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Mar 22, 2007 16:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Mar 22, 2007 16:18:41 GMT -5
A large speeder headed towards a large dome. It stood 10 stories high and had elaborate flags waving on top of the guard towers. The speeder entered the garage where many other vehicles were parked. Some very identical while others where entirely different. Three stretchers appeared out the back of the speeder. A man in red goggles ordered the people pushing them to follow. They eventually made it to the hospital room. Two medics where already at their posts as ordered. They helped move the three onto beds. One of the medics seemed surprised.
"Uhh...Sir? Why are helping these guys? They don't seem important enough for Horda."
The man in Red goggles turned to him.
"There not. Horda wants them in top shape to...Discuss money...You understand. Right?"
The medic almost immediately understood.
"Oh! Yes sir! They'll be in top shape to meet Horda! I'll make sure of it!"
"Good! Remember, when Horda wants something..."
"Horda gets everything!"
"Good. Now get to work. Call me when they're all awake. I'll be doing some errands..."
The man in red goggles left the room as the medics tended to their new patients.
((You guys might want to speed up time if you want.))
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Mar 23, 2007 14:03:03 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Mar 23, 2007 14:03:03 GMT -5
Emmira was the first to awaken. She opened here eyes, and isntantly sat up with a start. Though, once she sat up, she wished she hadn't. A searing pain in her side almost shot her back into unconsciousness. She collapsed back onto the cot, breathing heavily. She moved a hand down to where she had been stabbed, realizing for the first time that she was not in the same clothes she had been wearing when she came in. The medics had apparently discarded her bloody shirt and jacket and redressed her in clean medical wear.
Trying to assess the situation, Emmira remembered the blur of events following her entrance into that taxi. The men, the crash, and the rain. For the most part, she could remember how everything happened, but she still had no idea as to why. She looked to her left to the driver and the fool. She had no doubt that the latter, Armen, as well as she could remember, was no doubt to blame for all of this.
As she heard footsteps outside, she began to look atound the ward once more. She noticed something odd about the place. Many odd things, in fact. They were not in an official hospital, as there were no Republic symbols. They were in a privately owned clinic.
She turned to the others, reached over to a tray nearby, an picked up a few empty medpacs, and, none too subtley, threw them at Alex and Armen's heads.
"Hey, wake up!"
She whispered.
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Mar 29, 2007 15:02:12 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Mar 29, 2007 15:02:12 GMT -5
At first glance, Alexander Storm looked like he had gone toe-to-toe with a Wookie wielding a Ryyk blade and lost horribly. When the cab had landed the windshield had spidered and blown into the front part of the taxi. This event sent shards of transpariglass slashing and cutting into the unconscious body of the drive. Cuts crisscrossed his arms, face and upper torso, luckily none of them hit any major arteries.
He lay still out cold from the impact with a concussion and his wounds freshly bandaged. Everything in his head was dark and swirling. He would twitched every now and then due to the nightmares he had of reliving the fateful patrol that had changed his life drastically. The whisper from the girl who he had picked up did not register in his distant maelstrom.
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Mar 29, 2007 18:14:02 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Mar 29, 2007 18:14:02 GMT -5
(Gonna go try and get Conman back on. No wonder this plot is taking so long...)
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Mar 31, 2007 15:55:48 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Mar 31, 2007 15:55:48 GMT -5
(Since Conman isn't answering his E-mail, I'm just going to assume that he is still unconscious.)
Emmira sighed. It looked as if she'd have to fend for herself, as per usual. Looking over herself, she saw that she was not, as she had guessed, strapped to the cot. Once she came to this realization, she immediately wondered why she had guessed that she would have been. She reasoned that it was probably as good a guess as anything.
She also noticed that, though there were intravenous systems, she was not hooked up to any of them. She was totally unanchored. And so she rose. She was wary; however, not to rise too quickly, fearing the pain in her side. Instead, she rolled off of the cot and onto her feet in a somewhat crouched position. She moved towards the nearest exit as best she could in her condition, reaching a hand out for the entry pad.
(Gonna let Fro decide if the door is locked or open, and whether or not Emmira gets to open it. It is his NPC after all.)
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Mar 31, 2007 21:51:07 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Mar 31, 2007 21:51:07 GMT -5
(sorry guys I haven't posted in a while.)
The medic slapped Emmira's hand away from the entry pad. He had been napping at the far end of the room when he noticed Emmira was awake. He grabbed Emmira and directed her to her bed.
"Come, lie down my dear. You are in no condition to be walking away now. You must be tired."
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Mar 31, 2007 21:57:44 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Mar 31, 2007 21:57:44 GMT -5
Emmira had been in a speeder taxi accident, been stabbed, bandaged in this sorry excuse for a clinic, and on top of all of that, she was developing a cold. So, to be honest, she wasn't in the best shape to fend off the medic. Then again, she didn't exactly have to be.
The moment the medic took hold of her, a series of reflexes, almost unconscious, spread through her body, resulting in her other hand whipping around at the side of the medic's head with enough force to dent the plasteel cot she had been lying on.
(Gonna give you the result before answering)
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Mar 31, 2007 22:06:46 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Mar 31, 2007 22:06:46 GMT -5
The attack whipped the medic to the wall. He got up in a rage but quickly calmed down. He put a smile on his face.
"Feisty one you are. Your lucky your punch didn't knock me out or else you would have every one is this palace looking for you. The only reason your still alive is that your in this room with him."
The medic pointed to Armen, who was still in a deep sleep.
"Horda wants to discuss money with him. We're keeping you two because he might become unreasonable if we just kill you. But we won't hesitate to snap your neck if you leave, and with your injuries you won't last long alone. So just go back to your bed..."
He made a slow paced walk to Emmira and held his hand out.
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Mar 31, 2007 22:22:16 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Mar 31, 2007 22:22:16 GMT -5
Emmira stood leaning on a counter. She could have sat, but she was going for intimidation here, so she stood straight up.
"We're not with him. He doesn't care about us, and I certainly don't give a frag about him. So why don't you just let me and the other one go? If you want cred, I have some, and I'm willing to make the trade. Keep him, let us go, and we all make out on this deal."
She said in flawless Huttese, motioning to the unconscious Alex.
(Basically, we don't know when Conman will be back on, so we should start getting ready to make our escape.)
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Mar 31, 2007 22:35:51 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Mar 31, 2007 22:35:51 GMT -5
The medic reached for his stun gun.
"As I said the only reason you're alive is because you're in here. If you plan to escape than good luck. Your in the farthest room from an exit, your in a huge palace a mile wide, there are guards at every corner and a killer in every room. With your injuries and your luck you will die within Milli-seconds. Go back to your bed. Or You will never find out...
The medic was stalling for time. He had already called for the nearest bounty hunter. And unfortunately it was Jaj, the Red Goggled man.
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Apr 1, 2007 10:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 1, 2007 10:22:29 GMT -5
The Front Door to a Hutt's palace was not a place you wanted to be if you didn't have business there. Even if you did, you still ran the risk of being hurt miserably, disfigured, or killed. Heavy emphasis on that third one.
But, to a little Waste Management droid named BO-4R, fears of pain and death didn't exist. Bad for programming. So he crossed in front of this dangerous door without fear and made his way to the droid service entrance on the other side, his circuits buzzing about how much he would be able to pick up now that he carried an unwieldly Gaffi stick.
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Meanwhile, on the other end of the complex, Emmira Lott was still trying to find some way out of her predicament. She didn't particularily fear the medic. A doctor with a stun gun who hadn't shot her by now wasn't too dangerous. But she knew about Hutts and the company they kept. If she left now, she wouldn't last too long. So, for the meantime, she complied, and sat down on her cot, hoping for some kind of miracle.
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BO-4R took a second to look over his manifest. First up on his list of rooms to clean: the clinic. Apparently, they had some biohazard to clean up in there.
(OH SNAPSKIES!!! CRUDDY DROIDS TO THE RESCUE!!!!)
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Apr 1, 2007 10:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 1, 2007 10:41:36 GMT -5
All the while and unbeknownst to the two arguing in the clinic, Alex was swimming in and out of consciousness on his cot. His body would spasm and shake uncontrollably, but not ot the point where he would have fallen off of the bed. His eyes crazily moved from behind his eyelids.
Battle raged around him in his small cockpit. This was only to be a basic patrol route for his squadron. Sirens wailed in his cockpit as a missile lock sounded. He juked and rolled up and to the right to break the lock. He shook his head, he wasn't worried about himself, but more for his wingmate. She had been separated in the initial ambush and he had not been able to find her since.
He checked his sensors and angled in towards an enemy fighter, letting loose a rain of death upon their flank. The fighter was hit from right to left and quickly exploded into shrapnel. He flew toards the debris hoping his shields would hold and that his tail would shake. The small Republic fighter shot through the dead fighters grave and rocketed in search for his love. He flew high above the elliptical plane of the battle, his tail having caught some shrapnel and was now trying to not spin towards the gravitational force of the planet below, and the pilot searched desparately for his wingmate and lover.
She flew gracefully like a dancer around her opponents and delivered death with a steady hand. Alex notice a duo of fighters angle in towards her and dived to intercept them. As he approached these two his sensors wailed as a large mass came up through the clouds of the planet below and bolts of death rained from it. His unit was halfed in those few seconds. He pulled away hard and inverted to break away from the enemy, juking and sideslipping, but as he inverted he let out a wail of pure loss and agony as he saw his one love's ship disintegrate under the fire of the new arrival.
This wail carried over from his nightmares as he sat bolt upright in his medical bed. The medical instruments pulled from his upper body and arms as he roared a final death. His eyes were crazed and tears flowed freely. He stared straight ahead with one arm outstretched in front of him.
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Apr 1, 2007 23:52:28 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Apr 1, 2007 23:52:28 GMT -5
After following the droid that had taken his Gaffi stick for quite a while, Xaojii had lost the hunk of scrap around a corner a few times, but somehow caught up with him and wound up in front of a huge compound with which Xaojii had no idea what it was used for, but with determination and alien knowledge followed the thing to the front entrance.
Abruptly the droid turned to a small entrance at the side, the door slid open and it wheeled inside. Xaojii realized that he might not be able to get in any other way; he bolted for the entrance before it closed, running the fastest he had in a while and slid throught the service door on his hip, but in the rush lost the droid. The service tunnels were long and seemingly endless and he had no idea where to go. he followed the main path from the entrance until he came to a 4 way intersection in the service shaft, took a left and continued on in the hope that the little machine would be around the next corner.
A few minutes farther and he heard a scream, he had no idea what to think about it, but it sounded horrible, needing, like there was something in it that couldn't be replaced. Xaojii didn't particularly like Outlanders, but he thought no one deserved a fate that might be befalling that person, he scrambled towards the direction of the scream, crawling as fast as he could in the cramped space of the service tunnel until he came up to a small door at the end with a little vent on it, he peered through momentarily, then it opened up; willing him to go through, he had no choice really, so he dived through, into a room with a male Outlander on a cot, a female Outlander, and someone at the main door, holding something in his hand.
((Yup, looks like I caught up, and I'm in that whole between a rock and a really hard place situation))
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Apr 2, 2007 18:35:50 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 2, 2007 18:35:50 GMT -5
Jaj bursted through the door. He was worried when the medic called him, but when he heard the scream he began to worry.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
He yelled. Other 'employees' huddled around the the entrance. Than a loud chuckle echoed through the hall way. The on-lookers stepped back as a large, slimy, obese slug slowly made its way to the door. His chin was encrusted with dirt and crumbs from a meal not to long ago. Jaj quickly made his way to the thing.
"Horda! I'm surprised your here!I would have made prepe-"
Horda cut him off as he made his way into the room. The medic barley had any room to make his way out.
"Ho hoo hooo...What have we here? So these are Armen's friends? Hmm...He has a strange taste."
The Hutt, even though Alex was still in a crazed state, took notice in Emmira. He licked his lips as though he was preparing for dinner. A second dinner mind you.
(I hope Armen gets here soon.)
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Apr 2, 2007 20:23:59 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Apr 2, 2007 20:23:59 GMT -5
(yeah me too, this story is really starting to pick up, especially for me. Note: I am in the room with Emmira and Armen now by way of getting lost looking for my Gaffi)
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Apr 3, 2007 9:26:53 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 3, 2007 9:26:53 GMT -5
The wail ended just as the Hutt entered the room and Alex's arm dropped to his lap to rest with his other. The needles that had been in his arms had torn free and now blood seeped freely from their exit, running in streams down his arm. The crazed look of the man dulled as he stared right through the Hutt and into the distance of space. The tears had stopped, but left his eyes bloodshot. He sat like this for a few moments before his eyes began to focus again, landing on the Hutt. Intelligence entered his eyes once more and he seemed to sober up instantly. He glanced at the still unconscious man to his left and the pretty young lady being sat back down on her cot. He looked the Hutt square in the eyes agian.
Let me guess. The bantha fodder to my right here owes you money and we're collateral. Just fierfek. Would there be any chance I could have some of your hardest liquor you're willing to part with? I need a stiff drink.
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Apr 3, 2007 17:31:56 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 3, 2007 17:31:56 GMT -5
(Don't worry guys, I have a plan to get us out of here.)
Emmira clutched her side and spoke under her breath before shifting away from the Hutt.
"I might have to take you up on that..."
She recoiled from the Hutt. Most everybody did. But her's were other reasons. Reasons she didn't care to think back on. The youth looked around the room and then to Horda.
"Hey, slug, what with all of this, anyway? I mean, really. First you kidnap us, then you waste time putting us in this worthless excuse for a clinic. And now, what? Borrowing some help from a friend on Tatooine?"
She asked, motioning towards the Tusken. Then she motioned to the still unconscious Armen.
"How much did he owe you, anyway? Would have had to have been more than what you spent trying to find him. You don't look that stupid... though you look like you might run a close second..."
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Apr 3, 2007 18:55:42 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 3, 2007 18:55:42 GMT -5
The Hutt remained calm. He ordered two servants to come to him. He whispered something and they were off. Then he whispered something to the medic who was quite fazed. The medic the scurried over to Armen. Then he whispered something to Jaj who got two other goons to follow him. Horda chuckled.
"Come my friends, we must discuss something. Including you Tusken. I don't know how you got caught up in all of this but you obviously have past...relationships with this girl. HO HO HO!"
He continued to laugh as he slid his way slowly down the hall way. His three men grabbed the three and handcuffed them. They then escorted them down the hall following Horda.
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May the Quartz be with you.
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Ain't got time for this. (?°?°??? ???
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Apr 3, 2007 19:31:18 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Apr 3, 2007 19:31:18 GMT -5
((I thought Xaojii was still in the vent...))
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Apr 3, 2007 20:46:03 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 3, 2007 20:46:03 GMT -5
(he is but emmira seemed to notice him. So did I)
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