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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Nov 27, 2003 13:37:40 GMT -5
Ickebar checks over the engines in the hopes of finding out what exactly is happening.
"It appears that something or someone has overridden the controls, and my conjecture says that it was that jedi trying to get out of here."
"Greelo, as soon as you have control, head for space. We need to regroup before we pick up any passengers."
"Deira, you and I are going to have a little talk about the force."
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Post by Regrix on Nov 27, 2003 18:18:21 GMT -5
Mogan draws out the datapad, and drops it to the floor.
"Whatever. Here's the damn datapad. Now leave me the hell alone."
Mogan shakes off any hands that try to stop him, and stomps off down the hallway.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 27, 2003 18:19:29 GMT -5
Leaving Mogan a while, Deira collects the fallen datapad and examines it. Finding the coordinates she relays them to Greeloo, "I cannot presume you would do this, but it seems the only alternative we have right now." She then finds somewhere to sit and examines the datapad further in case there was more information.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 27, 2003 18:20:28 GMT -5
*Sralhyr returns to working on the weapons of the ship, even though there's nothing to be done on them.*
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Post by Greeloo on Nov 27, 2003 21:26:59 GMT -5
Ignoring Ickabar, and trusting in his feelings, Greelo heads to the coordinates on the datapad. That jedi, was responsible for getting Mogan out of the clutches of that black armored maniac. And he lost his life buying us time to get Mogan aboard. The least we can do is to go see to his padewan and their allies. Kayla, program the coordinates. We're goin after them. To hell with Ickebar. It's too hard to go into orbit and come right back here. Not with all the Jedi on board and that lunatic has seen us now. Better to stick close to the "surface" such as it is. When Kayla finishes inputing the coordinates, Greeloo heads for them at the fasted safe speed to traverse the airlanes of Coruscant.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 27, 2003 21:55:49 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Meanwhile...
Vader storms back inside.. seething.. Shar had escaped him.. for now. He also lost the Jedi Padawans onboard the freighter. He decided it was time to change tactics. There will be other points in time for him to turn the young Jedi who have escaped on the freighter.. for now he would content himself with turning Shar's Padawan learners to the darkside..
He stormed through the building, those troopers that were too slow to move of their own accord were hurled aside with a simple wave of Vader's hand..
"If these incompetent drones fail to hold another prisoner.." He held that thought for a moment.. allowing his mind to enjoy the sight of them writhing in pain as they were slain.. "No. It would be a waste of materiel."
Vader came up on one of the commanders of this COMPNOR installation.. "Commander, I want you to have all available resources look for a freighter of the YT-1300 style currently coloured fluorescent Yellow. DO NOT FAIL ME!"
Vader stormed into the hanger and mounted a high altitude speeder bike.. taking off for the location he had last been informed Shar's Padawans were. Kicking his speeder into turbo thrust, it's turbines whined in protest but performed as expected and he raced off at impossible speeds to his task..
Shar fell from the building, his body submerged in the force. His path brought him within reach of the building, he kicked off the wall and sailed out over the traffic lanes.. he began falling again.. and his course guided by the force and his own will brought him above a transport bus headed toward his students.. He sensed the turmoil on the freighter and realized they may not get there in time.. Again he would have to distract Anakin..
He followed his path off to his destiny.. [/shadow]
[edit]Sorry about this but red on red was giving me one hell of a headache[/edit]
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Post by Kayla on Nov 27, 2003 23:15:10 GMT -5
As Mogan shrugs off her hand and walks away from the group, Kayla sighs deeply, understanding his feelings of failure to his new friend, for she herself had felt the same way about her father’s ill fate.
Walking back towards the cockpit, she arrives just in time to hear Greeloo tell her to enter the coordinates into the navigational computer. Glad to be of use, and to have something else to concentrate on for the time, Kayla's fingers steadily flow across the keys as she inputs the data. Finishing after only a few moments she lets Greeloo know that all is ready to go.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 29, 2003 1:31:30 GMT -5
Mogan entered the hold.
Spying a stack of empty crates, he stormed over and kicked them. Once they hit the floor, he kicked them again, scattering them across the hold.
I was completely useless. Mogan thought, reflecting on the battle between Shar and the armored Vader. Worthless. Mogan cleched his fist on his good arm, and looked down at his arm that hung limply at his side. Just like my arm. Worthless. His arm was starting to tingle, and some feeling was coming back to it.
Mogan sat down on one of the crates, leaned back against the wall of the hold, and closed his eyes.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 29, 2003 1:32:55 GMT -5
Feeling somewhat nervous at Ickabar's request Deira nods her concent to the Mon Calamari, "As you wish." She glances toward the hold where Mogan headed, but knew he needed time alone. "What is it that you wish to know?" She sits near the captain, head spinning from her recent ambitrious use of the Force.
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Post by Regrix on Nov 29, 2003 22:27:26 GMT -5
The ship maneuvers through the sky lanes of Coruscant in the fading light of it's blue star, It's towers of duracrete and transparasteel glimmering like steel spikes in it's fiery light. The coordinates given lead the ship to the "park district" to a landing pad built to accommodate freighters, for the purpose of delivering supplies to the underground "Management Facilities".
Upon landing, it is noticed through the forward viewport that there is a door in a entrance disguised as a rock. The doors look to be blast door grade, and the feel of the area is that there has been no one here in sometime.
[glow=yellow,2,300]There is two bright spots in the Force here… they're inside the bunker.. somewhere.. [/glow]
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Post by Greeloo on Nov 30, 2003 0:17:00 GMT -5
Well, we're here. Landing the ship on the pad as if to make a delivery, Greeloo is hoping no one notices them there. This pad is here for deliveries (or pickups I'd guess). So let's try to look like we belong here and NOT draw any attention to our bright yellow bottomed freighter. Turning to Deira he continues I don't suppose there's anything in that datapad about a code for the entrance doors. These folks inside aren't exactly gonna be expecting us, and I'd really hate to have to blast our way in.
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Nov 30, 2003 0:50:52 GMT -5
O.O.C.: You do realize that ickebar did go to his workshop.
Deira entered what best could be described as Ickebar’s laboratory.
The smell of various industrial grade chemicals, and metal permiated the room.
She found, Ickebar, dressed in overalls and tinkering with something or another when she asked him what he would like to know. (O.O.C. I am trying to build some sort of grenade launcher to attach to provide defense to the ships deck ramps).
Ickebar continued to tinker for a moment before stopping and beginning to speak.
“My dear Deira, we are in much deeper then what we realized. That black figure, was able to move stuff with the power of his mind alone, and my guess is that is only a fraction of his power.”
“What I need, Deira is a report, detailing the capabilities and common abilities of the jedi, especially dark jedi, I need to know what would be most effective against them. How to plan around their powers so that when we do have to deal with our adversary, we are ready.”
“I would also like a chance to analyze a lightsaber, to better understand it’s penetration and to devise some sort of protection when if it does come to it.”
Ickebar then notices that the ship is going down.
“We’re landing? Have we suffered some sort of damage that we can’t make it to space?”
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Post by Regrix on Nov 30, 2003 17:55:32 GMT -5
Sencing the force presence beneath them Deira smiles, "I believe we are at the coordinates Shar gave us. Perhaps with more of us we would be best able to answer your queries." She sighs, awaiting Ickebar's response to Greeloo's choice,
"But there is one thing I can tell you, now ; there is no defence against a lightsaber's blade other than another lightsaber."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Dec 1, 2003 1:11:35 GMT -5
"I'm sorry D
Deira, but I will not accept that as an answer and I will do research until I figure out a way to reduce it's effectiveness."
"If we can't block it directly, maybe there is a way to short it out...landing you say...One moment."
Ickebar storms out of his lab directly to the bridge.
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Post by JSUN on Dec 1, 2003 3:20:08 GMT -5
Calmly, Magg scans her Datalink pad trying to find the registry number for the newly arrived Corelian ship now sitting on the platform. It wouldn't be unlike the Imperials to use such a tactic to capture their enemies.
There could also be the possibility that this ship had chosen this particular landing spot for no particular reason, so better to offer them the opening move and react to it.
While waiting for the data to come up, if it does at all, Magg presses the comm "Dorin, if you should find yourself near a viewer, access it. There is a ship on the landing pad called... "The Delta Star". Its registered to an Ickebar Cetheopod..Do you know of him?. Either way, no one has yet exited it nor attepted to breach the blast doors. I suggest we be preaired for any eventuality."
All the while I examine the view screen, paying careful attention to the colour chosen for the ship...and what it might reveal about its passengers.
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