SWRPF Archive CarbonEye - (Star Wars...007 style)

OOC: What an active imagination Sithy. Thrust Dispersement Levels? Hmmmmm. Not exactly....

I suppose its time I throw in the kicker. You folks have been abused long enough....

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[b][color=red]IC: Team Blood Trinity[/color][/b]
[i]Location: Aboard the Correlian Frighter, Ruby Sunshine, Exiting Coruscant's Gravity Well[/i]


[i]Hailing Ruby Sunshine, this is Coruscant Security Control. Come in Ruby Sunshine[/i]

The man at the helm took a gulp and opened the line...

"This is Ruby Sunshine CSC, transmit message."

[i]Be advised that a team of four crimnals were at large in the Smuggler's Point area. These beings are armed and dangerous. Be sure to check your manifest to make sure they haven't stolen away on your vessel.[/i]

"Checked and checked." the pilot said. "There ain't no-one here but my crew."

[i]Very well then. Have a safe trip, and thanks for visiting Coruscant. CSC Over.[/i]

The man looked out at space, feeling the crazy man's blaster barrel coldly pressed against his head.

"Now get us into hyperspace. Coordinates Mytus VII." [b]Adder[/b] said coldly. "I want multiple jumps at Reece, Dantooine, Yavin, and Sernpidal to cover our path."

The man began typing into the Hyperdrive Interface. Adder watched what he did carefully, his trigger finger ready if he even sensed deception.

As the man typed, he ran over how he got to be in such a messed up situation. He was just ready to take off his freigher from Smuggler's Point, all loaded up black market nerfmeat heading for Nar Shadda. He didn't even notice how this group got into his hanger, and they must have jumped on board the ship. When he was up in the air, his cockpit doors got blown open and there they were, there to take over the ship.

"Keep going" Adder said, noticing the man's slowed pace and digging his pistol's barrel against the man's skull..

"Its done, its done!" the pilot said, and the green light on the hyperdrive confirmed coordinates set.

"Now usher in the jump." Adder commanded, the sure enough, the man obeyed. The ship gave a heave as it lurched off to its first jump point, Reece.

"Stand up." Adder said, backing away so that he was flanked by [b]Lisia[/b] and [b]Sadira[/b]. He seemed alot more at ease now.

"There." the man said. "You're in hyperspace and I've done my part. You're safe."

"Weeeelllll." Adder said, unholstering his other DeathHammer and twirling it around in his hand. "Not reaallly. You see, theres the issue of you."

"Me?" the man asked, his voice going high with concern.

"Yes. You see, you're a witness. No doubt the MI-5 are just starting the get the overtones of my ship being a trap. Maybe if we're lucky, they'll investigate the sink. Or perhaps they've caught Sadira's handiwork in the Control Office. Whatever the case is, they'll soon be on our backs again, and you know where we're going. Thats not good."

"Hey, come on man. Without me, you'd be fighting Trade Fed Fighers on Coruscant. I saved your butts by cooperating."

"And that we do appriecate." Adder said. "In reward for your kindness, we'll give you a painless death. No suffering, just a nice lightsout."

"But but but...." the man stuttered, thrown off by Adder's discourse. "You'll never get the ship out of hyperspace without me! Or land it."

"I watched you, so I know most of it. And we have a technological whizkid on board. I think we'll manage." Adder said happily.

"Hey maybe we can make a deal. I got....." the pilot started, but Adder cut him off.

"No I'm afraid the issue is quite closed. Now draw your last breath, think your last thought, and say goodnight."

The man stood silent, Adder pulled the trigger, and the man crumpled to the floor, a bolt shot right in the center of the forehead.

Sadira took a deep breath at the smell of blood, savoring it.

"Lisia, take the body to the hold. When we get to Reece, we'll jettison it."

Lisia nodded and went off, leaving Adder with Sadira.

"I never asked." Adder said. "Did the control tower thing go well?"

"Of course." Sadira said si

 

OOC: SITH-I-5, YOU HAVE NOT RIGHT TO MAKE THAT KIND OF DECLARATION! THE EXPLOSION DID NOT EMANATE FROM THE SNIPER'S SONG OR ANY OTHER PC CONTROLLED SHIP. ALSO, BE MORE DAMN SPECIFIC IN YOUR POSTS, YOU NEVER SAID ONLY THE SNIPER'S SONG AND DARTH UNLUCKY WOULD BE EFFECTED. FURTHERMORE, HOW THE HELL IS SOME GUY IN A DOCKING BAY PROJECTING A SHIELD OVER SHIPS OUTSIDE THE DOCKING BAY. AS MY POST WAS WRITTEN, MY SHIP IS BETWEEN THE DOCKING BAY AND SNIPER'S SONG. SO HOW HOW ARE YOU PROJECTING A SHIELD THROUGH ANOTHER PERSON'S SHIP? AND IF YOU TRIED TO PROJECT SOME KIND OF ENERGY BEAM (SHIELD IN THIS CASE) THROUGH A SOILD OBJECT, YOU'D OVERLOAD THE SHIELD GENERATOR IN THE DOCKING BAY AND CAUSE AN EXPLOSION ANYWAY.

 

OCC: NSPER 7... turn the nerdiness down about 10 notches first... now, back off of SITH-I-5 and go with the POST as written... Dont make me get DVC on you. He hasnt got all of his shots yet...

 

IC: ZAChos

"Sorry driver man, I thought you were outside," explained Zachos, still not up to speed with the fact that there were two car-on twins. He seated himself into one of the comfy rear chairs and flicked out his cigar case, spinning it between his long fingers.

Tag: Anyone in the speeder

 

INTERPOL ERT
Smuggler's Point
Coruscant

Hawkbat I swooped over the hanger bay, Lysire darting a nervous eye over the rooftops.

"Femi, have you found anything?"

Femi studied the console in front of him with a suspicious eye.

"Strange... They seem to have abandoned the vessel. It's as quiet as a crypt."

"I wish you wouldn't use that phrase. Still... Time to release."

She switched open the internal commm channel.

"Alright boys, you're clear for insertion. Keep your eyes open and get back here in one piece."

The transport descended, hovering only a few meters above the rooftop.

Captain Mors secured his rappel line.

"We're in. Move, move, MOVE!"

Six figures in dark body armor descended on thin cables from the hovering transport, six pairs of boots hitting the duracrete rooftop in quick succession, spreading out from the drop point.

"Hawkbat I, this is Captain Dace Mors. We're clear. See you at the extraction point. ERT out."

"Roger that Captain, and good luck. Hawkbat I out."

The aerial transport lifted into the sky, cables winding back up into the vehicle, as it headed away from the building.

"Dace, this is Azira, Hawkbat II has delivered. We're making a rapid descent and entry through the main entry."

"Azira, we're on the roof right now, coming in through the skyport."

"We'll cover you once we secure the ground. Azira out."

Dace switched to the squad channel.

"Alright team, get ready for a drop."

The six of them hustled across the rooftops, trained to move swiftly even when carrying a formidable amount of equipment. They reached the skyport, a gaping hole in the roof through which ships could descend or ascend through to dock in the spaceport. They fanned out around the giant entryway, taking up positions evenly around it as they anchored the rappel cables to the rooftop.

Dace gripped his carbine, getting ready to jump clear of the rooftop and descend.

"Entry in four... three... two... What the..?"

As he was counting down, there was a sudden hum of machinery and a solid dome of green energy spread out over the ship below them, shielding it from their sight.

"Hold that thought." He backed away from the edge, the other soldiers doing the same.

"Maris, do you have an id on that thing, and can we get past it?"

"Maris believes it to be a containment field, used to shield the hangers from the ship."

The Rodian dropped a piece of duracrete down onto the energy field below, watching it spark and sizzle on contact.

"Alright, that would be a 'no'. Azira, are you seeing this?"

"The containment field? Someone had to activate it, the controls should be inside the building. We'll form a perimeter around it, you take your team and find the source, it could be one of ours. Azira out."

He turned to the general law enforcement comm channel.

"We've got some kind of containment field over the target, we're looking for the control room now. Anyone care to confess before we come in the hard way?"

He kept the channel set to "recieve", switching back to the squad channel.

"Alright team, secure the building, and let's figure out who put up the field. Move out."

Their boots thudded against the duracrete as they arrived at the rooftop access door, as Maris tested the door.

"Locked... Maris shall have it open in no time."

Before he could do anything, Fropirr barked a warning and slammed a large fist against the locking mechanism, denting the door in as he pulled it open. The others quickly filed in, Bon Sang and Bek taking the forward positions, Tyria and Fropirr following behind them.

"Sorry Maris, but we need you to work the Sniffer" Dace said to the Rodian as the team rapidly descended the stairwell.

On the landing below, Bon Sang and Bek had taken up positions on the opposite sides of the doorway, watching the hallway with their weapons at ready. Maris pulled a metal object about the size of a small dinner plate from his bag, setting it onto the ground, as it unfolded two sets of slim metal legs, hoisting

 

OOC: Sorry if I blew up, but Sith-I-5's post was very vague. Which ships are in the hangar and which aren't? We can say that my explosion was caused by a random missile fired from the Sniper's Song or something.

 

IC:Berix Kallos/Cortania/Coruscant

Berix took his helm and placed it on a nearby chair while he got out his data-pad entering in different names, DOB, and accusations he trawled through all the databanks searching for anything to do with this "Lash" character, coming up with no results, he slowly started to give-up which he eventually did. Placing the datapad back in one of his multiple pockets he put on his helmet and checked the rebreather system making sure there was nothing wrong then he turned to Joss "Joss, i was wondering, do we have any idea where these people are cause if i could get a last position or somthing i could triangulate the coordinates giving us a safe spot for insertion that is'nt to far from the hot zone".

TAG: Joss Vendu

 

OOC:

All the characters of the INTERPOL ERT are less than a week old and don't have sheets. My youngest character, Jugger, is older than them. Shalin is your PC in my eyes. He's got a sheet, got some character development and a very good and elaborated history.

Tell ya what LW, you keep playing the ERT, get some sheets up. Maybe some non-battle related posts and some character development..... and then after maybe a month or so, you're more than welcome to try this again w/ TBT. Maybe we'll get into a tango then ....

As to Angelo, Joss, Nifesta and the rest...

Neener Neener Neeeeeener!

TBT Post up tomorrow, and I'm still accepting TAGs for the Sniper's Song too....

Never know what you might find in such a ship....

-I_H

 

OOC: Again, sorry for the outburst earlier. Had kind of a stressful day...

IC: Darth Vulcanis

Smuggler's Point, Coruscant

Vulcanis looked around, his grip continuing to weaken. Even the Force couldn't augment an injured man's grip for that long. Even if he held on, the rest of the ship would fall, the wall would crumble further.

Then he sensed it, the death of an innocent man at the hands of his foes. The blaster, the pleading, and then silence. It was too much for Sadow, the pain and the injuries. His arm went lax and he fell. He looked up, seeing the freighter getting smaller and smaller. He could even see that transport above it and sensed the two men who had been struggling to reach him.

The Force slowed time down, or was it merely the eternity of oncoming death, he was still looking up. Anton Sadow clasped his armored hands together, reaching his left hand below his right and turning a small clasp and pulling it. Instantly, a metal piton shot upwards from the wrist, a high-tensile wire trailing it. Up and up it went, even as he continued falling.

The piton shot past the outcropping he had hung from and wrapped downward, catching itself on the outcropping and arresting Vulcanis's fatal fall. He swung to and fro, the wind battering him slightly, but the wire held and it was connected directly to his armor. With his left hand, he twisted the small clasp again and the tinny electric whirring sounded and, slowly, the wire started retract itself, pulling Sadow upward, back towards the outcropping; hopefully, the outrcropping itself, or the very freighter for that matter, held.

TAG: Lightwarden, anyone else involved

OOC: Lightwarden, you can post pulling my character aboard your transport.

 

IC as Pam Rocker and Cale Krest

Cale smiled at the nice vehicles in front of him. He k new he could fly both with excellent precision and execution, but it wasn't his place. He shot things into tiny peices. If Lead wanted him to fly, then he would say so.

"Lead, if you didn't already know, I can fly either of those scooters. Just if you need me," Cale said to put his input in.

Just as Cale said that, he saw a figure walk through the docking bay door. "Pam!" Cale cried out. "How the hell did you get here and where the hell have you been, *****!"

"You can't talk to me like that. Not after what I have. I hitchhiked here and I checked with the spaceport to see if you brought my ship. Sure enough, you did. Why the hell didn't you change the name?"

"The ship's not under anything with MI5."

"How do you know?"

"Onolar said."

"Where is he?"

"In the ship, but we need you."

"Why?"

"I'm sure you can pick apart those two speeders. We need a mechanic, plus I hear your not too bad with a gun." The two stopped arguing and looked at the group staring at them.

"Guys, this is the contact. Pam Rocker. She'll be helping us on this mission." Pam punched his armor in the gut.

"I've already gotten to far back into MI5. I got too close once and it ended badly."

"What's your price."

"20,000."

"son of the Force, you could buy your own merc. team with that and spare us the trouble."

"Look, now's not the time. My price and I give you guys the info." Cale nodded grimmly. "Okay, there's an MI5 contact in there. That's why I'm alive. He told me to get you guys there and into Jabba's place. where's Onolar, he's suppose to be leading?"

"Lead is there. Call him Lead. He he is lead." Cale pointed to Shalin. Pm suddenly softened at the man, not sure what to think. She immediately regained composure.

"Lead, I think we sould infiltrate. That's what the MI5 guy said. If he is MI5."

Tag: Red Team

 

OOC: I'm back. Okay,
1) I apologise unreservedly if my shield post was in any way unclear; and to demonstrate further that I cannot draw, I've sketched out the state-of-play as I visualised it at time of posting.

[image=http://www.geocities.com/yavin_base/bs_pics/sp.jpg]

2) I like to sort problems out via PM, and I can assure players (and anyone with uber Admin powers can confirm this) that nsper7 and I did try to sort this mysterious explosion out privately before RL and the 'green sky' domino effect forced me to go public.

3) Imperial_Hammer wrote, There needs to be some concrete risk to playable characters for me to ever sacrifice one of my own. Might not like it, but it makes for goooood RPing. Perhaps a new, more personable strategy is in order?

Sorry mate, you shot your bolt with that crater on Theed. I for one am not risking established PCs against you. Did it before, and your idea of RP-ing was an atomic bomb...actually, no, it was two, wasn't it?

 

IC: Blue Team ? Ground Convoy

Markus tapped Lefty on the shoulder to halt the family speeder before it entered the road with Cotati Blueprints.

With the Last Bolt riding shotgun, he decided to dispense with the Bait Team/ Circle Team guano. A glance out the back window showed the other speeder slowing to a halt behind them.

There were no civilians wandering through the darkened streets, no traffic, and only a few vehicles parked on the road.

Agent Carfax commed his ship. ?Last Bolt, take a run through and check the road out.?

Copy. Standby.

A distorted view of the roadway reflecting off it?s shiny underside, the Sith Interceptor moved smoothly ahead, a powerful searchlight cutting through the darkness and briefly illuminating each parked car, or building doorway, before carrying onward to their destination.

TAG: Cotati, Draco, any Blue agents not played by me

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[i]MI5, sublevel three, Coruscant[/i]

[b]IC: Angeo Lim[/b]

Although she hadn?t been communicating with the [i]Darth Unlucky[/i] at the time, her equipment registered and displayed that the frequency was dead.
Other frequencies that she was passively monitoring though, mentioned the blister shield now covering the enemy vessel, so she made a mental connection.

Then another message came through, direct to her over Green Team?s emergency channel.

"[color=green][i]Agent Nifesta and Analyst Lim. Just what in drokking hell is going on? Any clue just where our suspects actually are?[/i][/color]"

?Agent Vendu? This is Lim. Why are you assuming them to not be on that ship??

While she waited for Green Team?s leader to respond, she caught snippets of transmissions indicating that some Jedi stationed above the atmosphere that had already gotten to their ?hyperspace rings? had sensed a dark Force ?presence? aboard a freighter that was leaving the planet legitimately, and had pursued it into hyperspace.

The chances of them correctly following it to it?s immediate destination, and reverting to realspace anywhere near the target, were billions to one, she knew.

With a snarl of frustration, Analyst Angeo Lim shut off all comms apart from the the one with the [i]Cortania[/i], and sat back in her padded chair, taking deep breaths to clear the irritation that she felt at the cocked-up Sith hunt.

She had fragged up this time. Nifesta and the [i]Darth Unlucky[/i] had been diverted to Centre specifically to look for the Sith, but thanks to Captain Ordis? early departure, she had been forced to re-assign the Twi'lek E.P.E. to the spaceport arrest.
Now thanks to her bad judgement, the Twi?lek and his ship had been trapped under a blister shield whilst the quarry escaped.

She glanced around, looking for her ice cream.

[b]Tag: [color=green]Vendu[/color], anyone who wants to say ?hello? to her.[/b]

 

IC: Draco Gant

Draco had to shield his eyes from the intense searchlight glare that briefly overtook his armored speeder. An advance spotter had alerted him to the convoy's approach, the mysterious ship overhead a dead giveaway that these weren't civies en route to his posistion. He'd hastily ordered his men to their concealed posistions and alerted the guided missile teams several blocks out to look alive. As soon as they entered the killzone he would give the order. He adressed the men over the comm. "Lieutenant, I want your marksmen to take out the Jedi before they turn their sights to anyone else, understood? And you missile teams, I want that ship blown out of the sky when this starts. Everyone else just hold your posistion and wait for my signal." As soon as they exited their vehicles...

Tag:anybody

 

OOC: I'm back, but I have a lot of catching up to do; man this game travels! I probably won't get to it until a couple of days, I'm not even sure where my character is. Cheers.

 

Courscant, the Cortania IC as Joss Vendu

Lim's reply came quickly enough, ?Agent Vendu? This is Lim. Why are you assuming them to not be on that ship??

"Because that transmission I sent to you enroute here was nothing more than a computer program laced with the actual verbal message. It correlates all MI5 intel from your database back to me while using all local emergency comm frequencies on planet to connect you and all INTERPOL comm chatter onto my ship's reciever." ,he stated quickly. "And the boys with INTERPOL have yet to signal capture or any meeting with a potential enemy and have confirmed landing on site to find the ship. Therefore darling, we've officially been fragged good and hard I'm guessing?", Joss may have said the last part as a question, but he knew good and well the answer to it. And he didnt like it one bit as he blew off a string of curses that would make an Aqualish Spice Monger blush.

"If Adder is half as smart as I think he is, and he seems so by the way he just played us, then the suspects are already lightyears away from here by now. Do we have any information on their last known whereabouts?", he said flatly and paused. "Oh and by the way Lim, gobbling ice cream is not a viable option, so put the spoon down and step away from the freezer, love." It was purely a guess, but Joss thought he had the Analyst's habits pegged as he made his joke to kind of lighten up the situation in his eyes.

TAG:LIM

 

IC: 'Last Bolt', Markus Carfax

Since Sounil had placed the ship on Yellow Alert, the vessel's A.I. had taken it upon itself to scan communications in the area around the ground team.
And there was nothing about a taxi cab exploding all over the shop that suggested to it that now was the time to stop. Thus, though it wasn't immediately sure of where the transmission was from, or who it was to, there was something in the content that made the computer confident it could make an educated guess as to who it was about.

"Lieutenant, I want your marksmen to take out the Jedi before they turn their sights to anyone else, understood? And you missile teams, I want that ship blown out of the sky when this starts. Everyone else just hold your position and wait for my signal."

So as to make no mistake, the Last Bolt did a proximity scan to see if there was another ship in the vicinity likely to be the recipient of a GAM (ground-to-air-missile) surprise. A big fat nope.

It got on the comm back to Carfax.

Tense, nervous headache? It enquired cryptically, having spent way too much time round Detective Hardcastle.

In the speeder, Markus exchanged a glance with Agent Zachos, and thumbed the 'response' key on his datapad. While he answered, his eyes took in the saved message from Green Team, scrolling nonchalantly across the screen, reporting that they were in trouble on Dantooine. Shame.

"Not especially." He said, responding to the ship's unusual query.

You will if you come in here. Cotati's position has been compromised. No physical evidence yet, but I intercepted a transmission suggesting we are about to be ambushed. With missiles, no less.

Missiles? Carfax cough of surprise was harsh and painful. "Missiles? Frag. Call the Chosen One; advise them we may need assistance, oh, and scan the area for heavy ordnance."

Copy.

TAG: Draco

 

Shalin "Lead" Kitovaz
Mos Espa Spaceport
Tatooine
Middle O' Nowhere

"If you think you're the best ****** pilot we've got, then by all means, pick one and fly it. But give these guys first refusal."

He pointed his thumb at the silent team members.

"Something on your minds *******s?"

He heard the sound of footsteps and rustling cloth, and quickly turned around as the red Twi'lek entered the docking bay. His left eyebrow rose.

It can't be...

However, Cale's reaction confirmed it as he "greeted" the Twi'lek.

This has to be a ********* joke... he thought, as the third shortest rescue mission he'd ever been on came to a close.

He watched the two interact, haggling over the price of her services, and the prospect of her contact.

Well, someone had to have given us the information in the first place... still... this could be a trap set by "Carboneye".

He studied Pam with an appraising eye, weighing the risks involved.

He turned to Cale.

"Make sure the information's good."

He pulled his comlink from his right pocket, calling the Mon Calamri inside the ship.

"Your friend Pam has safely returned, and she says she's got information. She says she was helped out by an MI5 contact. Can we confirm any MI5 presence currently on Tatooine?"

He turned back to the Twi'lek.

"We're heading to the palace you just ******** escaped from. If you think that might be problem, then make yourself a little less conspicuous."

He pointed his thumb at the ship behind him.

TAG: Uber-Ed, the strangely silent team

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INTERPOL ERT
Transport at Smuggler's Point
Coruscant

Askrut and Tris descended on the cables, dangling in the wind as they swung towards the walls and back, planting their feet against it and pushing out as they were lowered down on the cables.

Tris judged the distance, only a few meters from the dangling armored figure.

"Almost there Lysire, just keep her steady."

"I'm trying as hard as I can, it's getting a little windy up here."

Koli's frozen moons, what kind of armor is that? she thought to herself as the two of them approached.

The figure suddenly slipped further, his grip coming free as he fell.

He had to make things difficult...

At the edge of her vision, she could see Askrut drawing his grapple, quickly sighting the falling humanoid. The Bothan marksman was a crack shot, she didn't doubt he could make the shot.

"Askrut, hold it. He's up to something."

She watched the figure fire off a line of his own, anchoring it to the wreckage as he began to ascend. Askrut quickly holstered his grapple, and continued to descend on the line.

"Lysire, take us down a bit."

The transport began to lower slowly as they approached the rising humanoid. The two rescuers approached him, each grabbed onto an arm and quickly secured a cable to his waist, ascending with him.

Above them, the wreckage of the starship groaned ominously, the cracks around the impact crater lengthening.

"Lysire, this thing is going to break loose, get clear in five... four... three... two... one... NOW!"

Tris felt around the man's gauntlet, checking the area he had pressed to launch the piton and cable, toggling the release mechanism. The three of them swung clear, their rappel cables winding back up into the transport as Lysire and Femi piloted it away from the wrecked freighter, which broke free from the wall and tumbled into the canyon, taking several chunks of the building with it as it plummeted into the darkness below.

Askrut and Tris pulled the semi-concious man into the transport, sitting him down and securing him with the crash webbing as the side doors closed.

"**** it. It looks like he's the only survivor."

Tris began to check him for injuries.

"Who are you and what happened back there?"

TAG: nsper7

 

Carsan Achar
Mos Espa Spaceport, Tatooine

Carsan stood with the rest of the team members. For his disguise he had succumbed to his desire to show off. He wore a magnificent suit of black armor with golden trim. Over that he wore a heavy brown cloak so that he wasn?t too conspicuous. He had the cloak tightly wrapped around him. There was a good chance that someone might not approve of his outfit and he didn?t want to get in any arguments. Carsan would take off the cloak when they got inside the palace. His face was heavily scarred and he had the look of an experienced mercenary. At his side he had his trusty blaster holstered, and carried concealed knives all over his body. He watched as a red Twi?lek arrived to their meeting ground. One of the other team members was negotiating with her. He heard Shalin speak to the team.

"Something on your minds *******s?"

Carsan didn?t say anything. After his first foul-up he couldn?t afford to offend the team leader or his cronies. He stood silently and fought the urge to yawn. Eventually they would get in the transport and travel to Jabba?s palace. But that time didn?t seem to be now. Carsan pulled a bag out of his backpack. The bag contained his standard snack-dried apricots. He popped one in his mouth and continued to wait.

Tag: Anyone

 

OOC:

Whoa. Ah, crap. I know I haven't posted anything in the past 2 days. It's that darned real life again. Let me catch up on all that's happened and I'll make a new IC post some time tomorrow (Saturday). Sorry for any inconvenience. I'd hate to be awarded the "Nicest GM" and then let down all my award-winning players... I'll be back very soon.

Keep RPing.

---Scotty

 

IC: Darth Vulcanis

Aboard INTERPOl ERT Transport, Smuggler's Point, Coruscant

As consciousness returned, Anton Sadow looked up at his rescuers, smiling slightly, although his silvery helmet covered up all his facial gestures. Slowly, he unhooked the crash webbing, not liking the feel of being strapped down, and then lifted off his helmet and setting it down carefully beside him. Underneath the helmet was a youngish male in his late 30s, with hazel eyes and black hair. Unlike many Sith Lords, Sadow retained much of his youthful handsomeness, althought wrinkles of age were starting to appear, mainly around the eyes.

He held his hands up to signal his would be interrogator wait. With his left hand, he reached down through the neck opening of his armor and carefully removed a black and red ribbon with a medal attached to it from his around his neck. The medal itself was a silver Sith emblem with crossed lightsbaers beneath it and a ring of tiny diamonds (much like on his lightsaber) circling it.

Carefully, he handed the medal to his interrogator, "I was once the heir to the mantle of the Dark Lord of the Sith Order, but that is no more, supplanted by another Lord. Now, I am the Baron of Coronet, the capital of the planet Corellia. My name is Anton Sadow, a descendent of the great Dark Lord Naga Sadow, but I am known as Darth Vulcanis. If you check the Sniper's Song records, you'll see I tried to contact them, but the communication was shut off."

As though to further prove his claims, his left hand dropped to the hilt of his lightsaber, marking him as in that very small fraternity of modern swordsman.

"Why I am here? That is an entirely different matter. In one way, much easier to understand. As I said, was all but removed from the Sith Order and given a pittance to keep me from causing trouble. Now, I am the founder and leader of the Army of a New Korriban, which will one day supplant the Sith Order itself. Unlike the modern order of Darth Bane, we seek an army and a government. Even our armor hearkens back to another time, the time of the Jedi Civil War. Do not worry, I have no attention of trying to start another one; I am no fool."

He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Back to why I am here. If you were trying to show the galaxy that you were a legitimate military agency, wouldn't apprehending the most dangerous criminals, trumping the Jedi Order and its famed MI-5, go a long way? Even better, wouldn't fostering cooperation between a new Sith Order and the fabled Jedi Order allay fears that we will be nothing more than another group with galactic conquest on our minds?"

Sadow extended his right hand to shake his interrogator's, "And thank you for saving my life. What caused me to slip was I felt a man pleading for his life, begging to be allowed to live, and then...nothing."

TAG: Lightwarden, anyone else involved

 

OOC: I am sorry for my absence, a lot of tests screwed me up.

IC: Coruscant Orbit, Mandras Kruk

I felt pain creep up his back, he found himself awakening in the presence of a room full of operatives he had never really known, there was no trust, not after he had been wounded. I can serve myself I thought, afterall I was a Correllian who had earned his bloodstrips. Almost out of cue I spoke, "I have no real experience with this unit, but my resources can help you. Let me find more info on this dark sider before you try to tackle the antogonist, besides, I have a feeling he has some tricks up his sleeve. I can go immediatly to Coronet Cantina in Coruscant's entertainment district, to find out more, about this threat, trust me!" it was hard to convince these people after all, I had never really spoken directly to them.

TAG: Green Team

 

OOC:

My, my, my... I'm seeing a lot more of this `astrisk` dialogue ( ****** ) popping up. I really don't mind if you do that, just don't go over-board with it. After all, we just won Best New RPG...we don't want to dumb down the quality of the series by editing out supposed swear words. It's starting to look like lyrics to a rap song.

Nice idea bringing Carfax's sister back into the series, Sith. Oh, and you should add your docking bay layout to the MI5 Art Gallery.

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[color=red][b]IC:[/b] as Shasta Moonreaper
Mos Espa Spaceport - Tatooine[/color]

After listening to the questions about the `insider` that managed to rescue Pam Rocker from Jabba, Shasta said, "Well, we should probably contact one of the higher-ups at HQ, like M or Angeo Lim, to find out if there [i]is[/i] in fact an undercover MI5 agent here on Tatooine."

[color=red][b]TAG:[/b] Red Team on Tatooine...[/color]





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[color=blue][b]IC:[/b] as Cotati
Cotati's Blueprints - Alderaan[/color]

Cotati sat patiently in his office twiddling his thumbs...

[color=blue][b]TAG:[/b] Any Alderaan people...[/color]

 

The 'Darth Unlucky', Smugglers Point docking facility, under shield with 'Snipers Song'

IC: Mitch Nifesta, Yoda

"Sensors indicate that we are surrounded by a blister force field generated by the docking bay itself." Nifesta was leaning towards some readouts as he reported.

"Then not a green sky?" Yoda enquired cautiously.

"Doesn't look like it. Must have been afraid the other vessel would do something drastic, like self destruct."

"And if it does now?"

The Twi'lek operative exchanged looks with the jedi master. He shrugged, "This ship's former owner installed some pretty strong shields. We can't stay here though, so I'm going to try something."

"Like it I will?"

"Well, if it fails, you won't get the chance to complain."

"Poodoo."

"Poodoo indeed." Nifesta expanded on his idea. "If I change our shield harmonics to match those of the blister shield, we should be able to pass through it unharmed."

Yoda nodded his permission for the plan to go ahead.

Nifesta tried to keep his thoughts to himself as he reached for the shield frequency dial. Ah well, initiating Operation Certain Death.

"Heard that I did."

"Yeah yeah."

TAG: no-one, Imperial_Hammer (if you were planning to blow the 'Song)

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[i]Docking facility control room[/i]

[b]Detectives Crickett and Tibbs, shield controller[/b]

Crickett was looking contentedly out the window at the shimmering green dome of energy, when he heard a door open.

He turned that way, reaching for his blaster when the sight of lots of gun barrels and a shiny riot shield stayed his hand.

"[i]INTERPOL ERT![/i]"

"[i]NOBODY MOVE![/i]"

"[i]Keep all your appendages where we can see them![/i]"

Glancing at his partner without moving his head, he made sure that he was following the instructions too., then identified himself to the newcomers.

"Gentlebeings, don't shoot. Detective Crickett, Meerian Vice. That's my partner, Detective Tibbs."

[b]TAG: [color=firebrick]INTERPOL E.R.T.[/color][/b]

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[i]MI5 HQ, sublevel three[/i]

[b]Angeo Lim[/b]

Agent Vendu was expounding on how clever the adversary was: "[i]If Adder is half as smart as I think he is, and he seems so by the way he just played us, then the suspects are already lightyears away from here by now. Do we have any information on their last known whereabouts?[/i]"

Lim nodded, deciding to trust the agent's judgement on this. "INTERPOL spotters came across the group after they met with Republic General Von Bolt at The First Universalist Church of the Holy Aura in Column Heights. They then followed them to the Smugglers Point docking bay where it was decided to send everything we could marshall to prevent them leaving the planet."

She listened as the Green Team leader made what she took as a personal dig.

"[i]Oh and by the way Lim, gobbling ice cream is not a viable option, so put the spoon down and step away from the freezer, love.[/i]"

The audacity of the man. Did he think he knew her? "You like working out of Headquarters, yes? If you don't want to be assigned to a solo listening post in the Atrivis Sector, I'd knock off the insults, Agent. Lim out."

She cut the connection, threw down her headset and stalked off to find some ice cream.

[b]TAG: [color=green]Vendu, Green Team[/color][/b]

 

OCC: QUELLONIS, you picked a helluva time to jump back in this thing... PLZ get some consistancy to the posting and SITH, i think from now on my character is going to have similar fun with Angeo Lim... oh, and what happened to the fast pace i was loving about two pages ago?... And 'HAMMER if whoever controls Teff Cegar, isnt back around soon... then ill feed him to Adder along with some assorted jet-commados with too much kung-fu grip...

Courscant, the Cortania IC as Joss Vendu

Joss heard Lim's first reply, "INTERPOL spotters came across the group after they met with Republic General Von Bolt at The First Universalist Church of the Holy Aura in Column Heights. They then followed them to the Smugglers Point docking bay where it was decided to send everything we could marshall to prevent them leaving the planet."

So to the docking bay it is then, Vendu intoned.

After what Joss considered his joke the bunching of panties up Lim's Choobie could nearly be heard several building offices away Vendu decided the Analyst exploded with anger, "You like working out of Headquarters, yes? If you don't want to be assigned to a solo listening post in the Atrivis Sector, I'd knock off the insults, Agent. Lim out."

Joss Vendu laughed to himself and thought, Looks like she chooses the icecream after all... Dames, go figure.

He cut the connection and looked back to his team to find Madras Kruk in his face asking for something without using the 'magic word', "I have no real experience with this unit, but my resources can help you. Let me find more info on this dark sider before you try to tackle the antogonist, besides, I have a feeling he has some tricks up his sleeve. I can go immediatly to Coronet Cantina in Coruscant's entertainment district, to find out more, about this threat, trust me!"

Vendu's mouth became bitter with taste of insolence coming off the daft headed man. This brought the dark haired agent into a very bad mood, "You know what Kruk, you're absolutely right," Vendu agreed all too sweetly "You dont have any experience with this unit because you left us to deal with the threat at Dantooine while just sitting on your overpaid Choobie in the ship." Vendu stepped menacingly into the man's face just daring the agent to take a swing that Kruk would end up regreting and continued in frustration, "So you've got it. Go ahead and freelance all you like around the bars of Courscant. But do you really think a man of Adder's guile and tact who has just played the best crime fighting organization in the galaxy mind you for complete batha-brained fools would just let some drunk in a dive bar in on the crucial facts of his team?"

His voice had risen to an angry yell and he didnt subside, "And you speak about lack of trust like you know about it." Joss motioned back to his team standing awkwardly listening on his tirade, "I trust the rest of this team because they've bled for me out there in the feild." Joss's voice had gone from angry to solemn as he recounted the sacrifices of the Team.

Joss looked back to the Green team and added calmly, "Were headed for the docking bay where INTERPOL is currently located to investigate the scene."

Turning to the pilot's console, Vendu plotted the course for the docking bay and spoke up to Kruk, "Get off of my ship, Kruk." He said the statment plainly but edged with a very dangerous threat if he decided otherwise.

TAG: MANDRAS KRUK/GREEN TEAM

OCC:QUELLONIS, i dont know what you expect to find in the Cantinas, but it's completely improbable to find anything we dont already know about 'HAMMER's crew... and the people definately wouldnt know their current location... just saying is all... do whatever you want... but you can only use the info 'HAMMER leaves behind...

 

CHARACTER SHEETS

Name: Detective Crickett
Species: Ithorian
Gender: Male
Profession: Meerian Vice cop, specialising in Organised Crime. Was seconded to the security detail of the Ithorian senator on Coruscant. Now assisting with the Lash Investigation.
Age: 50
Appearance: Seven foot tall, hammer-headed alien. Brown skin. Wears a faded pink long-sleeve sports jacket, and knee-length shorts. Wears thick sandals. Carries DI-5 slugblaser. Created by Dra Industries, this handgun combines blaster and machine pistol.

Short Bio: OOC: My characters tend to come from my past fiction, and their adventures act as their background and bio here, but in the case of these two, their past adventures are incompatible with the the thread timeline and context. Therefore unable to present a bio.

Anything else you'd like to add: Based on Miami Vice' James Sonny Crockett.

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[i]Name[/i]: [b]Detective Tibbs[/b]
[i]Species[/i]: Ithorian
[i]Gender[/i]: Male
[i]Profession[/i]: Meerian Vice cop, specialising in Organised Crime. Was seconded to the security detail of the Ithorian senator on Coruscant. Now assisting with the Lash Investigation.
[i]Age[/i]: 50
[i]Appearance[/i]: Seven foot tall, hammer-headed alien. Brown skin. Wears a light blue long-sleeve sports jacket, and knee-length shorts. Wears thick sandals. Carries DI-5 slugblaser. Created by Dra Industries, this handgun combines blaster and machine pistol.

[i]Short Bio[/i]: As above

[i]Anything else you'd like to add[/i]: Based on [i]Miami Vice[/i]' Ricardo Tubbs.