his latest invention than cutting something annoying into tiny little pieces? Better yet, when time came to play the blame game he would just point at Kraid! He could kill the kriffer he really hated, and blame the other kriffer for telling him to do it!

    Some days, Gorrk thought as he packed away his belongings, it really does pay to be a strange, touched in the head little Ugnaught.

    TAG: No one? yet

  15. JediDingo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 3
    IC- Slightly Intoxicated Jasen
    Gamble Turret Pod


    "Jasen, you pathetic excuse for a Corellian pilot! If you're drinking in the turrets, you get the kriff out of there now before I contract Gorrk to space your sorry mudcrutch hide off this ship!"


    Jasen laughed to himself. "But you told me to stay put, Prancer. So that's what I intend to do. Don't you worry about me, Kauti. Just give me something to shoot." Jasen replied.

    He was still smiling at the thought of that little ugly Gorrk doing something to him. Jasen knew for his hate for Corellians, and knew that if he was given the opportunity he would use Jasen in some kind of weird experiment. Jasen shot a glance over his shoulder to make sure that little Uglynaught wasn't near him. He would have to stay on guard. Jasen took another sip from his ale.

    TAG: The Crew
  16. sprintabm Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    May 20, 2005
    star 3
    Kraid Tynne
    bridge, Fool's Gamble

    "Something to shoot?!" Kraid was at it again over the ship's comm to Jasen. "You're a karking liability down there! Either you're gonna shoot and give the Imps a reason to make us a satellite of Alderaan, or you're gonna shoot and miss whatever's trying to kill us! Get the kriff out now!"

    TAG: inebriated Corellian
  17. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Tal Falconer

    Cargo Bay, Fool's Gamble

    Clumsily, Tal caught the packet of bacta patches. He was vaguely proud with himself for not dropping it; he usually did. But ... hm. Dow had a point, they already had several canisters of bacta, did they really need to squeeze out the patches? Tal tried to remember. The doctor hadn't said how much they needed, just that he should go get some.

    "Don' know how much Doc needs," Tal said. "Can't remember. Canisters might be 'nuff." He rubbed his face tiredly with his free hand; why couldn't he think? He made his living thinking, and it was frustrating to find it difficult now. And he was belatedly aware that he was slurring his words in haste, a problem he hadn't had for years. More slowly, he continued, "Let's just take 'em all to the medbay. Carry a canister each." He suited action to words, putting the packet down on top of a canister and bending to pick it up.

    The room tilted dangerously. Tal squeezed his eyes shut, counted to three; better. He straightened. The packet stayed on top of the canister, he stayed upright. Good. Tal turned around and started back.

    TAG: bad_feeling_haver, Mango
  18. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    Zem and DeeZee

    Ord Mantell

    Finally, thought Zem as he set foot on the rust bucket of a world, Ord Mantell. Dee hovered around him and dutifully followed his master as the ex-Imperial walked into town. He would check out the hotel and then figure out what he would do next. Look for work more than likely and avoid the Imperial authorities.

    "It's good to be home," Dee commented next to his master and Zem glanced at him. "This is where you found me is it not?"

    He nodded. "Yes. You were just some piece of metal ready for scrap when I rescued you from the dump."

    "And I appreciate that day every moment, master."

    "Good. Now lets see about finding ourselves a place to stay and some work." The mercenary headed in the direction of the hotel the Rodian had suggested.


    TAG: Zion
  19. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Elis Gyrr
    Corridor-Fool?s Gamble

    Elis saluted again, announcing, ?Stat! I?ll be sure to get that done.? Elis didn?t even think about mentioning that he had never fired a turret. He about-faced and marched dramatically to the turret pod access lift. Elis pressed the button for the lift casually, and then stooped to climb into it. The space was much to small for Elis, but he suffered diligently.

    When it stopped in the turret pod, Elis paused. He prepared himself to expunge a drunk. Although he was experienced with the inebriated, it never became easier to fight one. Their drunken state left them stronger, and less reactant to physical pain, if a little unsteady. Elis balled a fist and the lift door slid open, at his command.

    Tag: Dingo, Crew
  20. JediDingo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 3
    IC-Jacen
    Gamble Turret Pod


    "Something to shoot?!You're a karking liability down there! Either you're gonna shoot and give the Imps a reason to make us a satellite of Alderaan, or you're gonna shoot and miss whatever's trying to kill us! Get the kriff out now!"

    Jasen shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I'm not kriffing drunk, I've only had about half of the ale I bought. A Corellian can hold his liquor, unlike the Kauti people. You are causing unnecessary drama, so why don't you shut that talkative whiny mouth of yours and worry about those Imperials. Got it?" Jasen snapped back. That Kauti really was an annoying little kriffer.

    Suddenly the pod door slid open behind him. Jasen smiled, looking down at his ale. Gorrk most likely...

    Jasen pulled his blaster out, turning around instantly.

    "Stay put you little Ugl--Well if it isn't my Givin friend? You get tired of doing all those math problems I assigned you?" Jasen joked. He lowered the blaster, but still kept it trained on him.

    TAG: Elis, Crew
  21. R_Zion Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Nov 23, 2004
    star 4
    Captain Carroth
    Bridge- Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer ?Imperator?


    "Uh, negative, destroyer, no need for assistance. Ship is fine, were practicing planet-side repairs with limited resources. Only simulated problems. Thanks for the offer - "

    Just the response he had expected.

    ?Then, I must inform you, Kuati Training Vessel, that a No Fly Zone has been established within four kilometers surrounding the city of Pixelito. Please deviate from your present course and proceed to the city immediately.?

    TAG: HanSolo29, Sprintabm
  22. sprintabm Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    May 20, 2005
    star 3
    Kraid Tynne
    bridge, Fool's Gamble

    "Oh that's so surprising," Kraid shouted mockingly at the viewport, "and what a kriffing coincidence! Do they even have jurisdiction over this planet? This sector? Who cares! It doesn't matter! The Imps will do whatever the kriff they want! Long live the emperor!"

    He looked at Arrul and shook his head. He pressed the transmit button. "Copy, destroyer, making course for Pixelito."

    The engineer leaned forward to observe the sensor and navigation displays. He gave a shrug before speaking again. "OK, Arrul, time to show me that Sullustan pilots are worth the hype. Not sure how much time my little, white lie will buy us, kriffing Imps."

    Guess the rest of the crew should know. "Attention crew," Kraid broadcasted on the shipwide comm, "we just told an Imp star destroyer to go kark themselves, so, uh, get ready for sudden changes in acceleration."

    TAG: zion, any
  23. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Arrul Arriv
    Bridge, Fool's Gamble

    A shiver ran up Arrul's spine as Kraid effectively switched off the comm and told the crew of the Star Destroyer to basically go to hell. It wasn't like he was surprised with the results, he would've been right there cheering him on if he wasn't responsible for all the lives onboard this ship. That's where things got a little hairy. How was he going to outrun an armed Star Destroyer with a ticked off Captain with only a limited amount of space? It would be tricky yes, but Kraid's boasting about Sullustan pilots wasn't doing much to boost his confidence. If anything, it was making him even more nervous.

    "Shut the kriff up and let me concentrate," Arrul bit back in a tone that was unlike his usual calm demeanor. Then again, he could only take so many distractions. "Oh, and, I suggest you hold onto something."

    The words were barely out of his mouth when he hit the thrusters, the ship suddenly jumping forward with a great burst of speed. Now all he had to do was pray that the Star Destroyer stayed put long enough for him to find that little window of opportunity. Hopefully it wasn't going to be as hard as the human suggested.


    TAG: sprintabm, R_Zion, Crew
  24. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Elis Gyrr
    Gamble Turret Pod

    Met with the business end of a blaster, Elis uncurled his fingers. He let his arms fall down loosely by his sides, but took a careful step forward. Apparently, Jacen had been expecting Gorrk, because he said, ?Stay put you little Ugl--Well if it isn't my Givin friend? You get tired of doing all those math problems I assigned you??

    Elis shook his sealed dome slowly and spoke deliberately, ?Not at all, my good Corellian. In fact, I solved them all, whilst caring for Li. I was very appreciative of the stimulation, during so lax a time.? Elis raised his arms up slowly, just so his hands were parallel with his waist. He continued, ?I?m afraid I have some disappointing news, however. On orders from S2-56G, I am to relieve you of your post, Jacen.?

    Tag: Dingo, Crew
  25. sprintabm Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    May 20, 2005
    star 3
    Kraid Tynne
    bridge, Fool's Gamble

    The sudden throttling of the engines threw Kraid into his seat like a good shove at his chest. It was proof that there's always a good reason to put on your harness when sitting on the bridge.

    Now he had a feisty Sullustan pilot on his hands. That could either be a good thing: Arrul being so driven to his goal that he'll let nothing get is his way; or, Arrul could be so driven that he ignores things that may help them get out of this. Kraid decided not to dwell to much on this and concerned himself with the ship's systems. He started up the ship's limited electronic warfare capabilities. It wouldn't work against a star destroyer, but if fighters came at them, the Gamble might have a chance in jamming their sensors long enough to get them to safety. He also armed the weapons systems on the ship, effectively giving full authority to those in the turrets to do whatever they wanted, and powered up the concussion missiles and proton torpedoes. If they had to use them - hopefully they wouldn't...

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