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Post by Regrix on Jun 19, 2004 12:15:39 GMT -5
I am going to delay this post for a few days and will post it on Wed or Fri next week.
During this time we shall assume that the group is getting ready for what is to come, and Mogan will spend this time healing.
This post will be deleted when I make the actual post
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Post by Kayla on Jun 19, 2004 23:44:11 GMT -5
Looking down at her clothes then back up at Greeloo,
"Gee I didn't know I was dressed up..."
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Post by Regrix on Jun 26, 2004 21:45:09 GMT -5
[ Ok, the week has passed uneventfully, Mogan is now healed. There has been some talk of a group of women down here with a protocol droid and a Jedi. They had made contact with a Qurren Information Broker and then disappeared shortly after having left the Crystal Jewel. ]
Over the last week, through careful inquiry you have managed to uncover at least a portion of the mystery surrounding the disappearance of the Naboo senator.
So far the information broker has been scarce. Though as he is a Sabacc and glitterstim addict. He will be back eventually.
Mogan had been reluctantly resting during this time, more at Deira's instance than anything else. He has, as a result returned to full vigor.
There is also at the moment a degree of commotion outside the ship and up a block or so.. a gang of street punks are harassing a hooded figure weilding a lightsaber.. it's silver blade shining brightly in the deep shade of the City-Planet's lower levels
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Korendil
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Post by Korendil on Jun 28, 2004 3:39:42 GMT -5
From the shadows of the robes the figure wears comes an elegantly built lightsaber, a flick of the wrist and a silver blade of pure energy springs forth as the weapon hums to life. The punks back off for a moment as one curses, "crap a Jedi!" Another yells, "Kill him! Think of the reward for his lightsaber!" and they all press forward again. The man's hood is drawn up on his robes and he stays in a full defensive stance, not attacking except when he has an opening. He does not attack to kill though, only to knock out his foes. As the group close in on the figure and his assailants, you can notice that his robes are suffering heavy slashs and tears from the punks weapons and that alot of blood is also on those robes. The man is now down on one leg and having trouble fending the punks off, and then he falls to the ground as one gets past his defense and stabs him.
Anyone who is force sensitive hears a call of HELP! from within the Force.
Great to be with you folks and I hope I can add to the group at hand in a positive way!
OOC: Sorry if I took the GMing away from you for that Regrix....I just had to do it.....From now on I will react and let you do the telling! =)
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Post by Regrix on Jun 28, 2004 12:37:08 GMT -5
Deira:
Deira inwardly curses and extends her senses to the lightsabre-weilding figure.
"We have to help him!" she states simply, pulling together her gear and heading toward the exit ramp.
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Post by Regrix on Jun 28, 2004 21:26:27 GMT -5
Ickebar:
ickebar grumbled.
"Deira if you must go, take Morgan with you."
He then reluctantly opened the door.
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Post by Regrix on Jun 28, 2004 21:27:02 GMT -5
Deria:
Waiting for anyone to accompany her for the briefest of seconds she projects to the newcommer, should her initial readings prove he is force sensitive. ~brother of the Force, can I be of assistance~
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Post by Regrix on Jun 28, 2004 21:27:57 GMT -5
Mogan:
This is just what I needed....
Mogan grabbed his blaster rifle, and nealy ran down Deira in his excitement to get outside and actually DO something for a change.
"Just let me shoot one of them. Okay, maybe two. Can I shoot two of them?"
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Post by Regrix on Jun 28, 2004 21:28:33 GMT -5
Deira:
"Shoot the whole lot if you need too," Deira grins at Mogan's enthusasm, and exits with him and any others, to aide the stranger.
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Post by Regrix on Jun 29, 2004 10:54:41 GMT -5
Deira:
Realising the stranger is indeed a member of her order, Deira, blaster in hand, shoots the nearest of his attackers as she sees him fall. "Cover me," she says calmly to Mogan.
Not willing to let another of her order die, she rushes toward him, drawing her own lightsabre, ~damnit, I HATE giving away my identity~, and igniting it.
The pink blade humms to life as she reaches the brawl, "You want to take on one of us, you'll end up being hunted by a hellof a lot more." Still in 'street' gear, she hopes to at least confuse the rabble. Blade in front of her, she will attack any who go to harm her or her allies, but otherwise will wait for their response.
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Post by Korendil on Jun 30, 2004 3:16:43 GMT -5
Struggling against his wounds, he tries to get up, keeping his grip on his lightsaber with his left hand, the blade still humming against the ground. He turns towards Deira, "Thank you sister." He rasps out in obvious pain from his wounds. His hood falls back, finally revealing his face, showing a pale skinned man with long grey hair wearing a silver and blue bandana over his eyes. He smiles for a moment then grimaces as pain shoots through his body. "I shall not die here without first completing my mission!" He states as he again tries to stand and manages to do so while leaning heavily on the wall for support. "I fear that I do not have the strength left to defend myself right now sister. I am sorry to be a burden to you both." As he looks from Deira to Morgan and slumps back against the wall.
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Post by Regrix on Jul 2, 2004 21:40:48 GMT -5
Mogan:
Mogan slows behind Deira, raising his blaster rifle to his shoulder, firing a couple of short bursts into the assailants while Deira runs up to the stranger.
He keeps back from the two Jedi, preferring not to get in their way if they need to actually do some hand to hand fighting. He covers them from a distance...
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Post by Regrix on Jul 2, 2004 21:46:07 GMT -5
The street punks prove no match for the forces arrayed against them. a few fall to your weapons, the rest scatter and scurry back into the dark holes they climebed out of.
The wounded Jedi lay on the ground by you, his injuries severe, but not life threatening.
The action seems to have scared off the more timid residents of the area, and attracted the attention of those who are not.
From the descriptions that were given about the party of women that had come down here (Padme's group) the fallen Jedi matches the description of the one that was with them.
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Post by Regrix on Jul 2, 2004 21:50:53 GMT -5
The street punks prove no match for the forces arrayed against them. a few fall to your weapons, the rest scatter and scurry back into the dark holes they climebed out of.
The wounded Jedi lay on the ground by you, his injuries severe, but not life threatening.
The action seems to have scared off the more timid residents of the area, and attracted the attention of those who are not.
From the descriptions that were given about the party of women that had come down here (Padme's group) the fallen Jedi matches the description of the one that was with them.
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Post by Regrix on Jul 2, 2004 21:51:40 GMT -5
Deira:
Ensuring all of his assailants are dispatched, Deira looks to them and the stranger.
Just thugs, out for a credit or two.. or was it something more sinister. She reaches down to the newcommer. "Come on," she reaches to help him up. "We're best talking elsewhere." She pulls along her fellow jedi to the ship.
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