Re: RPG: The Will Of The Emporer (space marines vs clones)
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(Let me know If this isn't okay. I'll assume this is during the Clone Wars. yes?)
Name: Raj'el Vhett, Alpha-89
Rank: Deserter, Mercenary
Armor:Blood red and sand stained white
WOC: Mandalorian Disruptor, Ion upgrade
WOC2: Echani Vibrosword, Cortosis Weave, Ionite Edge
Secondary weapon: Standard Issue Commando DC-17m pistol
(I won't post any actions until It's approved. I figure this is exactly the kind of twist it needs.)
( I wasn't sure if the Character was in regs, so to speak. He's a little out there. He's got no Idea where he is, only that he's follwing the Unyielding. The trail dead ends here.)
:An old Miy'til starfighter appears in space above the canyon, picking up the trail of the Unyeilding. There was no out-system hyperspace trail, only repulsor exhaust leading to the surface. He put down on the shelf above the canyon, carrying his weapons with him as he exited his craft. He would watch from above until he found signs of life.:
I will don't worry.
Zaal looks at the probe, and triggers his jump pack, refusing to run from a probe. He fires a shot from his bolter while still in the air and destroys it. He lands on the plataue and grins, replacing his helmet, he voxes Thours "The probe has been destroyed but your advice is very sound, we must move and find the source of this, I can scout the high ground and cover you"
Shadow was victorous over his enemy. Shooting him twice to make shure he was dead, he then decided to look for survivors abord this aparent ghost ship. searching through the empty corridors he suddenly heard gun fire, he ran at a sprint towards the sound.....
Armor:White with black oil stains from head to wast.
Weapon:E-11/wirst blade and other gismoses.
Fixer woke. 'Damn' he thought, 'I fell a sleep again.' Fixer stood up, blaster fell to the floor. SPASH! 'What the-' he thought. Then he heard foot steps. "Stop!" he belowed. To late he had some one on top of him. "Shadow, stop" Fixer yelled. The beating stoped.
"Fixer is that you?" asked a voice.
Shadow running at top speed had sliped on a oily piece of floor and sliped...right on top of a clone, cover head to toe with oil. Fixer is that you? he asked.
Hmm..sorry Fixer. He helped Fixer too his feet and said: Dont you hear those blaster shots? Comon, we got to help!
"Yes," said Fixer. He pick up his rifle. "Damn it," he said, "my gun is jamed!"
Shadow Sighed, damit Fixer, your suposed to keep your gear in fighting shape at all times!
"When you hit me I droped it,"Fixer lied. Fixer looked at his blaster. He tried to fire it. BOOM! A explosion knocked both off there feet. "Damn!"yelled Fixer. "What?"asked Shadow. "The one of the engiens has exploded,"Fixer said.
"Great know you dont keep the engines in working conditon either", Shadow said. "I guess you droped it too huh? Anything eles you wana let me know you dropped?"
"Damn you," Fixer said. Then the pool of oil caght on fire. "Oh damn," said Fixer.
"ah fierfeck....." Shadow muttered.
"Run!" yelled Fixer.
RUN!! they said at the same time. They both jumed down a garbage shute as the oil tank blew.
"Oh damn,damn,damn,damn,"said Fixer "I get started on the door and-" "Oh Damn the walls are moving,"said Shadow. " Thank you for tell me that, Shadow" Fixer Said.
"your welcome" he said. "Now help me prop the walls with somthing!!"
:Raj'el heard rumlings frm the canyon below, where he had just seen a commando run past. He boost jumped to te base of the canyon with the jetpack he had aquired, not any good for flying, but for falling slowly...He followed the footprints in the sand, much like his own, still in their Kamino-issue Commando boots. H efound the two clones in the chamber, the floor on fire and the walls closing in. He atached a cable resevoir to the bottom of his disruptor and fired at them. He'd worry about whether they were friend or foe later.:
"Catch! I'll pull you out!"
Zaal had been moving for a while, using his pack in short bursts to jump from cliff to cliff, he and Thorus were heading in the direction of the crash site of the other ship. He rounded a corner and saw it, a large craft, triangular with a mast-like deck rising from the back, it had landed roughly and was mostly intact but had been damaged by shells. He knew that boarding such a craft with two men was suicide, but there was no other choice, and as his former sargent had told him before his death by the hands of traitor marines underneath a bridge virtal to the efforts to quell a rebellion, you must improvise. He wondered what had become of his former freind Uriel Ventris.
He pushed such thoughts from his head as he became impatient with Thourus to catch up and started for the ship.
"I'll get started onthe door," Said Fixer. "If I am right about this I can get that door open." Fixer ran to the door pannel and tore off the cover. "Hurry," said Shadow. "I am damnit!" Fixer Yelled.
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