Boba Fett vs. Aurra Sing

I think we can all agree that Misc. has gotten quite out of hand with these "chat" threads. In and of themselves, chat threads are harmless, but what was once a small sprinkling is now a deluge.

Another problem with Misc. is the inanity of some of the threads. My Butt itches, should I scratch it?, Gingivitis: Actual Disease or Something Made up by Listerine, I've run out of toothpaste...HELP!, are the types the threads seen out there nowadays. They aren't Miscellaneous topics, they're just dumb.


I think we need to do something about this. Either
<UL TYPE=SQUARE><LI>Make Misc. topics relate to Star Wars in some manner (I think that this was the original intent of the forum). Inform the members of this rules change and then enforce it.
<LI>Create a "Non-SW Misc." Forum. This would be the dumping ground for all the chat and brainless threads.</UL>


I realize that noone wants to administrate a chat forum, so perhaps the forum could have a moderater appointed to it. Someone who the administrator's can trust to be fair and just and who will only be there to make sure general forum guidelines are enforced and adhered to.

I know that there are several problems with these proposals, so fire away. Maybe we can hash it out and find a viable solution.

[This message has been edited by Paul (edited 08-15-1999).]

[This message has been edited by Paul (edited 08-15-1999).]

 

The only problem i see in creating a 'non-SW' forum is that it would kind of ruin the point of coming to a 'Star Wars' forum....I believe that chats should be housed to two or three threads and on programs like ICQ and AOL.

Can i also take time to point out my 'Actors/Actresses/Crew/Creator' idea for a forum? I suggested that in the other 'New Forums' thread and only one or two people acknowledged it

 

I agree about splitting Misc., but PB will need some convincing. He's against it, for some reason. I think there should be a "Lounge" forum, for all of the chat-type threads. Relaxing the rules about non-SW-related Misc. was fine in the old days, but since the population explosion, it has become ridiculous.

 

I am not against it completely. It's just I can't stand to ruin all chances of that forum returning to what it once was. I miss it, dearly. I believe we need to stop those chat threads that have no purpose. The cantina threads did, since they followed what the thread title said. These don't, everything is random, and they always promote stuff we don't need on the forum.

My vote: Close them, all of them.

 

Maybe we just need to agree on some new rules for the Misc. forum, post an announcement, and then everybody commit to enforcing them.

 

I agree, something's got to be done about that forum. I hate to say this but I sort of agree with Preacherboy about this. These threads are only going to get worse. And sometimes drastic measures are required.

 

I think a non Star Wars Misc. forum might be a good idea. I don't remember the last time I saw a thread in Misc. that actually had to do with Star Wars.

I think that when some new rules, or restrictions are agreed upon, they should be posted with the announcement thing that I remember PB talking about a while ago.

 

I think making some new rules for Misc. and enforcing them is a good idea in theory, but in practice I don't think it'll work that well. If you go with the "Rules Change", then I can see one of two things happening.

1. There is a great gnashing of teeth in Misc. Just about everyone under the age of 13 in that forum (about 95% of the current forum population judging by the posts) is going to post a million threads about how unfair and unjust and wah...wah...wah...
ad nausem. Plus, it's going to be hard as hell to enforce, since people are going to push the limits to see how much they can get away with.

2. Everyone gets pissed-off and leaves for greener pastures. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but a small and steady rate of new blood is needed to keep things fresh. With Misc., and the forum in general, a steady balance must be maintained between older members and newbies. Too many older members, and people get bored and conversations become stale. Result: People leave. Likewise, too many newer members and things spiral out of control. Older members leave in droves, removing any kind of restraining presence on the newbies. Result: The forum descends into mediocrity.

As you can see, neither result is favorable. With the "Rules Change" scenario, we may swing the pendulum too far in the other direction, and do more harm than good. Right now, the balance of Misc. is out whack and too far into the "mediocrity" end of the spectrum. I honestly don't know how to even things out.

So, I think that a seperate Misc. forum is the best possible alternative. It ain't perfect, but it'll give people who prefer those types of threads a place to hang out. More importantly, it will act as a "release valve" for all the mediocrity in the forums. Also, it will allow us to keep all the bull**** in one place, instead of having it scattered about the forum like so many cowpies.

 

I was just thinking that a face-off between Aurra Sing and Boba Fett would be cool... It could take place early in Fett's career, a bit before Episode II. Imagine Fett with his Mandalorian armor and cunning vs. Sing's viscious Dark Force powers... It could make for one great story!

Anyone who wants to start it can feel free... I'll probably post later on...

 

Oh yeah... they can't seriously injure each other, and definately NO FATALITIES, except to bystanders and "hard merchandise!" HA HA HA!!!

 

Okay, here's my idea for a setting.

Place: A dark, dank alley deep in the crime-ridden bowels of Nar Shaada.
Time: Midnight. Very, very dark. Ambushes are always more fun in the dark...

Just a thought...

--Mara Jade

 

Okeday, since no one else seems too interested, I'll post something.

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There was nothing in the shadowy alley to suggest danger, but Aurra Sing knew better. This was Nar Shaada, after all, and one of the worst parts of the city to boot. Here, danger came in all shapes and sizes, and often went unseen-- until it was too late.

Unconsciously, Aurra fingered her lightsaber. She really didn't want to be here, but a bounty was a bounty-- and what a bounty this promised to be. Enough to put her well off for quite a while, and maybe pay back an old debt or two.

Still, she didn't plan on spending any more time here than was strictly necessary.

As she peered through the shadows, she got a strange feeling in the back of her skull. Freezing in place, she heard a tiny scuffling sound--

Aurra Sing dropped to the filthy street, just in time to dodge the laser bolt aimed right at her head. Rolling quickly to her feet, she drew her lightsaber and held it at ready, breathing hard as she glared at her oppenent.

"Well, well," she said with a toss of her dark ponytail. "Glad to see you, too." She raised the saber to a defensive position. "Always nice to see a familiar face."

Her attacker stepped forward, illuminated by the red glow of her saber. Even in the poor light, she could make out the shape of his armor. He raised his hand in a mock-friendly greeting-- and fired another shot at Aurra from the blaster he held.

As she deflected the bolt, he nodded his helmet-clad head. She watched him warily as he stepped closer, seemed to consider her for a moment. Aurra stood still, ready for another attack. None came. After a moment, the man in armor spoke.

"Long time no see, Sing," said Boba Fett, quite conversationally.

 

"Huh. You haven't even been in the business long, Fett... although your short career has been somewhat illustrious, what with your delivery of the Hutt's hard merchandise," Sing replied.

Fett stood still, unreadable behind the Mandalorian helmet, a part of his trademark green and white armor. "You aren't going to infringe on my hunt, I hope," He asked. When Boba Fett asked something, it always came out as a statement... flat and unemotional, and backed up by a confidence as sturdy as the ancient war-helmet that covered his unseen face. "I would hate to dispatch a competitor as capable as yourself... there are so few in our trade of any worth."

Sing laughed, and tossed her scarlet braid over her shoulder. "There's certainly few as bold or stupid as yourself. I've taken out Jedi, and have their lightsabers to prove it."

"I've little use for such antiquated vestiges of past times. My business in not personal. I merely do my job. And I've got a few Jedi as well. I keep the credits. They're memoirs enough."

 

And then Fett shot her in the head.

THE END

 

Nice one, Jedi15, but...

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"Yeah," snorted Sing comtemptuously. "This coming from the man who collects Wookiee scalps. At least lightsabers have some uses-- like slicing and dicing anyone who gets in my way."

"Strong words," commented Fett in that same flat tone, but there was a new menace to it. "I suppose you think you can back them up." He stepped forward--

Sing smiled, casually tightening her white skinned hand. "Oh, I don't know..."

Fett stopped, put his hand to his throat. Aurra Sing squeezed her fingers tighter, and Boba Fett gasped for breath. With shaking hands, he raised his blaster and aimed at Sing's head.

Which was no longer there when he fired. But that was okay; he'd broken her concentration and was free from her Force grip. Gulping down air, he shot several more times. Each shot was deflected neatly by Sing's saber.

Suddenly, Sing charged him, taking him completely by surprise. He grunted as he dodged her strikes, then twisted away from the crimson blade. Swinging around behind her, he grabbed her long red braid and pulled.

It worked-- sort of. She did drop her saber, which disengaged, leaving them in total darkness. However, she managed to bring her legs around and trip him, knocking them both to the ground. Fett regained his balance; but by that time Sing had rolled away on her back. She stretched out her hand to summon her saber--

And cried out as Fett brought his foot down hard on her arm.

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So- what happens next?

BTW, great thread idea, Boba Frett!

--Mara Jade

 

Jade, You're the best! I can't believe you're fourteen! I could swear you were 22... you should consider an English major when you get to college!

This is gonna be great!

 

Aurra Sing looked up, the fear evident in her eyes. Fett's foot crunched down on her hand, nearly breaking the bones. She felt pain, of course, but even worse was the cold fear that blossomed in her gut. She looked around the dark alley, seeing if anyone could help her.

But they were alone.

Some bounty hunter I turned out to be, she thought. She had let her guard down for a few precious seconds, and now she was going to pay the ultimate price. Well, I'm not gonna make it easy for him. Maybe she could still retrieve her lightsaber. She looked up to face her adversary- and started right into the barrel of his blaster rifle.

Boba Fett looked down at her, like he was the Devil himself, and although she couldn't see his face, Aurra knew what he was thinking. This was going to be it. The final confrontation. They were going to see which was the best bounty hunter. Meaning that before the night was over, only one of them would be walking out of the alley alive.

A snarl escaped from her lips as she made eye contact with Fett's unreadable mask. Even if she could get her saber, Fett would only need to pull the trigger once, and that would be it. "You *******," she hissed, her anger mixing in with her fear. "You're gonna regret that."

Imperturbed, Fett shook his head. "Sorry to do this friend," he said, "but there's a big price on your head. The boss wants you dead."

"Boss?" she said. Could it be Jabba? But why would he want her dead? Aurra Sing was as good a bounty hunter as Fett was, and her ability to tap into the Force would be a useful ally. It just didn't make any sense.

Unless, of course, Fett was working for someone else. A thousand possibilities sprung to mind- Lady Valarian, the Republic, the Trade Federation- but none of them seemed likely. She took a deep breath, trying to control her shaking, and demanded, "Which boss?"

The bounty hunter paused, then shrugged. "You know, I never thought to ask his name." Then, before Sing could escape from his grip and roll away to safety, he pulled the trigger...

(Uh-oh, what happens next? This story is starting out really good. Too bad it can't be published. But you never know...)

[This message has been edited by Jedi15 (edited 11-24-1999).]

 

...but nothing happened. Sing had channeled her fear and anger into Dark Force power, and had rent the firing mechanism from its bearings in the split second before the warrior depressed the trigger.

"Wha-" was all Fett could get out before Sing used the Force push technique to knock him back, and she used that brief interval for her advantage, calling her lightsaber back yet again.

But Fett wasn't one for bumbling around, and recovered quickly. He detached a short-range thermite grenade and hurled it at Aurra Sing's feet, where she couldn't get with her glowing blade. She dived out of the way and rolled, dropping her weapon, but the edge of the heat field burned her arm, and she screamed like a wild beast in pain and outrage. The lightsaber, well within the field of destruction, became shrapnel as its powercell became superheated and exploded. A metal shard flew through the air, cutting into an unexpected Boba Fett's leg in a small area protected only by cloth, yielding a grunt of pain from him.

Sing hit a remote device on her wrist, summoning her swoop, which was hidden in the shadows around the corner. Their rather noisy scuffle was starting to attract the local scum, and while she could waste them all without remorse, they could provide distractions and cover for her wily adversary. The vehicle came rushing in, and she jumped on it, shooting off into the dark recesses of the Hutt-controlled moon.

Fett watched her go. He could always catch up with her later... and he was quite reliable for finishing what he started. He ignored the pain from his leg, which was only a minor flesh wound, and started planning how he would capture his other bounty, the Gotal Kep Dikta, an illegal arms runner who?d stepped on too many toes for his own good. For arms to be illegal in Nar Shadda, they had to be quite... nasty.... And the Gotal's empathic/telepathic abilities wouldn't help at all...


[This message has been edited by Boba Frett (edited 11-24-1999).]

 

Just a bit part...

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Aurra Sing pushed her swoop to the limit of its design, cursing at the top of her lungs at every turn. Pedestrians scattered like hens, and other vehicles screeched to halts. No one was stupid or suicidal enough to try and stop her. No one really cared; high-speed chases weren't exactly uncommon on Nar Shadda.

Well, then, thought Sing, that's one good thing about this scumpond.

Her train of thought was abruptly shattered when a cargo truck suddenly lumbered directly at her. "Shavit!" snarled Sing, swerving like a lunatic to avoid ramming right into it.

She tore past, holding on for dear life and missing the truck by about ten centimeters. As she breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't ended her life as a scarlet smear on the side of a delivery truck, she became aware of something.

Fett wasn't following her.

For the time being, that was good. But she knew Fett. There had to be a reason...

Sing smiled, a cold, animal baring of her teeth that wasn't really a smile at all. If Fett thought he was going to get his filthy hands on the Gotal, he had another think coming. If Kep Dikta didn't kill him, Aurra would be quite happy to toast him herself. Fett may have dealt with Jedi, but she was willing to bet he'd never dealt with a Dark Side adept like herself, and with the element of surprise on her side...

One way or another, Fett was a dead man.

And as she sped through the shadows, Aurra Sing began to laugh.

She was going to enjoy this.

 

This is SO COOL!!!!

 

After one of Sing's unexpected offensives, Fett remarks,"Pretty fly... for a Dark Jedi"

 

"Must...reach...Dikta..!" Roolo panted, weaving his considerable bulk through the narrow back-alleys of Nar Shaada. Racing back to the stronghold put a strain on the overweight Rodian's heart, but the grip of terror he felt in his chest paled in contrast to the sheer shock of seeing not one, but two of the deadliest hunters in the galaxy here on Nar Shaada.

"Not here...not now!" gasped Roolo. "Not when we're so close! Not when we're almost finished! Kep will not be pleased!"

Skidding to a halt in front of an ordinary-looking door at the end of an ordinary-looking alley, Roolo's chubby fingers quickly punched the clearance code into the keypad lock upon the wall. The lock which, if not disarmed, would trigger strategically-placed blaster bolts to rain down upon any unwelcome intruder. With a high-pitched beep, the door slid open, and the Rodian, after glancing over both shoulders, rushed inside.

"Kep? Kep?? We've got trouble, boss!" Roolo squealed, as he made his way to the far end of the room - the room that contained the very special, very deadly "merchandise". Merchandise which, most likely, was the very reason that Fett and Sing were in the vacinity. Hardware like this was bound to attract attention, even before it was put to use.

Roolo continued to look over his shoulders, when suddenly a soft growl cut through the darkness. "Relax, Roolo m'boy. I've already heard about Nar Shaada's latest visitors. I suppose I should be flattered that both Fett and Sing are here. But you really can't blame them, can you?"

"But boss, this ruins everything! We didn't even have a chance to test the goods! And now the whole plan is up in smoke!"

"Nonsense, my unimaginative friend. The arrival of Fett and Sing have provided us with the perfect means of testing our precious inventory. I can think of no better way to demonstrate the value of our prizes, then on the likes of those two hunters. Now relax, contact the rest of the conclave, and then help me to begin the activation process."

The Rodian, still a bit nervous yet never daring to question his boss, strolled over to the confident Kep Dikta. The two smugglers unpacked the storage crates, working long into the night with their best technicians, assembling and re-constructing their latest shipment. Skeletal limbs joined with shining torsos, and Roolo shuddered as each long, gaunt, and narrow "head" was put into place.

Before this evening, Roolo and the rest of Nar Shaada's citizens had never had the opportunity to witness an Advanced Battle Droid prototype in action before. But he knew that by morning, the streets of Nar Shaada would be full of them.

And, he reasoned as he viewed the deadly droids, not even hunters such as Fett or Sing could defeat a prey such as this. Not when they were only 2, and the self-repairing Advanced Battle Droids were practically legion.

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Note - these ain't your average Battle Droids. Think of 'em as a small army of intelligent, armored, IG-88s


[This message has been edited by Shinobi-Wan Kenobi (edited 11-26-1999).]

 

Great twist! The plot thickens...

 

Just continuing my Aurra Sing part...

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Something stirred in the back of Aurra Sing's mind. Danger sense...

She risked a quick look over her shoulder, and was surprised to see two swoops tailing her. What could they possibly want?

In answer to her unspoken question, one of the riders lifted a rather nasty looking weapon and sighted carefully.

Something told Sing it wasn't set on stun.

"Oh, shavit!" she hissed, twisting her swoop into a reckless evasion course. Things keep getting better all the time, she reflected bitterly. But who were these people? What did they want from her?

"They don't look like the type to answer questions," Sing muttered to herself. Whatever they wanted, she had no doubts about their intent. They were here to kill her. Somehow, she had to lose them. But how?

There was only one answer. Grimly, Sing realized what she had to do. If she survived, she was probably going to regret this, but there simply were no other options.

She used her Dark Side powers to rip away the gun, which clattered to the ground, buying her some time. Still her pursuers pressed on, gaining on her by the second. They'd be on her in a matter of seconds. She had to act quickly.

Now! Sing executed a stomach wrenching turn onto a narrow alley, the two other swoops hot on her tail. She braced herself--

And at just the right moment, she jumped from her swoop.

Sing landed on her stomach. She rolled onto her back just in time to watch all three swoops crash into the alley's dead end.

They made a spectacular fireball, lighting up the gloom of the night with light and heat. Aurra Sing watched coldly for a moment, then looked away.

She was sore all over, but miraculously, nothing seemed to be broken. Some bruises and scrapes, and at least one nasty laceration, but nothing too serious. She stood, wincing slightly. Her left ankle hurt, but she could put weight on it. A miracle, indeed.

Limping slightly, she made her way to the wreck. She realized almost immediately that there was nothing to be salvaged, and the bodies of her pursuers were too charred to be recognizable. Nothing to be gained there.

Turning away, Sing assessed her situation. Not too good, she realized. Being on foot in Nar Shadda was bad enough, but now there were people after her. She wondered if these were employees of Boba Fett's mysterious 'boss'. If so, what had she done to anger whoever the 'boss' was so much that he or she would go to such measures to have her killed?

Time to get out of here, she told herself fiercely. Whoever it is, you can be sure they sent backup.

Aurra Sing used the Force to suppress the pain in her ankle, then ran as fast as her legs would carry her away from the crash site. She knew these alleys fairly well, and if all else failed, she could let the Force guide her back to her ship. But that was a last resort. She wasn't letting this bounty slip away from her, and she certainly wasn't letting Fett off the hook. She could still capture the Gotal-- and make Fett very sorry he'd ever dared cross her.

 

"Yes," Kep hissed silently as he viewed the army of battle droids before him. He and Roolo had just finished putting together the last one, and now they were ready. Twelve of them in all, armed to the teeth.

Ready to kill.

They were a fearsome sight indeed. The Advanced Battle Droids two blaster cannons mounted on their wrists, with missile launchers attached to their shoulders. They stood over eight-feet tall, even bigger than a full-sized Wookiee.

Roolo stepped back into the shadows, obviously fearful of the assassins. Kep sighed in disgust, and reminded himself to get rid of the little pipsqueak soon.

Standing before the droids, he addressed them. "You all know what to do. There are two bounty hunters running amok here on Nar Shaddaa. They could be trouble to us. Find them immediately and kill them. It shouldn't be too difficult to find them. If you happen to see any explosions or blaster fights, they should be there. Bring their heads to me when you're done. That is all."

With that, the droid army did an abrupt right-face and exited the building, moving quieter than their size suggested. As they left through the door, they activated their rockets and sped out into the sky, beginning their mission.

Within seconds, they were gone.

Another of Kep's smugglers, a Twi'lek named Zorin, stepped forth nervously. "Sir," he whispered, "if the rumors are true about Aurra Sing, then she's able to use the Force. What if the droids find her and she-"

"Oh, come on, don't start telling me about that Force garbage," Kep snorted, disgusted with the fear his henchmen felt. "Force or no Force, she's no match for those droids. She may have eluded death time and time again. But when they find her, she's dead."

For the first time in years, Kep smiled.

[This message has been edited by Jedi15 (edited 05-04-2000).]