View Full Version : Escape from Nal Hutta
01-28-2004, 06:25 PM
Alright, we've got enough characters to start a story. Let's kick it off with a classic escape tale.
New posters -- please post in the Role Call thread (http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=122021) with your character info so that we have a quick background to read.
Nal Hutta, noon...
Filthy yellow sunlight shone into the cell of smuggler Van Lingo. He sighed for the fourth time in four minutes, blowing a puff of green dust into the dank air.
He'd been in here for six days now. Not once had they fed him anything edible. Gorrda the Hutt had his ship in a private lot, and he was trapped in the highest tower of Gorrda's island palace.
"(Don't worry, smuggler. In time, the pain will leave. When that happens, you will no longer bear the burdens of this life.)" Gorrda's voice rumbled echoed in the throne room. "(You should have never dropped that spice.)"
Lingo set his jaw. "You should never have loaded glitterstim in with my reward."
"(I would have rid you of it once you got to Tatooine.)"
"I wasn't headed for Tatooine, Gorrda!"
The Hutt bellowed again. "(Too bad for you, smuggler.)"
And now he sat in a prison tower, starving to death and wishing he'd become a senator.
01-28-2004, 07:35 PM
Many levels below, a meeting was taking place in the Hutt's throne room. In front of Gorrda stood a tall, young man by the name of Excelsion Melitafer. Gorrda had promised him a profit for his latest bounty, but was refusing to pay it. Excelsion didn't appear to be the happiest of people.
"Look, Gorrda, give me the credits. The ithorian is dead."
The hutt laughed so loud that all the occupants of the throne room turned to look.
"Where's the proof? You can't expect me to pay you without proof. After all, you're a novice bounty hunter. You could just be running off with the credits."
"You honestly think that *I* would mess with a Hutt?"
The hutt paused, he needed a good response;
"If you messed with a Hutt - you wouldn't survive much longer."
"Oh wouldn't I?" Excelsion pulled out his trusted blaster rifle from his backpack, and aimed it at the Hutt's wrinkled face. "Now give me the money...meatbag!"
Gorrda wasn't going to have any of this. Quickly, he beckoned to the two heavily armed guards beside him. They both moved forward and siezed Excelsion by the arms, knocking his gun from his hand.
Suddenly, Excelsion kicked one of the guards, loosening his grip. Then he whipped out a vibro-blade and stuck it into the guard's chest. Blood trickled down onto the stone floor. The Hutt chuckled.
"Fool. Another prisoner to add to my collection."
The doors opened, and five more guards entered the room. Excelsion had no choice but to surrender. His 'escape' attempt had been in vain. Soon, he found himself being dragged off to the cells on the upper levels.
Thor was on his way to Gorrda the Hutt in seek of a mission. He had heard that the Hutt was giving out large sums of money for the heads of people he had grudges on.
As he approached the throne room he saw a young man beeing seized by two guards. The technique the man had when he suddenly swung his vibroblade was impressive. He saw the guy beeing seized by 5 more guards.
He realised that the manstood no chance to survive, so Thor quickly approached the Hutt.
"(Who are you)" The Hutt asked, obvioulsy amused.
"I am Ara'k Thor, and I am here to collect a bounty."
"(heh, heh, heh, and what bounty do you speak of?)" The Hutt chuckled
"I here have the blaster of the rebel leader Colenat"
"(How do I know you're not trying to trick me?)"
"You, of all beeings, should know that a Mandalorian never lies about his hunts."
"(Very well, you shall have your bounty, 500 credits)"
"500? I was promised 25000!"
"(The bounty was onhis head, not on his blaster.)" The Hutt laughed
"Maybe this will convince you" Thor said, drawing a flash grenade.
He quickly shot two of the guards holding the young man,and then drew his vibroblades.
"Cover your eyes!" He shouted to the man.
He threw the flash grenade.
"Run while you have the chance!" He shouted.
01-29-2004, 10:46 AM
The sound of blaster fire was heard all over the palace. The guards who had been taking Excelsion to his prison cell stopped moving, and looked round.
"Looks like your boss...gets himself into a lot of trouble..." he stuttered.
"Shut up you!"
The guard punched him in the back. Another one kicked him in the chest. Then the man behind him gasped, looking round, Excelsion saw a blaster hole through his chest. The man fell to the floor. The other two guards seemed scared, they didn't attack Excelsion. The whole palace had erupted into one huge fight. It was almost every man for himself.
Excelsion took the chance to escape. He smacked one guard round the face, then kicked the other against the wall, knocking them both unconcious. He grabbed a blaster rifle from the floor and made his way back to the throne room.
Thor attacked the rest of the guards with his vibroblade.
A couple of quick swings later the floor was filled with dead bodies.
Thor walked back to the Hutt.
"How much was the bounty again?" Heasked with a grin
"(Take everything you want! just don't touch me!)" He said, but a evil smirk erupted from his fat mouth.
Thor turned around just quick enough to see the droids...
01-29-2004, 12:55 PM
Just then Excelsion burst through the door, behind the droids. There were lots of them, but they weren't too strong. Quickly, Excelsion stooped down and grabbed his vibroblade that had been taken from him earlier.
He slashed the first droid in half, then the second, and the third...
01-29-2004, 02:37 PM
Goodness, you guys are racking them up. Let's see some character flaws, eh?
"Hey! Somebody get me out of here!" Lingo kicked at his cell door. He could see vehicles parked inthe courtyard, and he heard blaster fire from below.
The Gamorrean guard turned and shoved his vibro-ax through the cell door bars. One grunt was enough to make Lingo understand.
He could hear the Hutt lord rumbling orders downstairs. If I don't get out of here, Gorrda will feed me to his monsters for sure.
He pounded on the door again, but kept his head back farther this time. Once again, the vibro-ax was shoved through, but the smuggler was ready. He reached around and grabbed it just below the blade, pulling it the rest of the way through. Seconds later, he had the door hinges off.
A meaty fist slammed into him; the piggy guard was not about to let him run. He retreated back into the cell. "Come on, fat boy."
The Gamorrean squealed and charged. The ax stuck in like a lance, but his momentum carried him through the cell still. Lingo barely ducked out of the way, and the guard crashed into the back wall hard enough the send the ax through his rib cage and out the back.
"Better get that checked, tubby." Lingo disappeared down the stairs.
01-29-2004, 03:09 PM
I tried to do that by making him get captured. Don't worry, I'll make some soon enough...
I also think that the fighting should die down and they escape by stealing uniforms from somewhere.
Pure fighting in hordes wasn't Excelsion's style. He couldn't think, and standing still too long would get him killed for sure. The fighting seemed to be mainly concentrated around him and a mandalorian, who was nearby.
There was too much deciding to be done...to many decisions to make. Should he try and escape? Or should he stay and help out the mandalorian?
He chose the former. Ignoring another person who had just appeared behind him, Excelsion made a run for the large rusted door. He had to get away. Once he reached the end of the corridor, he slammed the side of his body into the stone wall to stop himself. The pain was almost overwhelming. The door, which now stood towering down upon him, led off the island. Through a small gap in the bottom of the door Excelsion could feel a cool breeze.
But there was no means of operating the door. Now trapped, Excelsion found himself looking from side to side, hurriedly searching for a panel amongst the other machinery and junk that littered the corridor.
He hadn't planned ahead, he rarely did. And now he was trapped. A large Gammorean stood in front of him, dribbling, with is axe glinting in the light from a high-up window. He feared that this was the end.
Thor knew he was outnumbered, and soon the droids would get him...
But he was a Mandalorian, and would not stop fighting until his death. Death in battle was an honour to his people, and he would much rather die than beeing captured and humiliated.
He kept on slashing at the droids, but when he had taken down a few, he was hit in the chest by a stunning beam.
He fell down, clutching his chest, muttering something in Mandalorian.
01-29-2004, 05:15 PM
OOC: Hope this doesn't stray too far from RP rules... Let me know if you want me to edit it, MMMPIE
Blast! What I wouldn't give for a blaster...
The scene before Lingo was one of complete mayhem. Severed limbs and dead bodies were scattered on the floor, Gorrda was yelling and waving his stubby arms, and a host of soldier droids were closing in on a fellow in Mandalorian battle armor.
Suddenly one of the droids fired. A blue stun bolt sent the Mandalorian to his knees. Powerful stuff, Gorrda...
Taking advantage of the lapse, the Corellian ran and dove for the Mandalorian, slapping the valve control on his jetpack. He held on for dear life as they blasted past the droids and into the dining hall, smashing across the ancient wood table and ending up in a heap on the floor next to the kitchen door.
Groggily, he shook his ruffled head. "Hey pal," he said, shaking the Mandalorian's arm, "are you okay?"
OOC: What do ya mean edit? I havent read any RP rules, so forgive me if i make mistakes (just tell me) ;)
Oh, and i never mentioned a JetPack, but okey :p
IC: Thor suddenly got to his senses. On instinct he pulled a short vibroblade out, and almost cut the corellian shaking his arm.
"uh, huh? Oh... yeah i'm okay" Thor slowly replied as he remembered what was happening. His eyes focused, and he saw a big Gamorrean attacing something.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" He said to the Corellian, as he dashed for the door, where the Gamorrean was.
01-30-2004, 04:57 PM
What happened to all the droids?
The huge Gammorean was now coming closer and closer. It seemed to be saying something, and spat in Excelsion's face. He coudln't do anything but stand there. Then the pig swung its axe. Quickly, Excelsion ducked, and the axe smashed into the stone wall. Behind the Gammorean Excelsion noticed two men, one of whom was the Mandalorian he had seen before.
The Gammorean snorted and pulled the axe out of the wall. Excelsion had now managed to get behind it, and was just about to stab it when it swung the axe round again. This time Excelsion parryed it with his sword, but the strength behind the blow was so powerful that the vibro-blade shattered and the axe almost cleaved his head.
Another blow, and Excelsion fell to the ground. The Gammorean raised the axe. Excelsion shut his eyes and preapred for the final blow. But it never came. The Gammorean had frozen, the axe poised above its head. Then it fell to the floor, collapsing beside him. Then in front of him stood two men with blood on their hands.
"...Thanks." Excelsion said, stuttering. He was shocked that he was still alive.
OOC: still right behind us :p
IC: "No problem matey, just let us get outta here, i have my ship right outside in the docking bay, just lets hope he hasn't l....... oh crap!!!"
They all turned to see all the doors in the hall beeing shut, and a big gate opened... they suddenly found themselves facing a big rancor...
The rancor swiped away the droids, and headed for the small group...
OOC: we are in a hall with the droids chasing us, and the throne room door was one of the doors that shut
01-30-2004, 09:16 PM
"Oh...well this is great!" Excelsion said saircastically, getting to his feet.
The rancor approached, and spat some kind off gooey substance at them. Its huge claws were enough to rip a man to shreads in one swipe.
Excelsion took out his blaster (which he had taken back from the throne room), and aimed it at the rancor's head.
OOC: Originally posted by VanLingo
[B][Gorrda will feed me to his monsters for sure sorry, i just assumed :rolleyes:
stop blaming me for everything :(
IC: "Thats no use here..." Thor said, reffering to Excelsions blaster.
"We gotta get outta here..."
He looked around the room, and saw nothing... Suddenly something came to his mind. The roof window!
"Hold on to me," he instructed the two others.
They did as they were told, and he started his jetpack.
Of course it didn't work...
"goddamnit..." Thor muttered as the giant creature approached them.
01-30-2004, 11:41 PM
I said "monsters" so that someone else could make up what the monster was. Let's roll with it...
And please let's not get too carried away. Be as realistic as possible. :)
This was no baby rancor like the famous Malakili's. This was a fully grown monster straight from the jungles of Dathomir. It snapped its jaws, and drool hung from chipped and jagged teeth.
It slapped the ground and roared, a much more frightening sight from the ground than from where Gorrda sat -- behind transparisteel panes.
Lingo ran at the creature, raising his arms. "Shoot it!" he yelled, hoping to distract it enough for the bounty hunter to get a straight shot, "Hit it in the throat!"
The rancor took a long swipe at the skinny human in front of it.
Lingo hit the dirt. "Hurry up!"
01-31-2004, 07:18 AM
I think that next time we take a more realistic approach...what VanLingo said. :cool:
And my blaster will work. Kinda.
The Rancor's throat was now fully in the scope of Excelsion's rifle. Just a few more seconds and it would be dead. He rested his finger on the trigger. Then fired.
Just then, the rancor moved, and the blaster shot hit its neck. Then the rancor turned and changed its target. It went straight for Excelsion. He pulled out his vibro-blade just in time, and stabbed the rancor in the foot.
But the rancor had other ideas. It grabbed Excelsion and dangled him upside down, before bringing him towards its throat. He quickly used his vibro-blade to stab it in its throat, but the blade stuck there. He pulled it with his free hand, but it wouldn't budge. The rancor closed its jaws. Excelsion fell to the ground, in desperate pain.
OOC: Didn't your vibroblade shatter? oh, well... :rolleyes:
IC: Thor saw the black-red blood streaming out of the rancor's throat... As Excelsion fell, he had landed at the feet of the rancor, and would probably be crushed if the beast fell over.
Thor rushed over to help, and dived at Excelsions body, pushing him away from the swaying monster.
The rancor roared, and the sound was overwhelming.
Thor's helmet absorbed the sound, and he felt as though his head would explode.
As he stood there stunned, the rancor fell...
01-31-2004, 01:59 PM
He actually has two dual-wielded blades. See the Role Call thread.
Well he actually has none now...
The ground shook beneath him. Excelsion heard a loud thump as the rancor fell to the ground. The rancor had had it's last breath. Blood was seeping out of its mouth.
His back ached, and his hand was cut and torn badly. He was in no state for another fight, so he turned his thoughts to an escape plan.
"We need to find a way out of this place," He said to them both, "Thats if...we're working together. And I don't think we've met before...can I ask your name?"
Then he turned to the mandalorian, "Thanks...again."
OOC: sorry if i didnt make it clear, but i was stunned when the rancor fell over, ergo, i couldnt move out of the way :)
01-31-2004, 03:54 PM
Lets just say that you weren't directly below it. ;)
IC: "You can just call me Thor for now..." he muttered
"That was some impressive blade swinging"
*a door opened, and some gammoreans came towards them*
"****, we can't take these guys on... lets try to batter the door or something!" Thor said, realising that the gammoreans would make short process of them.
OOC: I'm not trying to make this into an arena battle, i just wanna point out that we stand no chance if we stay here and fight :p
01-31-2004, 04:21 PM
Ok, so lets make them escape soon.
"You can't batter the door! Its too thick..." Shouted Excelsion, as he paused to duck the axe of a gammorean, before pulling out his rifle and shooting it in the head.
"I would've escaped if it had been that easy! Try and reach one of those windows!"
OOC: Sorry if this is short notice. And, as this is my first time, I may not be very good at this. Sorry in advance. :(
IC: As Marta Richmar, touched down outside the palace doors, the alarms started blaring. Thoughts began to rush through his head. What was happening? Had they found him already? Is my target still alive?
Richmar was working for a hutt name Falinja, who had, apparently, once been part of something called the smugglers accossiation. His target was the leader of this, clan, as it were, before it fell apart. Now, he seemed to be on the run. Either that or he was loosing his knack at tracking. But, according to a tracking device implanted into him via a spiked drink, he'd been in this palace quite a while now.
"Ha! Drunkard!" Muttered Marta. "He'd better hope that he's already dead. Or he's gonna have to suffer me!"
Approaching the door, he opened his tech kit. Setting a chip onto the exposed control panel, he hacked into the system, and the door slowly opened. He thought to himself. Is this person really a smuggler? How many times has Falinja lied to me now? Can I really trust her?
The roar of what sounded like a rancor brought him back to his senses. Is she's wrong this time, she'll be the one with a price on her head! "But if not," he spoke, "this is one smuggler who doesn't escape from me."
OOC: to clear things up; is the door now open, or should i use my jetpack to try to reach the ceiling window? :confused:
02-01-2004, 07:25 AM
T10, you're not too late. ;)
MMMPIE, the door is now open.
And when is this set?
The two sides of the huge door came grinding to a halt, and it was now mostly concealed in the stone wall. The pain in Excelsion's hand was almost overwhelming, but he chose to ignore it. In his childhood, to show pain was a sign of weakness. Gazing out into the sunlight from the gap where the door was, Excelsion saw another human, and behind him, what appeared to be an X-Wing.
"Do you work for the Rebellion?" He asked.
02-01-2004, 08:54 AM
This is set just before Empire Strikes Back.
"Oh, nich," Lingo swore in Huttese, "not again..."
The others waited for an explanation. "I'm Van Lingo. This" -- he gestured to the X-Wing pilot before them -- "is Marta Richmar."
I'm a dead man. For quite some time now, the Hutts had been hunting him back and forth, kind of like a sick trophy-stealing game. "Sorry about your tracker, Richmar... a guy's gotta use the 'fresher, you know?"
A Gamorrean squeal caught their ear; the guards were forming up deep in the palace.
"I think we'd better get out of here..." Lingo ran his fingers through his dirty hair. "If you can take me to the mainland, I'll cover that bounty."
OOC: Thanx, and I would've asked when it was set, but I forgot. I'd guess that as BF is in the classic era, this is set in that era too. But I'm. If I had edit, I'd change it to a modified N-1 starfighter if it was in EP1-3 times. Oh well.
IC: As the great door grinded to a halt, he saw three people. One was what appeared to be a Mandalorain, and, maybe two other humans. His instincts told him that one of these people must be his target. But, before he could speak, he was questioned by the one nearest the door, who was clutching his hand.
"Do you work for the Rebellion?" He asked.
Suprised by this, he raised his blaster at the person, but not so as to kill, just as a warning, as was apparent by his posture. "Who's asking?" He replied in a cocky tone. "How can I trust that you're not an imp?"
As he siad this, he flipped a hardly noticeable switch on his belt, and his 2-seater X-wing began to rise, moving slowly towards him, the starboard wing tilted down, ready for a quick departure. He stepped back, making sure that he had his blaster trained on the human all of the time.
02-01-2004, 04:09 PM
Excelsion stared at the man for a few minutes. He was rather annoyed by this man threatening him with a gun.
"Listen. You put the gun down and help us outta here...and we'll let you live."
He knew that he was in no position to fight, and he couldn't hold his rifle becuase of his wounded hand, but he hoped that the man would give in. But what if he tries to shoot me?
Before the man could say anything, he decided to speak again.
"Look...I'm wounded, badly. I need your help. We're friendly...you know Lingo, right? Could you help us? Just don't shoot."
OOC: Sorry, you must'a posted just before I did. Stupid internet. Anyway, the one I just posted now doesn't make much sense, so, I'll do it again. Please ignore the previous post. I'd edit it if I could, but, for some reason I couldn't. Oh well, on we go (again).
IC: Richmar immediately backed off, a natural reaction tio spotting a dozen Gammorians armed with axes charging towards you. "Well, if I get to keep my life, you're on! C'mon, I've got room for one!"
Then, he flipped a switch on his belt, which seemed to alert his green and chrome R2 unit, installed in his X-Wing. He droid emmited a series of bleeps, and flew the matching green and chrome X-Wing towards him, so that the wings provided a ramp into the craft.
"Do you other guys have a ship?" Marta inquired. "'Cos I 'aint got no more space in my 'wing."
They didn't have time to answer. A flying axe sent them diving for cover. No-one had time to think, they all acted instinctively. Richmar and Lingo darted for the small stunt fighter, while Excelsion and Thor headed for their own ships.
The repulsorlifts of the X-Wing roared to life, and the nose turned to face the door of the huge palace. "Now is a good time to get out of here!" Shouted Van Lingo, spotting the approaching hordes of battle droids and grunts.
But before he left, Marta wanted one small glimpse of victory. He let loose a concussion missle at the door. The explosion wiped out almost everything, sending torsos and limbs flying everywhere. "So," began Richmar, as the ship pulled away, "are you really a smuggler?"
OOC: Well, knowing my luck, someone would've posted while I was, so this'll be irrelevant. Oh, and for future referance, my X-Wing is heavily modified.
OOC: I was just wondering, in your next post, can you put up what times you expect to be on? That way we know when to check for new posts here. To start, I'll be on around 9pm-11pm on weekdays, and maybe most of the day on weekends. Oh, and STOP POSTING WHILE I AM! :mad: :mad: :mad: J/k My fault...:atat: kill...
OOC: Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to spam, it's just it won't let me edit my own posts. Anyway, count all of my RPG posts above, and, erm, oh, yeah. Can you give your times as well as orientation to GMT please. I'd guess Exelsion is GMT. I'm GMT too. If you're not, give it like, +8 or something.
EDIT: OK, thanx Lingo, I must'a been pressing the wrong edit button. Oh well.
OOC: I'm GMT +1
IC: Thor ran to his firespray. "You need a ride?" he asked Excelsion.
02-02-2004, 01:58 AM
I'm Central Standard Time (-6), but I just pop in to throw in my two cents. I'm never on at a certain time.
Oh, and look below to the right of your posts. They should all have two buttons; one's an edit button.
Lingo looked at Richmar. "Yes, I'm a smuggler. I transport anything that doesn't breath. And never spice."
He grunted in pain as he strapped his safety web harness on. "I don't suppose you brought any rations...? I haven't eaten in six days."
02-02-2004, 05:36 PM
I'm usually on some hours Saturday (none particluar) and after school on weekdays (5:30pm on Monday and Friday, 4pm other days).
"Actually," said Excelsion, turning to Thor before walking over to another ship, "this is my own ship. I've got a few supplies on board, but I could do with a bandage. That rancor cut me pretty bad."
OOC: OK thanx guys. And I can feel it getting harder to RP 'cos we're all in seperate places. Grrrr. Oh well. I'll *try* to do it.
IC: The small X-wing had turned towards the mainland, and was now circling around the tower, waiting until the others get into the air. Richmar wasn't the person who abandoned people in the middle of a danger zone. He wanted to make sure that they were safe.
"Well, my stupid Hutt boss is wrong again!" Said Marta sarcastically. "I'd never of expected that!" He then shouted out a command to his R2 unit, which seemed to be busy with the port stabalisers. "Geeone? Tell me when the others get up into the air. Oh, and inform me of any ships entering the area."
R2-G1 let loose a series of beeps before returning to his job with the engines.
Van Lingo stared back at the tower, seemingly lost in thought. His stomach emmitted a loud groaning noise, and he winced in pain.
Then Richmar remembered Lingos request for food. "Oh, yeah! I got some food in the, er, whre was it? Oh! That compartment on the back of my seat. Yeah!"
"Thanks." Van opened the small hatch, and was greeted by items of all sorts. A spare blaster, a frag grenade, a respirator, a vibroblade. Oh, and the rations.
Just then, a loud warning tone came from the back of the craft, followed by a scarlet red laser. "Geeone, how many of them?"
The text came up for both occupants: 3 Z-95 Headhunters. From the palace.
However, glancing at the ground, Marta saw Thor and Excelsion leaving towards the mainland. "Geeone! Tell them to get there as fast as they can, while I hold these fighters off!"
"Anything I can do to help?" Inquired Van Lingo.
"Yeah! If you could use the E-Web it'd be a great help!" Replied Richmar quickly. As he said this, Vans chair spun around, G1 retreated deeper into the craft, and an imposing E-Web blaster rose from the rear of the craft, complete with joysticks at Vans lap.
OOC: Ok, Van, you can take control of the X-Wing. And, MMMPIE and ExcelsioN, do what ya want.
02-03-2004, 07:10 AM
If we're going to split up, maybe we should make new threads...
The E-web charged with a high whine, and Lingo pushed the joystick testily.
Two of the Z-95s flew in large arcs in front of the X-Wing while the remaining one angled for its vulnerable tail.
Lingo pulled the trigger in bursts, feeling the welcome thump, thump as recoil pushed the gun barrel around.
"So, Richmar..." Thump, thump, thump... "What good is a gun --" Thump, thump... "-- that fires from the most vulnerable spot on the --" Thump, thump, thump... "-- shield?"
OOC: Well, we'll wait for the others before we make a vote on it, but I personally think it'd be an inconvenience to do that. Oh, and we're trying to meet up on the mainland, right?
IC: Richmar once again felt at home. In his X-Wing, in combat, in control.
Marta was a great pilot, calm in what others would describe as a tense situation. He had taken out many a spice smuggler in his X-Wing, even when in a small group of other fighters, they we're never safe. Compared to other fights he'd been in, this was a bore.
One of the reasons for his great piloting skill was the fact that he completely switched off when piloting, as if in a trance. As if led by the force, as the Jedi were, in the legends he was told as a child. He heard the dull thud...thud...thud of the E-Web, and saw two of the fighters swoop in front of him, lasers firing. Either they were foolish, or highly skilled...
But the way they flew didn't prove themselves as the latter. Any good pilot would've pulled up towards the end, forcing their opponent towards the ground. But they didn't. Marta got off a concussion missle at one, the explosion sending it spirraling towards the ground. He swore that he saw the pilots expression of terror before the missle hit.
Flipping a blue switch on his right, another hatch opened, this time on the underside of the craft. An ion cannon. It sprayed blue bolts of energy in the direction of the second craft, forcing it into a series of evasive manouvers. Just then, a ship exploded behind them, most likely wiped out by Lingo's shooting.
Then Lingo said something, dulled by the continuous thud...thud...thud... of the E-Web, now trained on the second ship, which was now evading a flurry of blue and red shots. An ion hit, slowing it. Then a blaster. Then it fell out of the sky, followed by a trail of fire and smoke. The explosion was never heard.
02-03-2004, 03:54 PM
Only split up for a while, then meet up on the mainland and decide what to do. And I just thought I'd post what my ship looks like.
Excelsion could see Thor's Firespray alongside his ship. Ahead of him was the small mainland town of Yatharra. From behind, he could hear the sounds of laser fire. Lingo and Marta...they must be in trouble.
The thought crossed his mind whether or not to go and help, but he didn't want to get caught up in the Hutt's palace again. After all, he was living the life of a bounty hunter. He had to be ruthless and couldn't let this bother him.
With this in mind, Excelsion set course for a hangar on the outskirts of Yatharra.
02-03-2004, 06:53 PM
A fireball lit up the ground as Lingo and Richmar tore across the Nal Hutta sky. The last Headhunter floated up behind them, and Lingo pulled the trigger.
Blast! He missed with the first four shots, giving the Z-95 pilot time to evade. It came up again, confident that the makeshift gunner would miss once more.
The other pilot made a surprisingly aggresive move and tarried long enough to get a missile lock. Lingo swore and closed his eyes. The tell-tale scream of a lock-on warning filled the cockpit.
Lady Luck, I'm counting on you. He squeezed off one round, and a red streak lanced out like a hungry viper. The Headhunter's shields lapsed momentarily as it fired a concussion missile -- Lingo's lucky shot struck the cockpit canopy as the forward shields let the missile through.
The Z-95 continued flying, piloted by a dead man. Lingo sighed in relief.
Then he suddenly remembered: "Richmar! Evasive, missile incoming!"
IC: With the destruction. Well, death of the pilot from the last Z-95, Marta switched back into 'normal' mode. Well, that was what he told himself.
Really, it was the missle lock. He'd only ever heard that tone once before, while taking out a rebel smuggler, trying to get his spice to Tatooine. The missle had struck his nosecone, while simoltaneously knocking him out cold, leaving R2-G1 to pilot the ship. He'd had to pay thousands upon thousands of credits to get it fixed. But he had learnt since then.
"OK! I'm on it!" Richmar shouted, above the blaring of the lockon tone. "Geeone, launch a counter-measure, now!"
The replies was a negative tone, signalling that they were all out.
"Ah, sithspit!" He screamed. The missle was coming from behind, and would rupture the fuel tanks. Then, Marta had an idea. Cutting the throtle, he soared into a loop, bringing his craft up behind the continuing headhunter.
Closing his S-Foils, the craft zoomed towards the Z-95. Pursued by the ever persistant missle. Then, as he overtook the craft, he braked.
The engines fell silent, the engine temperatures dropped. The missle changed course. The missle flew towards the headhunter, smashing it from behind. The fuel tanks exploded. The craft became a mere gaseous ball of light. And the X-Wing continued towards the coordinates of the hangar. Its pilot triumphant again. I love this ship!
OOC: Oh, and I'm gonna try drawing a 2 seater X-Wing to show you. Expect your eyes to be soiled. :biggs:
OOC: Sorry for the delay, but my internet's been down :o
IC: Thor had thrown Excelsion some bacta before he took off.
He had heard the blaster fire, but spotted Excelsion flying of in the other direction.
"Is he abandoning us?" Thor tought.
He tried to get a radio signal, and contact him.
"Where are you heading?" He tried to question Excesion.
02-05-2004, 04:07 PM
No Problem. ;)
Excelsion heard his ship's radio crackling. It wasn't the most reliable nor too high-tech.
"I'm going to dock in Yatharra!" He shouted down the radio, "Now, if you want to go back there to be caught and become prisoners again - that's fine by me - but I'm not going back."
OOC: Is Yatharra a planet or a ccity on Nal Hutta?
IC: "Okey, i'm not risking my life here" Thor said through the cracked radio line.
"Well, if Yatharra is the closest spaceport, i guess i'll go there. You never know what the Hutts saboteurs might have planted in your ship..."
He fired up his boosters, and caught up with Excelsion.
02-05-2004, 05:05 PM
Yatharra is just a city I made up. ;)
Excelsion wasn't on a completly unknown world. He had several contacts, including a buisnessman by the name of Galuk. Excelsion had done some jobs for Galuk in the past, and had often used the large hangar owned by Galuk on the outskirts of Yatharra.
"Follow me," He said to Thor through the radio, "I know some people who might let us dock here. Hopefully then we can work out what to do."
02-06-2004, 09:03 PM
The two running people were stopped by a rebel holding a blaster rifle.
Rebel: Who the hell are you?
Those two WE need to get docked!
Rebel Are u with the Empire?
Those two: Nope
After a quick search, the rebel decides to help them wiith their task.
IC: The small X-Wing closed it's S-Foils, and began to accelerate towards Yatharra, while it's small R2 unit began work on the starboard engines, which appeared to have taken some thermal damage from the E-Web.
Inside, Van Lingo's chair had spun back around to face the front of the craft. Securely fastened by his crash webbing, he was munching just about all the rations he could get. Cold sosages, lukewarm tea, stale biscuits, whatever. He was content with it. It was better than what he'd been served in the hutts palace.
Marta, who was piloting the small stunt fighter was checking over his displays, making sure that critical systems were in the green. That weapons were functional. That shields were operational. Checking everything basically. He turned to observe his datapad, which had just brought up information on the city of Yatharra.
There was little of interest there. The coordinates he'd recieved directed him to the outskirts of the city. Gangs, slums, industrial areas. Sounded like a dangerous place. He didn't want to be there long.
He looked towards his radar, and spotted another craft flying close to those of his new found allies. It seemed to be owned by a rebel, but who remained unknown. They were moving into land, so Marta fired up the afterburners to catch up with them.
As he came into sight of the hangar, he saw Thor, Excelsion and that rebel. The appeared to be chatting. About what he couldn't tell. He punched a button on his controls, and the landing gear kicked out, followed by the dull brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of his repulsorlifts. A moment later, the X-Wing touched to floor, and the noise ended. They had escaped the hutt.
02-09-2004, 06:17 AM
His stomach temporarily appeased, Lingo gladly climbed down from the X-Wing. He loved flying, but was never partial to starfighters.
The others waited on the hangar deck, joined by a man in Rebel uniform. "Thankfully, that party's over."
Uneasy around bounty hunters, Lingo slapped his hip where his blaster would be. Of course, it was still sitting back at the Hutt palace. Well, I can always grab a spare back at the Grim Fandango.
"Hey, Richmar," he chuckled as he made his way across the pavement, "I guess claiming that bounty on me is out of the question, eh? Too bad...I might've brought you quite a chunk of change.
"I'd be grateful if you could get me to my ship. She's berthed about twelve klicks from here, and I'm not too keen on walking through a Hutt city without my popgun."
IC: As Marta followed Van Lingo outside, he left his blaster inside the ship. He was unsure, but something told him to trust the others. So, he did.
"You're bounty? I don't want it. You're not a spice smuggler. I only take bounties on spice smugglers. Recently she's been giving my flase contracts. Falinja. Do you know her?" Richmar asked.
"Well, there was a Hutt in my clan." Said Lingo, emersed in thought. "A female. Yeah! Falinja was part of my group. She's had it out for me for ages."
Then, Marta remembered the rebel, who seemed to be doing nothing. "Well. Who are ya?" He asked. "Is there a cell here on Nal Hutta?"
02-13-2004, 06:55 AM
Now that's a name I haven't heard in a loooong time...
Lingo frowned; the fact that she was posting bounties on him was disconcerting. After all these years...
02-13-2004, 06:34 PM
Excelsion looked round at the group he now seemed to be stuck with. By each hangar door was a rebel guard, as the town of Yatharra had been captured by Rebels the year before. He had fought in the battle, the imperials had paid him a lot of money to fight for them. At one point he had encountered a Jedi, and then he had fled. He should be cautious. If any rebellion soldiers recognised him, he could get into trouble for working with the Empire.
"So what are we gonna do now?" He asked.
IC: Marta knew he had an X-Wing. He knew that this would give him a certain amount of prestige with the rebels. But still he was nervous.
He wasn't with the Rebellion. But he wasn't with the Empire either. He was a bounty hunter. The rebels didn't exactly adore bounty hunters, but they didn't despise them. They had used bounty hunters in the past. He was almost certain that someone in their group had been hired by the rebellion at one time or another.
The rebellion paid bounty hunters, spies, anything well. Anything with any information of job that might help them.
Excelsion asked what to do next, and Marta didn't think anyone knew. He guessed this from the silence emmitted from the group in general. He was about to speak when a rebel dressed in robes strode into the hangar. He didn't know who he was. A leader, a well dressed grunt. He didn't know. But whoever he was, he didn't seem to be concentrating on what was going on.
The entire group seemed stunned for a moment or two. Mesmarised by this cloaked figure, just, calmly strolling towards them. Then, Excelsion seemed to back off, anxious. Cautious. Scared.
Excelsion seemed to be moving away from the rest of the group. He seemed as though he wanted to leave. Fast. The person continued towards him. Bowing his head underneath his robes. Then he looked up, and their eyes connected. One in fear, one in passiveness. One person was starlted. One was blank. They almost acted like they recognised each other...
IC: Thor was surprised by this encounter with the rebels. He had no idea why the rebels would be stationed here on Nal Hutta.
In his career Thor had tried to keep out of the whole Rebels/Imperials buisness, and had mostly only done assigments for crime lords.
As the cloaked man removed his cloak, Thor felt a stroke of fear, something that was extremely rare for a Mandalorian.
02-14-2004, 06:52 PM
The robed man lifted his hands and placed them on his hood. Slowly, he removed it, revealing his face. Excelsion recognised him straight away. He was the Jedi who he had fought with, and fled from, during the battle in this city the year before. Fear started to overwhelm him.
"Listen...please, don't...no - you Jedi are peaceful!" He stuttered.
"I remember you," said the Jedi, without taking his gaze off him, "You were a...formidable opponent. Of course, our Jedi Code forbids me to harm you."
Excelsion stood back and took a deep breath - he wasn't going to die.
"But..." The Jedi continued, "I shall hand you over to the rebel authorities. They will decide what to do with you."
Excelsion remained silent, and bowed his head. Then he looked over at the others. The Jedi beckoned to the guards. They surrounded him.
IC: Thor took a deep breath, and approached the rebels.
"Let him go, or i will fry you all before you can say nerf!" he treathened them.
02-14-2004, 07:50 PM
"Push off Mandalorian!" Said one of the Rebel guards, laughing.
Looking round, Excelsion saw that Thor had his blaster out.
"Thor! Don't shoot! We can't take out these guys!" He shouted.
IC: These puny rebels capturing them was one thing, this rebel laughing was almost too much.
Thor's trigger finger was shaking with rage. Thor might have been a proud warrior, but he still had common sense, so he reluctantly put his blaster away.
"What do you want rebels?" he asked them in a mocking tone.
02-15-2004, 01:06 PM
The Jedi turned to look at Thor, with a solemn look on his face.
"Mandalorian, I would advise you to put away your blaster. We hold nothing agaisnt you." He paused and pointed to Excelsion, "Your friend has been doing buisness with the Galactic Empire - did you know that? The Rebel Authorities will be most pleased to see him."
With that, the Jedi started to escort Excelsion from the hangar.
IC: As the rebels moved to escort Excelsion away from the hangar, Marta took a step back towards his ship. More guards entered the hangar, and moved towards other members of the party, including himself.
They seemed cautious as they approached the X-Wing. Likely because they expected Marta to be a member of the rebellion. However, they pressed on with thier duty, and began to escort Marta away from the ship.
"What do you want?" Asked Richmar, puzzled by this, 'arrest' as it seemed. "Can't you see I've got an X-Wing with me?"
"Did you lead these people here?" They asked back. It had stalled them for a moment, and Marta thought that he'd figured out what they really meant.
"So. Am I a bounty hunter? Yes. Did I lead these people here? Yes. Am I the bounty hunter you're looking for? No."
They seemed suprised by this, expecting the only person to lead Excelsion here to be a hired bounty hunter, working on behalf of the rebellion. "Well?" they began, "Do you at least work with the rebellion?"
02-18-2004, 06:01 AM
All the while, Lingo watched with a perplexed expression. "Jedi!" he called, "You're supposed to read weak minds, right?"
The Jedi stopped and turned to face him. "Only the weak ones."
"Well, out of the lot of us, you can't find someone more worth taking?"
Lingo swallowed hard. "If you were to read my mind, you'd find that I transported guns for the Empire. This bloke here built this X-Wing stolen plans, and Thor is an assassin. So what's your beef with Excelsion?"
02-18-2004, 07:32 PM
The Jedi eyed Lingo carefully, he appeared to be thinking.
"I would advise you to keep out of this. He fought me during the Battle of Yatharra...and a significant number of Rebel troops died at his hands."
Excelsion could feel the anger building up inside him.
"Have you any idea how large the sum of money they were paying me was?"
"Calm down, I can feel the anger within you. You'd never make a good jedi." Then he turned to a soldier by the hangar exit. "Send a radio message to Yan, tell him to come here. We're not going to be able to get them to move."
"Yan Surma is one of the 'higher' stationed rebel leaders." The jedi replied. Excelsion could have sworn that he saw a smirk on the Jedi's face. The Jedi seemed to be enjoying this.
IC: Thor knew from experience that Mandalorians' minds were hard to read. He had been captured on one of his missions, and questioned in all possible ways, including torture and mind reading, but he had stood against it. But still he couldn't help feeling a bit insecure. If the jedi could read his mind and find out about his path, he would be taken a prisoner for sure.
"let's just tag along," Thor whispered under his breath.
"We don't want any trouble from you. You have nothing on us. Still, i will come along voluntarily so we can sort this out..."
02-19-2004, 05:30 AM
"I don't think so." Lingo pulled out a holdout blaster that he had found in the X-Wing. "I've heard that blasters are ineffective against Jedi. Time to test that theory."
The Jedi was unimpressed. "I've got a better idea."
The blaster was lifted from the smuggler's hand into thin air. Lingo's sabaac face broke into surprise as its muzzle turned to tap his nose.
He smiled sheepishly. "I fold. We'll go with you."
IC: The small holdout blaster clattered to the floor, and Lingo let out a small sigh of relief.
The Jedi turned back to the wall, and began talking into his communicator. He muttered almost silently, so no-one knew what he had said.
"Come with me." He spoke, in a calm voice.
Marta wasn't sure what to do. Van had told him that he smuggled stuff, but not weapons. He'd thought that Thor was an assasin. Likely after someone else when the fighting broke out. Excelsion was clearly a fighter. The way he'd handeled those vibroblades was exemplary. But none of them were in the mood to fight anymore.
"Geeone! Look after the ship. Get ready for a pickup if neccesary." Marta then moved with the guards, along with the others and the Jedi. He felt around inside his backpack. His favourite pet was still there. Still in stasis. His Yslami.
02-19-2004, 05:13 PM
The street outside was full of people. Guards, civilians, and all sorts of creatures and droids were going about their daily routine. The buildings all had a unique design to them, and there were hundreds of skyscrapers littering the landscape. A lot had changed since Excelsion had been here.
The Jedi lead them into a heavily guarded building, that towered above the rest. At the top was a circular dome, with large windows looking out on the city below. It was here that they were lead.
In front of them stood a Mon Calamari, Yan Surma. Beside him stood a woman, and Excelsion couldn't help but notice the lightsaber in her belt.
"You must be the...one who fought for the empire..." Said Yan in a rough, hoarse voice. "And who are these others?"
02-22-2004, 05:52 PM
Oh, great, thought Lingo, Now we're gonna be stuck here listening to war stories and being chided by a has-been Rebel.
02-22-2004, 07:26 PM
"These guys?" Excelsion asked, pointing to the others behind him, "A group that I escaped from that Hutts palace with...and a group that will help me escape again."
Surma eyed him in a suspicious way. Then he turned to the Jedi that had brought them there.
"Who are these people? Why are they here?"
The Jedi grinned,
"The one standing before you is here charged with conspiricy against the Rebellion and co-operation with the Empire. The rest are just a load of good-for-nothing bounty hunters and such."
"Against the Rebellion?" The Mon Calamari paused for a minute, then he turned to Excelsion, "When I fought against the Empire, I was fighting for justice, and freedom..."
He went on like this for a long time. Eventually Excelsion answered.
"When I fought for the Empire...I fought for money."
"You fought for the Imperials..."
Then, the woman standing next to Surma interrupted.
"May I just say that many of the Rebellions most valued agents once worked for the Empire."
02-24-2004, 12:01 AM
OOC: If it's not too late, here I am. Let me know if I step on anyone's space, I'll edit as soon as possible. I'm a little new to this."
IC: Jivva Leea looked down at the small group being escorted by the Jedi to the guarded complex. He squinted hard as he tried to hear their conversation from his perch high on top of a neighboring building. He cursed inwardly as the Mandalorian in the group obscurred his view of the Jedi, the Jedi he was supposed to kill.
Killing Jedi wasn't easy, but he'd done it before, with a blaster even. Jivva hated to make any unnecessary kills, however. He shifted and wondered what the four people could possibly be doing in Yatharra. He'd been at the spaceport for weeks, biding his time, and he hadn't seen them before. He had an incredibly odd feeling about the four, and he always trusted his instincts.
Anxious to find out what they were doing in a Rebel controlled spaceport, Jivva decided to shake things up. It wasn't stealthy, it wasn't subtle, it wasn't his style, but he raised his modified blaster rifle and adjusted the power to be sufficient to create a rather large hole in the building's main doors. He took aim and squeezed his trigger lovingly.
02-24-2004, 07:01 AM
No prob, welcome to the thread. Sorry if I ruin some of your fun here...
The ground rumbled under the prisoners' feet as someone took out the main doors to the building.
Lingo felt the hair raise on the back of his neck, and suddenly the Jedi threw off his cloak. A white flash accompanied the quick hiss of a lightsaber activating.
Before the cloak could hit the ground, the Jedi had spun and one-handedly deflected a sniper shot.
Someone yelled, "Down! Get down!"
The Jedi rolled to the side as another crimson bolt smashed through the viewport glass and took a chunk out of the conference table.
Lingo saw his opportunity. "Excelsion!" he called, ducking under the table, "You got something to get these cuffs off?"
02-24-2004, 07:19 AM
You're not too late, so, yeah, welcome to the thread.
Excelsion stood there panicking, and another blaster shot hit the window behind him. It would only be a matter of time before they got killed, or before Rebel troops arrived. Then he heard Lingo shouting to him.
"Lingo...I..." He broke off as another blaster shot almost hit him.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed a sharp piece of metal from where the window had broken. Quickly, he put the cuffs around it, and pulled incredibly hard. They broke.
"Lingo!" he shouted, "Over here!"
OOC: Hi, welcome to the adventure (wow, I sound like a theme park guide). Hope your going to be a regular here. Just as long as you keep this thread in the 'hot' threads lists, your always welcome. If you don't, I'll have to kill you. Before killing everyone else and then commiting suicide. OK?
IC: All around him, panic reigned supreme. Rebels left and right were running, graing weapons and hiding behind walls. The Jedi was attempting to dodge the blaster bolts, while rolling to the side at random intervals. However, his new found companions were heading towards a broken Durasteel wall, cutting any binders they may have been issued with.
Marta joined the rebels ducking behind the door, drawing his small, underpowered hold-out blaster. He was still wearing his modified helmet, so he slapped down his personal HUD, and tried to find the attacker.
There he was, crouching in the roof beams of another building. Marta was divided on what to do. He wasn't sure whether to kill the assassin or help the group. He waited for their actions.
02-24-2004, 08:19 PM
Blazes, that feels good... With the binders finally off, Lingo was more confident and began to assess the situation.
The shooting had stopped. "Did anyone get that sniper's position?"
Someone yelled an affirmative.
Rebel troopers showed up at the conference room door and began pounding on it. Lingo checked to make sure it was locked, then opened the activation panel and yanked the safety cutoffs out. Sparks flew and the emergency locks thumped into place.
"All right! We're locked in! Let's think up another miraculous escape."
02-25-2004, 12:42 AM
OOC: Glad I'm welcome here. I'm on once a day, for an hour and a half, but I'll try to get on more to keep up with this.
IC: Jivva Leea smiled his patent grim smile as the beleagured Jedi dodged bolt after bolt from his blaster. He'd seen the four captives break their bonds and take refuge in the building. They were resourceful enough it seemed, and obviously no great friends of the rebellion. He could use some allies in taking that Jedi down later. Let's find out what these Rebels are made of...
With the four men now being free and the Jedi pinned down, Jivva powered up his blaster to a very high level. Taking aim at the ground in front of the Jedi, he squeezed the trigger.
The Jedi smiled to himself at the sniper's apparently missed shot. Seconds later he crashed into Yatharra's extensive sewer system as the ground around him vaporized. Panicked Rebel soldiers ran over to the gaping hole in awe. Some looked around trying to find the sniper, others merely gawked at the enormous hole in the street.
Jivva readjusted his footing and began firing blast after accurate blast, picking off the foolish Rebels one by one. Judging that the building's defenses were soft enough now and the panic at the appropriate level, he descended from the building to street level. He had taken note of the position that the men he'd freed had fled to. It was time to get them out of that building.
With his special assassin blasters at the ready, he began his assualt on the structure. Some soldiers returned fire, but most were shot before they had the chance. I'm not even breaking a sweat.
Reaching the door they had sheltered behind, Jivva hailed the four men. "Let's get you out of here before reinforcements arrive."
IC: A voice came crackling through on Marta comlink. He could't be sure who it was. It sounded as though it was from outside, as blaster fire was in the foreground.
The person was trying to get them out of there. Was he with the Empire? Another bounty hunter? Someone with a grudge? It didn't matter, here was a chance to escape.
Around him, rebels were securing doors, making sure that the assassin didn't get in. What the heck was going on here?
Lingo was on the other side of the wall, along with the rest of the group, complaining about the lack of an escape route.
"Well, you wanna escape, you've got one."
Marta then switched the frequency on his comlink, and began speaking to the reciever, R2-G1. "Geeone. We've...er...got a problem here. If you could get that X-Wing over here it'd be appreciated."
In the hangar where the ships had been left, the 2-seater X-Wing began to rise, before blasting out of the bay, and turning towards their location.
02-26-2004, 03:44 PM
OOC: Now that I've had more time to write it, my character Roll Call has been updated. It's important to my characterization.
IC: Pausing one second from keeping a barrage of blaster fire flying, Jivva pounded on the locked door. "Get out of there now, I've got the Rebels pinned down out here, but I'm not going to wait all day. Get a--," he was interrupted by a scarlet bolt of blaster fire, the Rebels were organizing a counter-attack. The bolt came inches from his head and burned into the door. "I said, MOVE IT!"
A noise other than panicked shouting and blaster fire came to his ears, it sounded distinctly like the repulsorlifts of a small starship. I'm in trouble now...
Ducking behind a large sheet of broken Durasteel for cover, he unslung his rifle and powered it up to maximum. He wanted to be prepared to take out any fighter that took a pass at him.
"Get the hell out of that room!"
02-26-2004, 05:35 PM
Excelsion could hear the sound of blaster fire and someone shouting from outside the door. Then, through the broken window he felt a cool breeze, and turning around he saw Marta's two seater X-Wing. That was the only way out.
"Who's going in there?"
02-26-2004, 11:51 PM
IC: First, he heard it. Then, he saw it. A green and chrome X-Wing fighter hovering outside the shattered Durasteel of the building. Quickly raising his blaster rifle, he took aim at the fighter. On the verge of firing on the ship, he paused as data flooded from his Empire archive uplink. So the Rebels don't have any X-Wings modified like that... Interesting...
Feeling the heat of blaster fire smashing around him, Jivva Leea turned and fired his charged rifle at the makeshift barricade the Rebels were firing from behind. With a deafening explosion, Durasteel fragments and pieces of charred Rebels were raining from the sky. Turning back to the X-Wing, he saw the breech in the window that it was hovering next to. He ran over to it, shouldering and holstering his weapons. Once at the hole, he peered inside, and there were the four former captives, a Mandalorian, and some humans or Corellians, it was difficult to tell through all the smoke.
"You guys alright?" he asked. "Sorry about the firefight, but with the four of you bound and my limited position and resources, it seemed like the best option and I might not have got another opportunity to get you guys away from those Rebs. Whose fighter is that?"
One of the humans spoke up, "It's mine, and we're using it to get out of here!"
Shuddering with the implication of flight, Jivva Leea expected them to attack, so he stepped back and awaited their first swings should they come.
IC: Their assassin had turned up, and was waiting to see what was going to happen. He seemed to be ready for a rebel attack, and he also seemed to want it to happen.
"Five! This is gonna be a tighter squeeze than I thought! Ok, who's coming up front?"
They didn't have time to answer. A frag grenade flew towards them, and exploded just metres away, saving them from the explosion.
Immediately, the assassin let off a flurry of blaster shots, giving everyone else a chance to escape. Thor dashed straight for the cotpit, following Marta in.
"Well, where are we meant to go?" asked Excelsion.
"Hang on, just a minute, called Marta as the X-Wing spun around to reveal a now opened cargo area at the rear of the craft. "In here, quick!" Shouted Richmar, as the blaster fire began to hit closer to home. "Now!"
02-27-2004, 03:38 PM
OOC: Though my char hates flying, he hates walking more, please don't leave me, LoL.
IC: Switching his rifle into automatic fire mode, Jivva pushed his trigger down and braced for the recoil of the repeated shots. Bolts flew from his rifle in the general direction of the regrouping Rebel forces, but he was really just spraying a heavy coat of covering fire down so that the captives could make good their escape. Something told him that he needed to protect their getaway, and get away with them.
Looking back to where the Corellian, Mandalorian and one of the humans were climbing into the cargo hold of the modified starfighter, Jivva walked backwards spraying blaster bolts everywhere. He reached the X-Wing and saw the second seat, obviously the gunner's chair. Gulping hard he pulled himself into the cockpit and prepared to get a terrible case of flight sickness.
02-29-2004, 06:00 AM
Lingo pushed his hair back; he was now faced with a decision to either fight like a reputative Corellian, or run like an Alderaanian senator.
The decision was made. "Hold that X-Wing! I'm coming, too!"
But in the commotion, the Jedi had been forgotten. The hum of a lightsaber drowned out Rebel shouts. Once again, Lingo's blaster jumped from his hand.
I'm not leaving without that gun!
IC: Marta glanced at his datapad, which was now configured to show the Cargo compartments camera. He saw that almost everyone was in. With the exception of Van Lingo.
The Jedi had returned from the hole, and was preparing to make an atack on Lingo, who was chasing around after a small holdout blaster. Again.
"Lingo! Forget the blaster, just jump in!" Marta shouted. "C'mon! Now!"
Van Lingo was hesitant, but quickly came to the conclusion that his life was worth more than a small blaster. Lingo made a mad dash for the cargo compartment, with the Jedi close behind.
There wasn't enough time. Marta reluctantly began to slowly pull the X-Wing away from the burning building. Lingo was close to the edge. The Jedi had stopped, calling upon the force. He was trying to pull the craft backwards, and it was working.
Van jumped. As he grabbed onto the handholds, Marta engaged the ships afterburners, propelling the small stunt fighter away from the Jedi far faster than he expected. Once again, they had escaped. But this time, with a lack of biscuits.
OOC: Does anyone know where the nearest shop is? ;)
P.S. Page 3 now :D
02-29-2004, 08:40 PM
The wind tore at Lingo's hair and jacket. The cargo doors began to close, and he pulled himself in with his last ounce of strength.
As doors clanged shut, he could make out the silhouettes of the rest of the group. Life support systems kicked in, but he knew that they needed to find a docking facility fast, or at least somewhere to open the hatch for a breather.
He finally collapsed. Gods, it'll be good to see the Fandango again...
02-29-2004, 09:30 PM
OOC: Can someone fill me in on the details of the story?
03-01-2004, 12:50 AM
IC: Turning a quite interesting shade of green, Jivva Leea gripped the armrests of the gunner seat with whitening knuckles. He held on with a vice-like grip, as if to channel the the impending vomit through his hands. With his insides churning and thrashing with every motion of the starship, which wasn't helped by the encounter with the Jedi and his Force pulling technique, Jivva Leea frowned to himself and wondered why he had felt something so special about these four people he had just saved. He didn't kill the Jedi, he was incredibly spacesick, and to top it all off, he was in a Rebel fighter model that would surely earn a court-martial and summary execution if he ever got back to an Imperial base. Jivva Leea knew that he was deep in the poodoo now.
"You, pilot," he groaned while fighting back the contents of his stomach, "what's your name, and where are we headed?"
"I'm Marta Richmar, and I've got no clue where we're going, but I'm sure it's better than Yatharra."
"Well, Marta Richmar, I'll tell you where you're going," the Mandalorian assassin said, drawing a blaster and placing its barrel at the base of the human's skull, "we're going to Imperial space, the closest Imperial frigate or planet base, and we're going now!"
IC: Having a blaster aimed at him from behind worried Marta just a tiny little bit. Almost as much as coming out of Hyperspace inside a sun.
"You know what?" Marta replied, trying to keep his tone as cool and as even as he could. "We might just be stopping off with your little Impy friends."
"Yeah, well, ya better make it fast! Or I'll take over." Was the grunted reply from the rear of the craft.
However, out of sight, Marta was tapping in digits on a keypad, while downloading co-ordinates of the nearest imperial vessel. "Yeah. We'll drop you off there, OK?"
Then he tapped the enter key on his pad, and a blast shield popped down in between the two compartments in a matter of Nano-seconds. A moment later, he heard a frustrated flurry of blaster shots being absorbed by it. Having no visible effect.
"Sorry about that. Now, dead or alive, Imp?"
03-01-2004, 05:57 PM
Excelsion didn't like to be bossed around, or to see his friends being bossed around. They'd picked up this imperial bounty hunter - saved him - and now he was threatening to kill them all. Excelsion almost laughed when the blaster shots were absorbed by the shield.
"Dosen't look like your gonna get any where like that," he smirked.
Then he took out his rifle from his backpack and pointed it at the man.
"Marta - turn this ship around. I don't want to get caught up with the imperials again. Soon I'll be in trouble with both sides in this war."
03-02-2004, 12:09 AM
IC: Frustrated by the sudden turn of the tables, Jivva Leea turned to an alternate tactic. He wasn't going to let them kill him or dump him on his own any more than he was going to let that human hold that rifle on him. He began talking to create a distraction as he reached to his belt, unnoticed.
"Listen to me, I just saved the four of you from a Rebel interrogation back on Nal Hutta. I dispatched with the parameters of my mission and went to an awful large amount of trouble to make sure you all didn't end up dead or brainwashed. I am no bounty hunter, it's not that simple. I'm First Assassin for the Empire, and I failed to kill that Jedi in Yatharra to save you. If I don't get back to an Empire command station in the next four or five cycles, my CO will have my executed for failure. I'm no bounty hunter, like I said, and two of you are friends of the Imperials any way. I've found record of one Excelsion Metalifer, a mercenary in the battle of Yatharra, and one Corellian, Van Lingo, you were a Imperial gunrunner at one point or another. Understand me here," he said, "if we get to an Empire base, we'll be a lot safer than traveling around aimlessly. You four are wanted by the Rebellion, the Empire will provide you with sanctuary. Set the course, and I promise, we'll all be fine."
Marta Richmar didn't seem satisfied with Excelsion's or Jivva's recommendations. The Mandalorian put away his blaster and continued to tell Richmar to change course. However, he'd worked his hand into a compartment on his belt and closed his hand around a vibroblade without being noticed by any of the passengers.
"Hey, alright, I like all of you, something drew me towards you and that's why I scrapped my mission. But I'm not willing to scrap my life and your lives as well. If we don't get to an Imperial base, they'll come after me, if we go to Rebel space, we'll be captured. That's the choice you have." With lightning speed, Jivva whipped his vibroblade from his belt and held it to the human's throat, the one who had the rifle trained on him. "I think you'd better put down that rifle before anyone gets hurt."
"Let's get introductions out of the way and work this out. I'm Jivva Leea. Who's next?"
They all looked at each other uncertainly. Finally the Corellian spoke up, "I'm Van Lingo, and you know my record, I guess."
Reluctantly lowering his rifle, the human spoke up as Jivva Leea withdrew the blade, "Excelsion Metalifer, and you know a bit about me, too."
The Mandalorian, who had been silent up until this point, introduced himself as A'rak Thor.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Jivva Leea felt he had finally reached an equilibrium with this situation.
03-02-2004, 07:57 AM
Everyone go see my post in the OOC thread (http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=1464121#post1464121). Hopefully it will eliminate some gunk in the adventure.
Lingo sat up from the defensive posture he had taken during the shooting. "Hey, can we follow my ship's landing beacon? She's on frequency oh-four-five-niner."
IC: At last the visible conflict between his new passengers had died down, and they were going to pick up their ships from the hangar. He presumed that the rebel guards would've left in the firefight of the previous minutes. Well, he hoped that they had gone.
He also presumed that the assassin had a ship, and that it was in the hangar, or at least nearby. So, he flew off towards the hangar, but kept the shield up. Marta wasn't a person to take risks.
As the green and chrome X-Wing touched down on the metal flooring, he swore that he'd spotted something moving behind some barrels in the back of the hangar. Where they were headed next was a mystery. But one thing was for sure. It had to be safer than Yatharra
03-02-2004, 03:20 PM
Excelsion was used to being held at gun-point, or 'blade-point', which seemed more appropriate to this situation. If he hadn't lost his vibro-blades against that rancor, he could've beaten that assasin in hand-to-hand combat any day. Or so he thought.
Soon, he heard the landing gears moving below him. The X-Wing was landing in the hangar...again. As soon as it stopped and the doors opened, he ran to his ship.
03-02-2004, 03:43 PM
OOC: I'll try to avoid controlling other people's characters, but sometimes it feels necessary to prgoress plot in a post. Not everyone is on often enough to avoid that entirely, but I'll be sure to do it only when necessary.
IC: They'd now landed in the hangar, but that meant very little to Jivva Leea, he had no ship and had assumed he was riding with one of the other four men. He didn't want to prvoke Richmar or Excelsion any further, so he turned to Van Lingo.
"Can I get a lift? But before we leave here, I think we'd better decide where we are headed."
03-02-2004, 07:44 PM
If someone isn't posting often enough, just assume that they're following whoever they were last with. Don't act for them.
Lingo shielded his eyes as the cargo doors opened once more. He hopped out onto solid ground to find himself in a hangar somewhere on the mainland.
Now if I can get back to Yatharra, maybe I'll get my ship and get off of this rock... He headed off in search of a shuttle service.
Anyone is welcome to join. I know that no one wants to go back to Yatharra, but that's where all my stuff is, lol.
Let's go ahead and split our separate ways, get off of Nal Hutta, and start a new RP.
We can continue this story, but let's start the thread with a new name and a new adventure.
03-02-2004, 07:51 PM
OOC: Check my post in the roll call thread
IC"Need some help?" Asked a voice behind Lingo.
03-03-2004, 12:06 AM
IC: Seeing that Lingo ignored his query, Jivva Leea turned to the speaker. "Does that offer apply to me as well? I could sure use a ride right about now."
OOC: I heartily disagree with the splitting idea. I vote we keep the thread, stick together, and keep the story. If worst comes to worst, we lose some stuff, but I'd like to head back to Yatharra, if necessary, and dodge some Rebels, rather than stick with all the combat. We can infilitrate the city.
03-03-2004, 12:37 AM
IC: "Depends, can you pay me?"
03-03-2004, 12:40 AM
IC: "Can I pay you? Buddy, you're looking at the best paid assassin in this quarter of the galaxy, if not from here to the Void, of course I can pay you. Name your price for my passage and the passage of any of these other guys that want a lift."
Jivva Leea smiled, things were going right.
03-03-2004, 04:37 AM
Well, to each his own, but this story is getting too out-of-hand for someone who only gets on once a night (me).
I'm going to go ahead and start a new thread that follows me off of the planet. If you want to stay here, go ahead. But for me, there's planets to see and people to swindle.
03-03-2004, 04:45 PM
Hard decision, I don't know whether to leave this thread or not. Perhaps we should start a new thread, with a decent storyline (maybe employing stealth tactics instead of all-out-fighting).
Excelsion decided to ignore everyone and run straight for his ship. He needed to replace and repair what was left of his vibroblades - he'd brought the remains on board when they escaped the palace. But to do that he'd need to get the right parts, maybe even taking the swords to a specialist smith of some sort.
Quickly, he climbed up the ramp, and into one of the small corridors that went around the perimetre of the ship. Soon he found himself standing in the cockpit - he was ready to take off.
He found himself glancing out of the dirty window at his side. Below him, he noticed the others engaged in a conversation with a man he didn't recognise. He didn't want to wait. Impatiently, he started to raise the landing gears - making steam hiss out of the valves. Then he stopped the process - it was a signal for them to hurry up.
03-03-2004, 10:01 PM
OOC might be good to start over. But I don't want to decide between leaving this thread or staying.
IC"Well depends. Where are you going?
03-03-2004, 11:59 PM
IC: "Preferably Imperial space, you know, a nearby frigate if there's one in the area or a planet base." Jivva looked and saw Excelsion's ship preparing for liftoff, then the procedure aborted. Why was he still waiting? Oh well, at least this guy can get me where I'm going...
03-04-2004, 12:34 AM
IC: "Imperials huh? Well bad news, last frigate left the area three days ago. I can get you into Imperial space. Anywhere specific you would like?"
03-04-2004, 12:37 AM
IC: "Can't say I care where, but the sooner the better. How much do I owe you?" He turned to see if the other's wanted to grab a ride on his credit too.
OOC: Lingo, it's no one else's fault that you feel that you don't post enough, and in whatever new thread you make, it's going to be the same way, other people are on more often and they'll post when they can. I changed my schedule to be able to post more, maybe you should adapt if you can, too.
03-04-2004, 10:54 AM
IC: "I can take you to Imperial Space for 100 credits a passenger."
03-04-2004, 03:35 PM
IC: "Then it's deal." He turned to the others. "Anyone else want a ride?"
03-04-2004, 03:57 PM
Don't argue guys. Perhaps we should just make a new thread after we escape and all stay in the new thread - a new adventure, perhaps.
Excelsion soon heard them talking about going into Imperial Space. Curiously, he tapped into the radar on his on-board computer. The nearest Imperial frigate was quite close, but after doing a scan the radar detected at least two or more frigates, and a lot of fighters. This was worrying.
03-04-2004, 11:48 PM
OOC: I like this thread and this story, and there's plenty of ways that we can stick together. However, if we take a poll or a vote on the matter, I'll go with the decision of the community whether or not we should open a new thread and scrap this one. Is that fair to everyone?
IC: Jivva Leea turned to the pilot and said, "I'm Jivva Leea, and soon as we see who wants to come with us, we can be off. I don't think I caught your name, though. "
OOC: I'll go with a vote. And, I was wondering what we were going to do after the escape.
IC: "Well, I've got nothing better to do, so I'll be coming. That is, if that's OK with you?" Spoke Marta, cautiosly, bracing himself for a whole list of reason why he shouldn't.
Then, he lost concentration as he spotted Excelsion glancing down at his computer, concerned by something. He didn't know what, but something told him it was bad.
OOC: I'm not sure if i wanna split the thread.... Anyways, I'm back now ;)
IC: Thor had gotten back to his ship.
He noticed the others talking with some guy, and saw the assasin looking around at the others.
He shouted at the group; "What's keeping you? I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting outta here as soon as possible."
Thor wanted to die a glorious death in battle, but he wanted it to be for a cause, not just because they were captured.
03-07-2004, 12:06 AM
IC: "Anyone who wants to come can."
03-07-2004, 05:51 PM
are you guys on a frigate now? Cause i'm thinking about joining this thread but i will have to do so logically. Oh and by the way, Jokemaster, is Sark from Dark crusade Drazen's father, or brother, or what?
OOC: Erm, well, I think that we're going to a frigate, but, I'm not sure about the safety of our journey. Since we're doing this the Star Wars way, I wouldn't be suprised by something getting in our way. So, join when ya want. I'm sure that we're welcome to new posters, just, sign my contract. You will only be allowed to post in this topic provided that you maintain it's position as the most popular thread in the SWBattlefront forums. Also, you must agree to the rule of not taking control of someone elses character, and doing something like throwing them off a cliff. Also, please no obsessive use of swear words. And, please, please dn't turn this thread into a worded battle report of an arena deathmatch in an FPS. Thank you. :)
03-09-2004, 01:19 PM
OOC:Ok. i swear. i'd sign if i could edit it :) so you're going TO a frigate. but you're still in outerspace in a small ship? Em, you where going to the Imps right? i'll join there cause i'm an Imp.
Oh by the way you can also join in with Dark Crusade created by me! you can play evil there.
OOC: Well, I think that we're on the way to a frigate, but we've not left the planet yet. Wait? Evil!?!?! I come, I come!
03-19-2004, 07:20 PM
right, still on the planet eh?
ok, here goes: Our heroes didn't notice they where being watched from the shadows. "sir, shall we blast 'em? i've got a clean shot from here" "no, wait untill i say so, trooper. you are being payed for obeying orders, not for blasting everything that moves" "but sir, you're not paying us at all." "shut it or i shoot it."
"yes, Lord Rexus."
(if it isn't clear to you, its not supposed to. i'll get deeper into it later. i'm just waiting for the plot to move but i HAD to introduce my character first. thank you for understanding. and i hope this still fits in the story a bit)
03-20-2004, 02:55 AM
"Let's get going. Follow me"
He led them to his ship. The ship was sleek and almost completely smooth. It was a medium size freighter, but it seemed to be in good condition. He opened up the ramp.
03-20-2004, 02:19 PM
in the meanwhile, Gorsk and his troopers tried to stay hidden and keep spying on them.
OOC: Dead or alive?
Edit: Ooh! It lives!
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