Lucilius Solo
The True Optimus Prime
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Poe, Doyle, Wells, & Shakespeare Fan
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Knight
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Mar 19, 2009 20:24:58 GMT -5
Post by Lucilius Solo on Mar 19, 2009 20:24:58 GMT -5
Vortigern watched the NHA armor was tested. When it was over, Vortigern nodded approvingly and said "That is a fine piece of work. It will make a fine addition to the Empress Teta armament. Now, perhaps when the armor reaches Empress Teta, you will come and watch my men test it. I assure you of your safety, and if you wish I could transport you there abaord 'The Enchanter'. Anyways, that would be all. And I must take my leave. I will be on Coruscant until tomorrow, if you have any problems with my order, please come find me. I will be in the Cantina until tonight. Anything past that, I will be aboard 'The Enchanter.' Good day Mr. Queyan." and with that, Vortigern stood up and walked out of the office, motioning for his guards to follow him.
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Darksword
Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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We all must face Death in his cold, dark land one day.
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Padawan
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Mar 19, 2009 20:37:16 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on Mar 19, 2009 20:37:16 GMT -5
Nalar nodded, sitting back in his chair and thinking. He finally stood and tapped the intercom on. "Send a message to Mr. Vortigern that I shall be off-planet if he requires my presence. I will be heading back to Kuat. I need to get to work on some new things and can't do them here." A moment later his secretary replied. "Yes sir, Ill alert him to this development." Nalar shut off the intercom, then pushed a button on his console. A side door in the wall opened, showing a small closet like room. Within it is a stand with a vest armor, blaster and holster, and a vibroknife.
He quickly slips the vest, holster, and knife on, then puts his overcoat on, looking like a normal business-man on his way home. He took a deep breath, let it out, then walked towards his office door, opened it, then walked towards the nearest turbolift. He thought to himself, hoping that he could get home as soon as possible. He then concentrated on walking out of the turbolift and getting as quick as he could to his nearby personal hanger where his starfighter awaited him, ready to take him home. 'Hmmm I should be home in a few hours.... That should be pleasant.'
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Darksword
Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
297 posts
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We all must face Death in his cold, dark land one day.
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last online Mar 28, 2016 23:10:08 GMT -5
Padawan
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Mar 20, 2009 21:39:04 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on Mar 20, 2009 21:39:04 GMT -5
OOC: Well..... Ill just continue this.
Several hours later.
Nalar sighed as he set his starfighter down on his personal landing pad outside of GWL's main complex, where his main office and laboratory were located. He flipped the canopy switch, having the Aurek-class strikefighter's canopy open up. He grinned to himself as he slid down the side of the fighter, seeing the pure black surface of the fighter, where he had custom built it and painted it. He shut the canopy then turned and headed towards the main building, quickly entering and heading straight for his office. Upon arriving, he quickly glanced at his desk and confirmed there was nothing requiring his immediate attention, then he turned and headed for his laboratory door.
He typed in the pass-code, then put his eye to the retinal scanner. The door slid open and he walked in, heading towards his main work table and sitting down. He turned in his chair to his computer console and brought up his blueprint files. He started skimming through them, looking for a certain one. He finally stopped at one and brought it up, the file labeled as "NHA-02 Mark I". He scanned over the blueprint, then turned to his work table and pulled his tools towards him. As he did this, Nalar said. "Zedra. Have the materials and parts written down on blueprint for NHA-02 Mark I. I need them in about five minutes." A calm female voice replies. "Yes sir, parts will be there in 3.5 minutes." Nalar sat back down in his chair, thinking, as he waited for the parts to arrive.
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