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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:01:28 GMT -5
Heh, forgot the text.. ;D
I am C/P the game from PADND to here and will work on the story part as the oppertunity presents.
Below are the posts in order
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:04:50 GMT -5
*Note: After careful personal consideration and the realization that RL is taking far too much of my time I have taken it to be a good thing to alter how the game is being played.. (just a bit).. Cut Scenes (Information the players would know if they were watching a movie but the characters don't know..) DM NotesFor Force related stuff it will be in: [glow=blue,2,300] Light Side[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300] Neutral[/glow] [glow=fuscia,2,300] Darkside[/glow] More will be added as it occurs to me to add it.. Please remember to act, think, and speak as your character would.. after I review posts I will make determinations on dice rolls (which will still be e-mailed to me) and in the next post I make I will announce the results of said rolls.. Thanks The Hanger: You all have taken cover having seen the medium blaster cannons emerge from the dorsal side of the ship. There has been no overt offensive action taken on the part of the ship and the weapons seem to have been deployed as a defensive measure. Reminder: Yellow Text is only known to those with the "Force Sensitive" Feat [glow=yellow,2,300] During this little incident there has been some degree of mental/emotional reaction from somewhere over in the shadows at the far width wise wall. You don't get overt hostility from them but they are not necessarily friendly either.[/glow]
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:05:38 GMT -5
Greeloo:
Sensing the other presences in the hangar, I carefully skirt around the ship, trying not to break cover in an attempt to see who/what is over there.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:06:46 GMT -5
Diera (Human Female - Jedi Consular)
Diera dives behind cover feeling the onrush of darkness nearing and calls out, "Look, we all want the same thing - to get the hell out of here and the only way we're gonna do that is together!" The lithe human sprints into cover nearer the ship, glancing to her comrades, looking for some reaction from its crew.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:07:16 GMT -5
Dante:
Dante pulled around the corner looking at the ship with the cannons pointed at himself and the others around him. He quickly glanced around taking in as many of the surroundings as possible searching first for anything that may be explosive near the ship and second for some carelessly placed panal that may disrupt the controls on the cannon.
"Ive had a bad enough day and now I have to deal with this too? Keep your blaster's ready, although it may not have fired yet the crew may quickly change its mind... It could be automated however so make sure that you dont make an offencive against it just yet..."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:07:48 GMT -5
Morgan:
Mogan kept his blaster trianed on the hanger doors. With all the Jedi's acting nervous about what was going on outside, and Greeloo acting almost as bad, he knew that something bad must be out there. Or that all the people he was currently with were crazy.
"X5...stay down and keep near me. Things may get nasty."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:08:11 GMT -5
Greeloo makes his way carefully around the perimiter of the hanger, and he notices a Kel-Dor and a Human crouching behind some creats Blasters in hand. You don't get the feeling that they are hostile just very much on edge
There is a hiss of compressed air as the Ramp lowers a Mon Cal emerges with a DH-17 Blaster Carbine in hand.. His fishlike eyes swivel to each in turn.. "What do you want with us?" he asks.. Around his waist is a tool belt.. and his coveralls are soiled with lube. He looks very much the mechanic..
There is also a bright presance in the ship
Outside.. CLANG!! CLANG!! CLANG!! things from the streets are pounding on the main door like hail.. big things.. including a landspeeder or two.
[glow=fusica,2,300]There is a strong feeling of Hatred and Rage outside[/glow]
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:28:39 GMT -5
Greeloo:
Noticing the two new, yet "friendly", people I motion to them to come over to where we are hiding, before standing up, hands in the air, blaster pistol hanging loosly from a single finger. I address the Mon-Cal "Friend. We, like you, are trapped in this hanger and whatever or whoever it is outside seems VERY determined to get in here to us. What/Whoever it is gives me a real bad feeling. Is "your ship" capable of flight? If so, can we all use it to haul jets? *motions for the others to break cover in the same manner as he has* "We don't mean you any harm. We just want to survive this planet."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:29:19 GMT -5
Morgan:
Mogan raised his hands, holding his blaster rifle over his head, but still holding onto the trigger. He kept glancing back behind him at the doors, where the load banging was coming from.
"Um....not to rush everyone...but can we hurry this up a little? I don't think things can wait for a detailed explanation on 'Who are you' and 'What are you doing here?' This is gonna get nasty in a hurry."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:30:11 GMT -5
"While it isn't my ship per se, I am a crew member and the captian hasn't been seen in a while.. Of course it is space worthy and kept that way from your would be attempts to cut it open.. by the blaster cannons I installed.
He seems suspicious but the loud clanging ( which is getting louder and more rapid.. almost a constant din now.. ) has given him a change of heart.. he motions for all to board.. even as he does the main door begins to cave, It won't take this abuse much more.. and from the outside.. a seeming shadow can be seen.. and the wheeze of a mechanical breather can be heard..
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:38:27 GMT -5
Morgan:
"Let's move, people!" Mogan screamed, as he turned to cover the hanger doors with his blaster.
"X5! Move into the ship! Go!"
Mogan edged backwards slowly, blaster trained on the hanger doors.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:39:13 GMT -5
Through some of the gaps, you see a sanitation landspeeder rise on it's side and fly toward the door hitting with a resounding clang.. the door gives more..
The shadow you saw is not a shadow but an armoured man.. his mask a strange kind of "Death's Head" visage. He watches the landspeeder from levitation to impact and then turns his attention to something else as it levitates and hurtles toward the door... CLANG!!!!
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:39:48 GMT -5
Greeloo:
I move swiftly to the ship. "Can you fly this ship?" I ask the Mon-Cal. "Because we need to get out of here NOW."
Heading towards the cockpit, I turn to make sure everybodody, including the Kel-dor and his partner, are on board. Then without bothering to wait for the Mon-cal's response I begin pre-flighting and starting the ship.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:40:39 GMT -5
Tro Klen (Kel Dor Soldier):
Glancing back towards the source of the loud clanging, the Kel Dor makes his way aboard the ship, holstering his blaster rifle beneath his cloak as he makes his way to the cockpit.
"I can assist with piloting the ship." he states, moving to help Greeloo with the pre-flight operations. "And my name's Tro," he adds as an after-thought, "but we can save further introductions for once we get off this rock."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 12:41:27 GMT -5
Diera:
Running up the ships ramp, Deira ensures all three of the Jedi are on board. Turning to look at her companions she checks Luuke and her Wookie counterpart are sufficently 'un-jedi' looking.
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