26 (edited by Villimar Wednesday, January 24, 2007 9:42 pm)

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Territ had to gaurd Shion's back while she faught the jedi master. He was wearing down and getting tired fast, he spent to much time travling in a tank and not walking. He did a quick jab into a republic trooper but the repbulic trooper got a stab into Territ's leg, Mandolorain troopers were taking over the much weaker Republic troopers. Soon the only battle was the jedi and Shion fight in a ring of Mandolorains cheering on Shion.

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

27 (edited by Gojan Fett Thursday, January 25, 2007 10:27 am)

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One by one they had all fallen.

Except for Padawan Faux.

The Mandalorians were all around her in a loud and noisy ring waving their weapons and cheering, with one of their best fighters in front her--the one they called Shion.

The fourteen year old stood firm, her watering eyes as fierce and deadly as her matching lightsaber. Her face was dirty and her cloak in shreds. The padawan had fought and held her own in the battle, and she wasn't going to give up now...or ever.

"Come fight me, Mando!" Faux yelled at the top of her lungs. Her body was shaking, but her voice did not. Then she asked with a sudden smile, "Unless, of course, you've all decided to surrender?"

"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who

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Shion heard the girl's challenge. Green... very green.

She shoved off the Twi'lek master, stepped away from Territ, and gutted the Jedi from chest to groin for the girl to see. Her helmet turned, the T-shaped visor fixing on her like the crosshairs of her rifle, and with the same intent. She wondered... what would she do, seeing her master slaughtered so? Just what were Jettise children made of?

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

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Territ put a hand on Shion's shoulder. "Give it a rest Shion" Suddenly a clapping noise was heard from the group and Maladore himself walked out from the group.

"Very well done Shion." Maladore said to Shion. Every Mando in the area bowed their heads to Maladore. Maladore the walked up to the jedi girl. "Surreneder Jedi your forces are lost, there is no reason to spill more blood this day."

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

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Shion glared out of her visor, her tan-and-green armor splattered with the blood of her enemy. She stood firmly behind Mandalore, still staring down the girl. "I've been challenged," she said to him sharply. "She's an adult in our years. Our laws can't protect her." For Mandalore had been there at her first battle, had seen her stand where the Jedi stood now. The only difference was that Shion had beat the Mandalorian she challenged.

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

31 (edited by Lord Revan Thursday, January 25, 2007 1:28 pm)

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HK-47 is not a god character. Can I be him? Please? I won't be cheap. I promise. You said you wanted to see a little bit of everything. Please?

"This IS my signature."

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...I'd much prefer an original character. But okay, HK it is. I seem to recall that he worked for a Mandalorian anyway? This could be the start of it.

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

33 (edited by Lord Revan Sunday, February 4, 2007 9:33 pm)

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Name: HK-47
Alliance: Revan
Occupation: Revan's personal Assassin droid
Weapons: Heavy, Long Range Aratech Sniper Rifle with Tri-light scope, Duel Mandalorian Heavy Pistols. (Taken from previous target)
Armor: Droid Heavy plating Type 3
Special: Droid Concealed Flamethrower, Grappling Launcher

History: Recently custom-built by Revan, upon meeting Revan's aprentice, Malak asked what HK-47 thought of him, HK informed him of his meatbag status. Malak was unimpressed, but Revan thought the reference was humorous, he programmed HK-47 to continue using that reference. It drove Malak to extreme lengths of frustration. HK-47 now refers all organics as "meatbags", with the exeption of Revan, wich he calls "master".

"This IS my signature."

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Faux forced her eyes to stay open, to never take her eyes off the enemy for even a moment of intense shock and pain. Trying to hold her shaking hands still, and the tears from spilling in her eyes she kept her lightsaber extended, waiting for any attack from any side.  She looked up at Mandalore and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, "What? The Mandalorians have gorged on enough blood already?!"

"If you let me live," Her eyes went cold, and her voice trembled ever so slightly, "I will not stop trying to fight you."

"For them..." She nodded her head toward the field of dead.

"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who

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Mandalore looked at Faux."Well let you live." Mandalore said

Territ gave a sigh of relife as the girl was let to live. He looked at her, she was to young to die today. Territ walked away with Shion to the base.

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

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Shion laughed. "Look how she cries. It takes more than words to make you a warrior, little Jettise." She looked again to Mandalore, just waiting for him to give the word.

(Okay, get HK and anyone else in the Battle of Dxun ready. I'm about to drop the first plot bomb.)

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

37 (edited by Lord Revan Thursday, January 25, 2007 6:10 pm)

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"Statment: HK-47 is ready and waiting, MandoGirl."

"This IS my signature."

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If being a warrior means being anything like you, then I'll pass.

Faux let herself cry freely and wiped the tears from her face with her loose sleeve. She deactivated her lightsaber and stepped slowly toward Mandalore, and held it out to the tall, intimidating warrior...with the lethal end facing him.

Shion's eyes went wide when she finally saw through the trickery and hit away the Jedi weapon as the girl activated it. The green blade slashed harmlessly across Mandalore's chestplate and left only a long black scar. Shion turned and kicked at the girl and sent her flying back to the dirt.

"Nice try." Shion stood over her threatningly.

The force-sensitive child looked up at her with laughing eyes.

Where the lightsaber had fallen harmlessly to the ground, it suddenly flew into the air and activated once more. Shion whirled around helplessly, knowing she could never reach it in time. Mandalore smoothly twisted to the side and slashed with one of his blades through the handle of the lightsaber and the weapon shattered in a burst of green flame and parts.

Mandalore looked down at the girl through the dark gaze of his T-shaped visor, "Faster next time."

Now on her hands and knees, Faux was unable to meet his gaze and looked away, seething in silent fury.

"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who

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Once Mandalore made for the base, Shion took her role once more. "Gather the survivors," she barked out to the rest of the Mandalorians. "Heal their wounded, make sure they're ready to move as quickly as possible."

She stepped sharply on Faux's hand as she scrambled for the shattered remains of her lightsaber, then grabbed her and hauled her along the trail by the collar of her robes. "We Mandalorians don't kill our prisoners," she said, the sentence more ominous to Jedi ears.

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

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Territ picked up his rifle and strung it on his back. He found a republic soldier that was alive but wounded beyond repair. Territ put a hand on the trooper's shoulder. "It wont hurt" Territ pulled out a needle and put a lethal ingection that's ment for Captured Mandolorian's into the republic trooper. The trooper drifted off into a forever sleep. He ran to catch up with Shion and the rest.

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

41 (edited by Lord Revan Wednesday, February 28, 2007 1:58 pm)

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"Statment: HK-47 is ready to serve, master."
"What do you think, Malak?" Revan asked.
"Interesting." Malak replied.
"Wach this....What do you think of me, HK?" Revan asked .
"Answer: Oh master, you are the very reason for my existance, therefore, I shall serve you as you programmed me."
"Now you try." Revan told Malak.
"What do you think of me?" Malak asked HK.
"Answer: Hmm, I would classify you as a meatbag."
"Hm." Malak took it as an insult.
"You don't seem to impressed." Revan said.
"No." Malak replied as he walked away.
"I find it rather......amusing......HK, let me access your behavior core." Revan said.
"Statment: As you desire."
"There, done. Now, tell me you think of that trooper over there?" Revan asked.
"Statment: He is a meatbag, master."
"Hm, Perfect....HK, I have a new mission for you. The Mandalorians have captured a young Jedi padawan, along with a group of republic soldiers. I want you to kill their captors, just make sure the Jedi survives. I have plans for her."
"Statement: As you desire, master. I cannot wait to engage in some unadulterated violence."
"Yes, that is most amusing." Revan said.

"This IS my signature."

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Faux tried to pull away from Shion, but the Mandalorian easily over powered her. The Padawan talked up at her, struggling to keep up with her quick pace to keep from being dragged, "Sure you don't kill prisoners, you try to keep it to just starting the wars."

The young force-sensitive had tried to grab at what was left of the green crystal of her lightsaber but the...Shion Demon had crushed her hand heartlessly, and now it bled freely from the shards of crystal stuck inside it. Faux couldn't feel the pain over her anger, and her extreme guilt from simply feeling that forbidden emotion.

"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who

43 (edited by Lord Revan Wednesday, February 28, 2007 2:01 pm)

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HK-47 snuck into a troop dropship's cargo hold as Revan's capitol ship entered the Onderon system.
"Everyone get ready!" the pilot yelled, as they got closer to Dxun.
"Here we go!" He yelled as the shuttle took off. They were met by heavy ressistance, taking hit after hit.
They were in the atmosphere. POOM! The dropship's wing was blown off by a mando field gun.
"We're Goin' Down!" The pilot screamed in a panic. THOOM! the small ship slammed into the ground.
"Go! Out! Out! Out!" the pilot yelled. "They'll be here any second, lay low." The Republic Team leader said.
HK exited the smashed ship undetected, and examined the area.
"Observation: Hmm, It seems that I need to find an elevated position to set up a sharpshooting position to terminate these "Mando" meatbags. There, that spot is sufficient." HK ventured up a small rock outcropping, still avoiding the Republic troops, and set up a sniping position.
"Anticipation: Ooo, I cannot wait to blast the unaware meatbags that come to fight those poor troops. Pitty they won't be able to engage me in personal combat, I would most enjoy it." HK sat and waited for his Mando prey.


(The reasons HK cannot be seen is because he is highly illegal, and also, this is a covert op mission, the Republic is unaware that he even exists.)

"This IS my signature."

44 (edited by Villimar Saturday, January 27, 2007 10:29 am)

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Territ pulled out a small kolto pack and put it on Faux's hand. "Keep it on there or your hand will only worsen." Territ followed them to the main base and he went threw the painful process of getting a new tank. He finally got one and he got in it. The Mandoliran army marched, many mandos sat on the flat parts of the tanks. Mandalore walked with Shoin and the jedi near him, Territ's tank was right behind them.

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

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((They don't have bacta yet. They have kolto, from Manaan))

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

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Shion pulled off her helmet, face sweating slightly from the battle just before. She turned ot where the Jettise marched beside her, distrustful. The other Jedi wad been split up as well, though the common soldiers were allowed to march in a group. Their leaders were away, leaving them demoralized. "We don't kill our prisoners," she repeated. "They become Mandalorians. You were strong enough to fight us, strong enough to survive... we respect that. So we'll take care of you.

"Tell me," she continued. "How many of us did you kill?"

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

47 (edited by Lord Revan Saturday, January 27, 2007 3:52 pm)

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(I changed my post above, It seemed to fit the storyline better.)

"This IS my signature."

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((Changed it to Kolto))
Territ always had one of his small guns on the jedi girl. The tank slowly moved with the large mandalorian army. They recived little trouble from any of the captives along the way, besides the one that tried to run. Territ took his eyes off the jedi girl and looked at Shion. He then remembered what they were doing and he turned his eyes back to the girl, making sure she didnt do anything funny.

((This is what my tank looks like: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images … derous.jpg ))

Cover ears! Big Boom Boom coming.-Tek

49 (edited by MandoGirl Saturday, January 27, 2007 11:37 am)

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HK needs to get to the surface. Once all the players are in the same place we can drop the plot bomb. The intention is for this to turn into an adventure, with a main plot and the characters creating their own sub-plots and everything. But first I need all the people.

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"

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"Not Enough." Faux commented quietly, still staring at the kolto patch on her injured hand that she held protectively to her chest.

The killing part of war had been strangely easy. The Mandalorians wore helmets. That helped. She didn't have to see their faces when they died. She might as well have been carving through training droids. The truly difficult part had been watching...when...the padawan cringed and watched the horrifying scenes as countless others fell...and simply...stopped moving...if they were lucky. Faux forced herself to exhale slowly.

"What are you going to do with us?" Faux tried to hide her plotting eyes from the Mandalorian next to her, and listened to the sound of the enormous tank following closely behind.

"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who