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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 16, 2010 14:48:59 GMT -5
[from Through a Needle's Eye on Tatooine...]
Cirith An'gol walked into Javyar's Cantina, the Hutt that originally owned it was long dead but, the staff their decided not to change the name because of the popularity of the place, and because most of the long time bounty hunters and mercenaries knew it by that name. Cirith had seen an advertisement for discount weapons, normally this wouldn't have registered long in the Mandalorian's mind but, the signature had caught his attention, at the very bottom of the screen in print that was very small were the initials T.O.. Cirith's curiosity had gotten the best of him then and so he decided to track down this merchant. From the information he'd gathered, the merchant usually sold his wares here, at Javyar's Cantina.
Originally Cirith had tracked a bounty to Taris that had taken to ground, a Bothan slicer that was wanted for pissing off the wrong people. The bounty awarded 20,000 credits alive and only 5,000 dead, so someone really wanted this Bothan, and they wanted him alove so they could teach him a lesson, but Cirith had gotten distracted by the advertisement, so now instead of chasing his rich bounty, he was waiting on a merchant that might or might not be Tor Otani, his childhood friend. To make the time pass quicker, Cirith ordered a drink called Ti'haar, it was a strong drink made from an assortment of fruits. Cirith took off his buy'ce and laid it on the bar counter next to his drink and waited.
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[From Amazing Rance on Alderaan....]
Arwyn at this time was also chasing a bounty, in fact the very same bounty that Cirith was on, but the trail led her to the spaceport on the far side of town. So, she decided to mull the information she had over before creating a ruckus in a heavily guarded space port, and what better place to think things over than a cantina? When she arrived at Javyar's Cantina, the place was abuzz with sports news and the latest winner in the arena.
Then she saw a figure sitting at the bar that she thought she'd hardly ever see again. Her brother. Her big dumb insensitive brother, who had taken their father's ship without even speaking to her about it first, after the dumb ape had got him killed in an alley on Nar Shaddaa. Anger rose quickly in her chest but, she squelched it down, now wasn't the time to relive family disasters anyhow. She was on a job and he wasn't going to deter her.
She took off her helmet, which naturally turned a few heads, and sat down right beside him "Suprise to see you here ner vod" she said clenching her fist and trying not to reach across the two foot space and strangle him right there in front of everyone.
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Post by { Lasky } on Apr 16, 2010 15:42:20 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Location: Javyar's Cantina (Taris) (Note: Prior to the events in New Leader, Familiar Ideals)
"Tell ya what," Tor elaborated with a smile. "I'll give em both to ya for 300."
"Oh, thank you sir! Thank you!" the young mother-of-two exclaimed. "And make sure you look over the manual. Just plug it into your 'pad like so-" he demonstrated as he talked. "-it'll explain everything, from handling and maintenance, to tips on its use and basic survival tactics." Tor handed the woman her purchased goods, their hands brushing gently. He sensed a great sorrow from her; it spoke of a desperate woman who had little to live for except her children. And Tor felt she would do anything for them. They were all she had left. It was all very touching, but she was merely one in millions on Taris with such a tragic life-story. He couldn't right the wrongs for these people, as much as his heart yearned to do so. He put on a reassuring smile, and returned her small wave of goodbye, watching as she took her children by the hand and dove back into the drizzling, gray streets of the city. The blasters had easily been worth 3k a piece, but Tor wasn't really looking to make a profit. He could craft them in his sleep.
Having sold the majority of his inventory, Tor packed the rest back into his travel pack and tipped the bartender for allowing him to sell his wares on the man's property. As usual, the proprietor declined. And as usual, Tor slipped the credits into the fellow's front pocket. He would find it eventually. Ordering a mildly addictive ale that hailed from the planet Ryloth, Tor set out to find a nice quiet corner of the establishment in which he could enjoy his drink and make a few long-range transmissions back to Concord Dawn to check on the status of certain events. It seemed his people were in need of a new Mand'alor - Solus'ad, legend and liberator, had passed away, earning himself the highest honor by dying in battle. Tor cracked his neck and took a deep breath to clear his mind.
And that's when he noticed a pair of his old friends.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 18, 2010 21:59:01 GMT -5
Cirith cracked an eyebrow in curiosity and looked to the person adressing him. His eyebrows went even further up at the identity of the person "Arwyn?! Me'copaani?" ((Literally: What do you want? What would you like?)) although his sister concealed her features inside her maroon and black helmet, he could tell she was not happy to see him. He could hardly blame her though.
"Ni oya'karir all baar. Me'copaani?" Arywn said ((Almost literally: I was chasing a body. What are you doing here?)) taking a seat next to him, her tone cold with anger as she unclasped her helmet and took it off, then shaking her fiery hair free of her scalp.
Cirith mentally wished that his little sister would leave, just seeing her again made the guilt he felt, over their father's death, even stronger. He also wished that she wouldn't hate him as much as she did. He had done what was necessary, and their father had died in battle, the ultimate honor for a Mandalorian. It was an honor wasn't it? Cirith honestly couldn't answer that question, his emotions were still too strong. He needed a nuetral third party but, there wasn't anyone around that he'd trust with the information. Cirith sighed and looked at his sister's aggrivated features "I was tracking a bounty also but, I got side tracked by an advertisement for discount weapons, with the signature T.O. I thought it might be our old friend Tor'ika. So, I decided to stop here and wait to see if it was him."
"Yeah, I thought as much. You wouldn't be caught dead in the same area as me otherwise" Arwyn said emphasizing the word "dead" drastically. Some of the patrons near them looked over at hearing their conversation, a mixture of fear and suprise crossed their faces before they slowly moved away. Cirith noticed about the same time he felt a renewed pang of guilt at Arwyn's words. "Arwyn...I" Cirith began, trying to explain but, she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"No! How could you? How could you not feel anything when you let dad get killed by nothing more than common thugs?! He was better than that!! What'd you do?! Shove him into the blaster fire!" Arwyn practically exploded, silencing the whole cantina as a result of her outburst. "I didn't let dad die! I thought that he had dived for cover like I did!" Cirith slammed his fist into the counter as he yelled back in a guilty rage. Arwyn recoiled slightly from Cirith's outburst but, it only made her angrier a moment later.
"Well, you sure showed your grief! You took off a day after the funeral without even one word of remorse to me! Then on top of that, you took dad's ship!! Also without talking to me!! I spent more time with dad than you did!! You were always too busy training to actually get to know the man he was! I spent years with dad! He trained me to fly the Sabre!! That ship should've gone to me!! Arwyn said as she stood up, tears spilling from her eyes. Cirith looked down at the floor, shocked into silence. He couldn't refute her words and the truth was, he did see his actions as cold and rutheless, which he never had intended.
He'd been hurting, he'd lost his father just as he was coming into true adulthood. He'd just been putting his training into action when the fight with the thugs broke out. His instincts had told him to take cover and he'd done so, his force sensitivity had enhanced his speed without his knowledge at the time. "I'm sorry Arwyn. I'd never meant to hurt you. You have to understand. I was and am still hurting inside. I needed to get away from home and clear my head" Cirith said solemnly, his eyes still on the floor in shame. "Did you ever consider that me and buir were hurting too?! No! You didn't!! Why? Because all you care about is you!! Arwyn shrieked as she punched Cirith straight in the jaw, hammering him to the floor with a single well aimed punch. Cirith was caught completely by suprise. The impact threw him from the stool he was sitting on and slid him about two feet across the floor.
The patrons in the bar wisely gave the two Mandalorians a wide birth, at seeing a 6 foot tall girl drop a man that outweighed her by about 50 pounds in heavy armor, some even going as far as leaving the establishment entirely.
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Apr 24, 2010 12:15:48 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Apr 24, 2010 12:15:48 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Location: Javyar's Cantina (Taris)
Having heard enough and sensing a lull in their... conversation, Tor stepped up, took off his buy'ce, and set his drink down on the table. He quickly snatched it up again out of reflex however, as Arwyn decided to introduce her brother to the floor moments later. Tor downed the rest of his drink, gave an aggravated sigh, and charged in, placing himself between the An'Gol siblings.
"Haar'chak vode! Gev!" he snapped, his golden-green eyes narrowed in fierce annoyance. For added measure, the half-Zeltron brought his pheromones and empathic powers to bear, all for the purpose of stopping the two of them from further violence. He could feel Orar'ika looking over his shoulder, giving his words added weight, for Orar'ika could be very persuasive when he needed to be. Two minds in one body, the sandy-haired Mando'ade hauled Cirith to his feet; which was no mean feat, considering the man dwarfed him in size when encased in his heavy armor. Orar'ika turned vicious eyes upon Arwyn, his commanding stare saying quite bluntly: don't try it, or you'll regret it. And while he didn't usually care for too much other than enjoying any opportunity he got to blast something out of existence, he knew Tor was sick of playing peace-keeper for these two. Orar'ika was simply tired of hearing about it.
Tor resurfaced, breaking the tense silence that hung in the air. "You wanna rough somethin' up huh? Then come with me." It wasn't an invitation. Still radiating with annoyance, Tor donned his helm, giving Cir'ika a gruff shove in the direction of the door. He waited a second to make sure his old friend was moving in the right direction before he started to follow suit. After taking a few steps, the Otani's gold-trimmed T-visor swiveled back around to face Ar'ika. He jerked a thumb behind him.
"Shift it." he said.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 1, 2010 15:21:06 GMT -5
Cirith looked at his friend Tor, suprise etched on his face as his smaller Mandalorian comrade hauled him bodily to his feet, no easy feat considering he nearly dwarfed his friend in his heavy armor, which he wore all the time. He stumbled a little as his friend continued to show his annoyance, at both him and his sister, by shoving him towards the cantina's door. Knowing that Tor had another personality called Orar'ika, that enhanced Tor's strength a little and made him nearly invulnerable to Force attacks, Cirith decided not to push his luck and started toward the door after grabbing his helmet. He knew most likely that Tor himself was back in control, because as far as he knew Orar'ika didn't talk. He gave Arwyn a cautionary look, and rubbed his chin where she had struck him, before.
Arwyn saw the look Cirith gave her and it said don't push him, do as he says. Though still seething with rage, she obeyed, though she had to admit to liking this new side of Tor Otani. Arwyn grabbed her helmet and stuffed it in the crux of her arm, the image of her suprised brother as Tor hauled him up bodily etching a small half smile on her face. "So, where are we going al'verde?" she said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him playfully.
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Jun 2, 2010 16:01:22 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Jun 2, 2010 16:01:22 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Loc: City of Taris (Upper Levels)
"Right over here," Tor replied, his spirits starting to lift again. He led them to a holonet interface module built into the side of a light-pole, a common enough sight in the galaxy. He sifted through local news channel headlines until he found the public announcement he had read earlier. "Just a sec..." he muttered. Scanning the page with his helmet systems, Tor packaged up the information they needed from it and sent copies to both Cirith and Arwyn. It would be showing up on their HUDs at any moment. "Ladies and gents, we're goin' zombie huntin'!" he said triumphantly.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jun 2, 2010 16:34:10 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 2, 2010 16:34:10 GMT -5
~Bleep!~
The information Tor was looking for popped up on Cirith's red HUD, he looked it over once he put his buy'ce on his head and absently began rubbing his helmet's chin. He remembered on his flight into Taris' atmosphere seeing the scars that still clung to the planet, and he remembered grimacing. There was still alot of damage left from the bombardment Malak had unleashed on the planet all those years ago. The repairs had been slow, obviously. Probably due to funds Cirith thought as he continued reading the information on his screen. Cirith finally got to the main attraction that Tor had been so excited about "500 creds per Rakgoul head? Is this for real?"
The Mandalorians eyes widened in suprised excitement. Killing just 10 Rakgouls would give us 5 grand each! That's enough to buy a decent ship with, or some very good upgrades to the weapon systems and AI unit. I could pay off my droid in one payment to Hsi on Tatooine Cirith thought as he did the math. He looked to his sister and behind her own helmet she met his eyes. Then Arwyn looked to Tor and said "Adventure, honor gained and a nice monitary bonus? Well, what are we waiting for?"
"My sentiments exactly vode. We'd better gather supplies first though, from what I hear just letting a Rakgoul touch you carries the risk of infection" Cirith said though he was just as excited as his sister "Tor you know the place better than us, you lead. Kandosii ner'vod. Kandosii!"
((OOC: Kandosii means basically: yeah alright! Good job, or awesome, a general term of excitement.))
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Jun 3, 2010 13:07:55 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Jun 3, 2010 13:07:55 GMT -5
((OOC: Lawlz Cir'ika, I know what kandosii means. xD))
Character: Tor Otani Loc: City of Taris (Upper Levels)
Tor's grin broadened behind his T-visor. "Always itching for more kit, eh ner vod?" he teased. He waved his comrades on "I've got just the stuff. Oya!" The giddy Mando took off towards an empty lot that now served as a parking lot of sorts. The highly-modified Ministry class shuttle Tor's father (Jahn'buir, as Tor would call him) had gifted him was visible from Javyar's Cantina, only a few minutes of a brisk walk away. Three hundred years ago Taris was a city-planet, comparable in some ways to Coruscant; but now the planet was little more than a collection of ruins and a few die-hards like Javyar who refused to relocate. Foliage had overgrown nearly everything, and some layers of the old city would remind you of the immense forests of Kashyyyk, if you'd ever been there.
Tor extended his steps, weaving a path through a particularly thick batch of vines stretching across the surface of the lot. "Ah, here we are..." The half-Zeltron accessed his shuttle's security systems through his HUD, deactivating the force field and unlocking the rear hatch from just over twenty feet away, his ship responding with an oddly familiar beep, beep.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jun 4, 2010 16:48:41 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 4, 2010 16:48:41 GMT -5
((OOC: Yeah, I know but, just in case someone besides us is following this thread I thought I'd put up some of the definitions of Mando'a, lol. )) Cirith and Arwyn followed behind Tor as he led them to his shuttle craft as he told the siblings that he had everything in order already. Cirith briefly wondered if Tor had planned this little adventure but, quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. I'm the one that's force sensitive after all Cirith quipped in the confines of his head. He pushed past the vines and came to stand before Tor's shuttle. He looked to Arwyn as Tor shut down the security defenses and opened the rear hatch "Ladies first" he said with a mischievous grin that couldn't be seen behind his donned helmet. Arwyn simply looked at him and said "Copaani mirshmure'cye, ner vod?" before clenching her fists and slowly stalking towards her older brother. A quick glance at Tor though, sub-fused her and she shoved past Cirith to walk into the shuttle. Cirith looked to Tor then and shook his head "This is gonna be a long adventure" before stepping into the shuttle himself.
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Post by Foxfire on Aug 4, 2010 20:30:02 GMT -5
The ship Dark Matter popped out of space into the orbit of Taris.
Taris next stop hell.
Reina had never like dangerous jobs before and she did not like this one either that is why she would stay in oribt for a quick retreival. If they needed it though she doubted it. A Jedi and a gun happy droid will make easy work for anything that was down planet side.
The group, yes group, mind you, for they would never call themselves a crew. They all had motives for being here. Mal Konti, Jeid healer to quell the plague. Ryver/Taym to serve and destroy all that stood in the way. Finally Reina ..... because she had nothing better to do at the moment.
Find an area to the lower steeps that is probably where we should start looking for the plague.
Reina turned the ship and smoothly came to a rest on a flat area. She waited to open the ship's doors until both the hutt and the droid was ready. Quickly opening the hatch and closing it nearly before Mal was fully off showed her nervousness and dilike to danger. She said her good byes and went to orbit leaving The hutt and the droid to fend for themselves.
Mal streched out his feeling into the force to find the first traces of the mutation, the abberration. Find not but some minor creatures native to Taris. They then slowly moved on to find a way deeper into the depths of Taris.
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Aug 6, 2010 12:49:14 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Aug 6, 2010 12:49:14 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Loc: City of Taris (Upper Levels)
"This is gonna be a long adventure."
Tor smiled at his friend's words, glad that the An'gols had dropped their emotional baggage for the time being and resumed a more normal sibling rivalry. He stood to the side to allow his fellows room to enter the shuttle and view the contents of the weapons-locker. Tor knew Cir'ika would be drooling over the heavy-repeater he had brought with him, a model he and his brother Wookiee had just completed, and so he took the weapon down from its perch. Tor felt his muscles protest as he did so, and he widened his stance to compensate for the thing's weight. "Kandosii, eh ner vode?" he said, sweeping the matte-black repeater from side to side as if he was firing it.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Aug 9, 2010 22:01:24 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Aug 9, 2010 22:01:24 GMT -5
((OOC:Sorry for the short post, will add more later))
Arwyn entered the shuttle behind Tor and smiled as the little Mando, hefted a matte-black heavy repeater off it's perch "Shiny Tor'ika" she said as she watched him widen his stance to acommadate the weapons weight. She miled and jabbed at Tor playfully, and hard enough to unbalance him but, not hurt him.
Cirith though was drooling in his helmet like a gizka over a piece of cake "Kandosii indeed Tor'ika. Can I hold it?" he rubbed his hands together and wiggled his fingers as if he was afraid of touching such a gem "How much do you want for it? You are selling it right? You're not just pulling my chain and making me jealous are you ner vod?"
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Post by Anna on Sept 12, 2010 16:29:23 GMT -5
Rafael was always looking for a quick way to make some cash. Whether it was dangerous or not, he really couldn't care; in fact this was the best deal he had seen in a while. If he cleared out a nest of Rakghouls, he could easily make a good 10k. So he had came down to Taris on a shuttle, wearing his shiny new armor excluding his leg plates, which were so ridiculously heavy that he wasn't going to go walking around normally wearing them, instead he wore shell spidersilk leggings, and would strap on the leg plates once he entered Taris.
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Post by { Lasky } on Sept 17, 2010 15:39:11 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Loc: City of Taris (Upper Levels)
Tor grinned from ear to ear. "You should know better than to give me ideas like that, ner vod." The fair-haired Mando passed the heavy repeater to Cirith, giving Arwyn a knowing look. "Tell ya what, test drive this baby for me and you can pay me back with a few Rakghoul heads if you wanna keep her. Oh, and make sure to let me know if the grenade attachment feels a little shaky." he said, tapping the barrel on the underside of the repeater's many faceted spout.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Sept 18, 2010 0:31:15 GMT -5
Cirith hefted the matte black Heavy Repeater with relative ease smiling broadly from behind his helmet. "You should know better than to give me ideas like that, ner vod" Tor said with obvious amusement after giving Arwyn a knowing look. Cirith didn't respond, he was too busy enjoying the craftsmanship and feel of the large automatic weapon.
Arwyn just shook her head "You shouldn't even bother trying to talk to him now. He's too busy drooling. Not that I blame him, you have some nice kit in here Tor'ika." She placed her hands behind her back and asked in a low, almost seductive voice "So, got anything for me? Wrist rockets? Heavy Repeaters? Grenades?" She smiled as an excitement built in her eyes at the thought of adding to her armory.
"I'll pay for it all ofcourse. I'm really hoping you have some wrist rockets though but, if not I'll always take a HRB" she said as an after thought, as if she was shopping for groceries. Ofcourse, with Arwyn, you never truly knew.
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Post by { Lasky } on Sept 20, 2010 15:33:28 GMT -5
Character: Tor Otani Loc: City of Taris (Upper Levels)
Tor snickered at Arwyn's comment, visualizing the drool pooling at the bottom of her brother's helmet. He beamed and nodded rather immodestly in agreement with her compliment and then put a hand to his chin in contemplation of her question.
"Hmm, well... I'm all out of HRs. This one took long enough to make as it is," he said, tapping the heavy repeater's sleek black chassis once again. His brow lowered as he whispered conspiratorially: "Rockets and grenades you say? Today's your lucky day missy." The Mando's green eyes seemed to sparkle as he waved the scarlet-haired woman over to a supply locker specially reinforced for transporting explosives. "These should do the trick, elek?"
After letting Arwyn help herself to a selection of wrist-mounted rockets and grenades, Tor checked over his armor, strapping extra ammo and other needed supplies to his belt, chest and leg straps, and in his many pouches. Finally he pulled on a large backpack to hold their trophies, checked his shuttle's exterior cameras, and ushered his comrades to their seats as he powered up the shuttle so they could get closer to their destination in the lower levels before heading out on foot.
"Oya ner vode!" Tor cried, pumping a fist in the air.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Post by Cirith An'Gol on Oct 6, 2010 17:04:50 GMT -5
When Tor opened up the heavily reinforced locker, Arwyn literally jumped in surprise. He had alot of explosives in there! Everything from the casual grenades to wrist mounted rockets, which was exactly was she was looking for. Arwyn quickly grabbed up two wrist gauntlets with rocket attachments and 10 rockets, two of which she loaded onto her gauntlet.
"Tor'ika, you sure know how to make a girl smile. I'll be sure and give you two Rakghoul heads for these babies" Arwyn said as she stashed the other explosives, and set up a targeting recticle that reacted to her new weaponry in her HUD. She heard Tor's order to get ready to move out and to find a seat, so she walked to one of the side seats in the shuttle and sat down.
Cirith smiled as he walked over to the co-pilot's seat in the shuttle's cockpit with his shiny black Heavy Repeater. He set the large weapon down beside the seat and sat down to go over the pre-flight checks. This was going to be a good hunt indeed! He looked to Tor as he looked over the co-pilot's console briefly and then began the pre-flight checks. "Alright Tor, lead the way. Let's hunt some Rakghouls. Oya!!"
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Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 16, 2010 2:23:22 GMT -5
(I has been allowed to join by Cirith)
Meanwhile...
Nikki tucked away under some debris as she waited for a pair of Rakghouls to pass her by. She had been down here for hours hunting a Rancor that had been turned loose. The beast in question had been imported by a certain mob boss, and had been intended to clean up the undercity of some of the current gang related residents. Unfortunatly the beast went rogue, and began terrorizing everything within the immediate area. Normally this would not draw a contract to have the beast disposed of, as local authoities would deal with it. In this circumstance however the Rancor was marked with a barcode, one that could be traced back to the mob boss in peticular. Thus Nikki was hired to dispose of the beast and cut the barcode from its hide.
What she had not been told of the job was that the area where the beast had last been seen was overly infested with Ghouls. No doubt it had come here to feed on the creatures. Another thing Nikki had not been informed of was that the Rancor itself had recently contracted the Rakghoul Virus, and had since mutated in its own way to a much more dangerous creature. Unfortunatly there was no way to know that the Rancor could even contract the Virus, let alone be made more dangerous.
Nikki had been following its tracks, taking note of their incredible size. From the look of it this Rancor had grown to nearly 13 meters tall, which was abnormally huge for these animals. She had also noted the distance of of each track indicating that the animal was moving at speeds not normal for the avearge Rancor. It was at that point that she had encountered her first ghoul. The animal was smaller than the average probably as it was still infantile, but that did not make it any less dangerous. She disposed of it quickly with a shard thrust of her spear.
The smell of the creatures blood had unfortunatly drawn the attention of dozens of other nearby Ghouls and Nikki was quickly forced to abandon her search for the time being in order to escape being torn apart. Given her natural athletisism, and endurance she was easily able to narowly escape the persuing ghouls. Unfortunatly she was now stuck hiding under debris with limited ammunition and a small army of beasts searching to destroy her. This had turned out to be a wonderful mission after all.
((OOC So when yall get to the undercity yall can run into Nikki))
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{ Lasky }
Tal's Half-Vampy Slave: Complete With Buckled Boots
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"The Force shall free me..."
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Nov 17, 2010 15:46:26 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Nov 17, 2010 15:46:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Welcome Miri!))
Character: Tor Otani Location: Taris, heading into the undercity
Tor flicked through the music files stored on his HUD, looking for something to get him 'in the zone' for the ensuing hunt. Tor pulled up on the steering column just as he found the perfect tune, lifting the Ministry class shuttle into the air. The small craft swung lazily to the left under the young Mandalorian's guidance, swooping gracefully into a downwards arc. Tor had never faced a rakghoul before, but he was feeling confident. Eeeasy money. It's a wonder every merc in the galaxy hasn't shown up to get a piece of this. These Ghouls can't be that bad, can they?
Turning his head to the right, Tor looked over at his friend Cirith, who was still drooling over the souped-up Heavy Repeater. Grinning, he then turned to look over his shoulder at Arwyn. "You ever kill a rakghoul before?" he asked.
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Foxfire
Hairless Wookiee
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Alive but not truly living
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Nov 17, 2010 20:51:45 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Nov 17, 2010 20:51:45 GMT -5
Mal and Ryver/Taym searched the level they were on and then moved down another level. They encountered few infected ones and dispatched with them, not to Mal's liking. He hated to see life end but he knew to that what they had became was not living any longer.
At the bottom of the set of ramps and steps they found a grotto with a very nice and very large fountain burbling and gurgling quietly with no infected ones around it. So Mal went over to the pool and tested the water only to find it contaminated with the ghoul disease. This though gave him an idea of how to fight the infection.
Mal had looked up much on the ghoul disease and found many different way to spread and use the anti-virus. Many tried by mist, by med-grenades and even spraying bots made for agri-crops. He even found the unpleasant ways many dealt with the ghouls, burning, scorching the ground or planet till only the uninfected were alive or almost alive. Mal thought he would make that Plan B if all else failed. But as for now he would try some thing new.
Antidotes were often mass produced in the lab, but what if you could bring the lab to the ghouls. Mal had the water and plenty from what he could tell. All he needed was the 'Makers'. Nanos, the bots that just won't quit. The nanos would harvest the ghoul disease with in the fountain and turn them toward working for Mal and all those living. Water was every where from what little he could see and the infected would either walk through it or drink it. Either way the infected would eventually come in contact with the antidote.
Mal's problem was having enough Nanos to turn the endless tide of ghouls. So Mal opened a case where he stored a Nano-factory and a Wi-Fi lab case for the fountain to strike the two problems with one blow. The nano factory would make the nanos and the lab would program them to deal with the initial infection and give an almost endless supply of antidote. The only problem would be that it would take 36 hours for the fountain to become anti-ghoul water and another two or more weeks to reach all levels.
Taym speaking........You know sir, .... That you are going to need to find at lest twenty for to have the affect you are desiring.
Mal with head down near fountain.........in low tone.....Yes. .... That I do, and if you will help me as we go along this might have a measure of success.
Ryver speaking sarcasticly..........Hmm....... Never heard a Jedi speak in uncertainties before. Must be some thing wrong with this one.
Nothing is wrong Ryver. You just have not came by the Healing rooms when you were searching the Temple last........Looking back at them......I maybe a Jedi but I do pay attention to who walks the back hallways of the temple and does what there as well......Holding up a handDon't worry I searched what you were out long ago and knew your makers Taym. So thus in turn I know a little of you. As for you Ryver not all things needed killing.
Ryver points a M-61 past Mal..........What of that?
Mal turned his head back and saw a jelly creature coming from the far side of the fountain, then one nearer. Mal stretched out in the force and found them being Ghoul infection globules. The infection in the magnified and purest form. Mal retreated from the fountain not concerned about his equipment for it must have already started to work on the pooled water driving the infected out and away.
With eyes wide....Well that's another matter altogether and bullets won't hurt them.
That's why we brought this.......
At that Ryver removed a napalm torch and fixed it on to their back and started to burn the globules into nothingness.
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