26 (edited by Seco Fett Sunday, February 8, 2009 8:16 pm)

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((as I was saying...))((Oh yeah the bomb this guy has is a normal thermal detonator... I reckon Kraddossk won't get my guy now. LOLOLOLOL!))

His plan was simple...land quickly and run from security like mad until the girl is found and...out of the way...

He proceeded to carry out his plan, speeding like crazy towards the planet's surface. When he was about 20 M off the ground, his dumb old ship stopped working...completely! The ship landed with a bang and a thump. People were everywhere! He had apperently landed in some sort of stadium. Suddenly, guys were running around! The security, or police or someone!

He quickly jumped out of his seat and ran towards the ramp. It wouldn't open. A thermal det will fix that. Quickly, he went to a cabnet and pulled out the biggest explosive there. He went to the ramp and put the bomb next to the door. He pushed the button.

"That'll do the trick!" he said, smiling.

Two seconds later the arena floor was blackened, and the dumb man was no more.

((And no, I did not kill any of anyone's characters! I just edited it, I hope it makes your lives easier.))

Some may run a short while, but none of them would bide.

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** Um Seco, how did your dude get that sort of weaponry through Alderaan Customs?**

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((Seco I am going to ask that you revise that post.  As I mentioned the hotel is not too far from the stadium.  Assuming it was the stadium we were referring to earlier, and my position is within a block of where you detonated a bomb with the power of 3 atomic ones, everyone involved in this RPG, save for maybe Si and Rev depending on how far would be dead.  So once again please revise.  Or I'll just ignore it.))

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29 (edited by Lord Revan Thursday, March 12, 2009 1:37 pm)

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Solus smirked, crossing his arms. "Take good care of my ordinance. You break it, I break your neck." He directed the comment to the two rookies pushing the repulsor cart. He noticed the woman, Ashaan, was really taking a liking to the Verpine. "You like my Verp eh? Very nice, that one. During the war I shot a Jabiimi Terrorist with it from twenty-six hundred meters."

"An impressive feat." She lowered the Verp, looking at his scarred face. "Clone Wars Vet?"

"Yes. It was a shabla waste of good soldiers...good men." Solus let out a painful breath. "A politician's war."

"I hear ya." Ash carefully placed the Verpine back into it's padded case.

"But that was before your time..." He placed the helmet carefully back atop his head. "You're a good officer, Ashaan Ophuchi. Even if your mouth is as bad as mine." Solus raised two fingers to the browline on his buy'ce in a casual salute, smiling behind the dark T-visor. "See you around."

Ashaan stiffled a grin. "Go on Mando, do your worst." She meant it.

Solus walked out of the landing area, through customs. It was always an annoyance, the searched you very thoroughly.  After 45 minutes, he finally made it out. Minus one power pack he hadn't removed from a belt pouch. After he left the spaceport, Solus opened a comm channel to the Aldera branch of Sruus Real Estate Properties, Inc.

"Vlezar Petrevek here, I have an appointment to speak...yes...I will be there in 20 minutes." He shut the link, making sure no one was following him. "Easy as Uj."

"This IS my signature."

30 (edited by Seco Fett Sunday, February 8, 2009 8:17 pm)

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((I'm sorry! I meant to make the bomb adjustable to your plans...I'll fix that. I'm thinking of not being on BFFC for a while again. I'm really a good RPG'r, I've just been off my ball in my whole life lately. Sorry. My guy died on impact. AND MY DUDE NEVER WENT THROUGH CUSTOMS! HE JUST CRASHED ONTO THE PLANET. I CLEARLY STATED HIS PLANS.))

Man I hate my life.

Edit: Man, my day was ok I guess, but not very fulfilling. I feel like all I do is make mistakes. I wish I could just get out of everyone's way!

Some may run a short while, but none of them would bide.

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Kradassk hissed in amusement.  This was going to be too easy. 

"Stupid human.  You know what is coming.  I know what you wish to do.  And it is my job that it does not happen.  Now turn around." 

THe man obliged.

"Now before I blow your brains all over the wall why would you walk in here and put yourself in such a stupid spot?"

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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** Well Seco at least your not six months pregnant with a brain that’s totally vague, feeling like you knock everything over in your way and have to eat when your body tells you to or else you throw up like nobody’s business tongue

That’s my existence at the moment. Also had the joy of more blood tests today and oh yeah there’s that horrible thing called birth that I’m not looking forward to – see there’s always something worse out there tongue **

Jaylah tapped her datapad but the signal was lost. The Neanderthal had found one of the bugs. There were many more but they’d take time to get into place. Instead she hit rewind and listened to the exchange.

“So they want me out of the way, in a big way,” Jaylah said to herself with amusement as she removed her headpiece. She stroked the hair clip that hid her dagger. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she smiled to herself arrogantly.

Jaylah moved to her dresser and placed the headpiece and the hair clip beside her make up kit. She then moved to the small permi-glass tank that sat near her window. Within the take was a bark littered environment with the odd fern and stick, the tank was no longer that Jaylah arm but within it held a mass of tiny snakes.

Each snake had been handled from birth by Jaylah and she was able to wear them on her person like a live accessory. The beauty of it was that each tiny snake was very venomous. Not that it mattered to Jaylah, being a Twi’lek gave her immediate immunity, but most other species (humans included) couldn’t survive without the antivenin.

Jaylah stroked the cool smooth surface of one of the tiny snakes and smiled. The sounds of shouting caught her attention and Jaylah looked out her window. There was a scene in the streets outside but it didn’t look like it had anything to do with her enemies within the meeting room. For now she could rest easy.

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Is the scene happening outside of her window the fight between me and Sev, or something else?

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade..." - Kal Skirata
Don't mess with Mandalorians

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Kot chuckled, allowing it to pass beyond his helmet.

"Have you ever met a Mandalorian my good lizard?"

"No, but I've heard that they're not as tough as they are cracked up to be. Now, once again, why did you walk in here?"

"My friend, believing those rumors was your first mistake."

Kot didn't bother answering his second question. He merely whipped out one of his knives, throwing it with perfect accuracy through the gun aimed at his head. The knife carried the gun out of the lizard's hand, pinning it to the wall.

Kot ejected the blade in his gauntlet, catching the handle and charging forward.

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade..." - Kal Skirata
Don't mess with Mandalorians

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((Actually, I eat weird food like crazy, eat about 5 or 6 meals a day, weigh 101 pounds(keep in mind I'm fourteen), and am sometimes prone to spasms of pain or respiratory difficulty(no, I don't have asthma).))

Some may run a short while, but none of them would bide.

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Raid Skirata wrote:

Is the scene happening outside of her window the fight between me and Sev, or something else?

** My thoughts were it's a random fight, but if you want to make it the fight between you and Sev go for your life wink **

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Kradassk stood stunned as the mandalorian threw a knife and knocked the pistol out of his hand.  The man charged at Kradassk wielding a small knife.  He used his all his momentum in knocking Kradassk over off his feet.  He roared as the knife pierced his scaly flesh.  Kradassk threw the man off of his and lumbered to his feet only to meet the mando charging at him once again.  His shoulder was bleeding from the knife wound.  Kradassk delivered a gut busting punch to the abdomen.  He howled as his knuckles contacted with the metal.  Whatever that metal was made of was tough.  But the mandalorian was struggling to regain his breath after such a punch.  And Kradassk was getting angrier.

Forgetting all knives he had and the man had Kradassk hurled himself at the Mandalorian looking for blood.

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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Kot saw the murder in the Trandoshan's eyes. It came charging at him with all its might. Kot was still struggling to regain his breath after the massive punch to his stomach, thankfully his armor took most of the blow and broke the lizard's knuckles. Kot finally regained his breath and looked up, the Trandoshan smashed into him with all its might. It knocked him on the ground and began pummeling him. With each blow he heard something crack, not knowing if it was the lizard's or his. Kot finally got his arm up and he grabbed the Trandoshan by the neck, holding it still. He wound his arm back and delivered a smashing blow to the face. The Trandoshan flew off him, smashing into the permacrete. Kot jumped up and snatched his knife. He looked at the Trandoshan, its hands and knuckles were bleeding. So it was his bones that had broken, although Kot did feel as though he had a cracked rib. He walked up to the lizard.

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade..."

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade..." - Kal Skirata
Don't mess with Mandalorians

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Kradassk stopped just for a second to puzzle out what the Mandalorian just said.  But before he could launch himself at him again sirens were heard from down the alley.

"PLEASE COME OUT OF THE ALLEY WITH YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!"  The amplified voice screamed.

Kradassk cursed.  This was not good.  He looked around but could see no exit.  Besides up.  And Kradassk did not climb.  He turned to the Mandalorian.

"I will not forget Mandalorian."

Kradassk held his hands in the air and wandered out of the alley hands raised.  5 men immediately grabbed his hands and bound them shoving him into the car.

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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Kot merely glanced toward the exit when the sirens blared. He watched the Trandoshan's back recede toward the exit. Kot looked up and jumped up to the fire escape, grabbing the ladder. He began making his way up to the diva's floor.

"WE REPEAT, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

He looked in the window. He didn't see anyone. He began opening it slowly.

"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade..." - Kal Skirata
Don't mess with Mandalorians

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((I've decided to not post on the RPG forum anymore))

Some may run a short while, but none of them would bide.

42 (edited by SciFifreak90 Monday, March 2, 2009 3:27 pm)

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NAME: Devik Meejen

SPECIES: Spiner

SEX: Male

AGE: 26

APPEARANCE: Large, vaguely-canine humanoid. Roughly similar to a Bothan or a Shestavan, but for the countless quills covering each Spiner’s body. Spiners are more or less humanoid porcupines, even possessing the ability to eject these needles with considerable force by flexing various muscles. When not agitated, Devik keeps the needles laid flat, flush with his body. In this way the spines are hardly noticeable, instead appearing to be a segmented, glimmering coat. Devik in particular is rather small by Spiner standards.

http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i277/SciFifreak90/Spiner.jpg

WEAPONS: None

PERSONALITY: Devik is quiet and brooding, decidedly far too serious for his young age and limited experience. From the day he threw his first spine, he became fascinated and obsessed with mastering his genetic gift. For hours on end he would skewer makeshift dummies and pierce hand-drawn targets, dead-set on utilizing this ability to its fullest potential. After expending his body’s spines, the period of regrowth and waiting (about 1-2 days) were usually met with depression and impatient anxiety to resume his self-imposed, rigorous training. Even after finally being content with his skills, Devik was dismayed by the lack of use for them. Being what the Spiners would go so far as to consider an “expert” marksman, they tended to discourage violent or destructive uses of their god-given talents, fearing that the Galaxy would come to view the rapidly dwindling Spiner population as a virtual band of living weapons (not a very political move for a species lobbying for galactic aid to save their soon-to-be extinct species). Disappointed and a little disgusted with his species’ adoption of pacifism, Devik left the Spiners’ new home-world, Elrood (the original Spiner home planet was destroyed when the system’s sun went super-nova), and wandered the galaxy searching for a way to use and profit from his unique mastery of his species’ gift. Somewhere between then and now work changed from security, to strong-arming, to bounty hunting, and then to assassinating. The Spiner feels himself particularly qualified for the current assignment – Jaylah’s life – due to his ability to remain distanced yet deadly while on a planet that forbade the possession of weaponry.

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Devik sat patiently at the open bar set against one wall of the Yellow Crystal Arena’s meeting room. He hunched over his drink, trying to make it less obvious that his gruff, harsh visage had no business being in such an illustrious place as this. Or rather, he certainly did have business here, though none of it good. Or legal, for that matter.

The Spiner’s employer was uncomfortably anonymous on this job. After being given nothing more than a small advance payment as assurance of the sponsor’s legitimacy and a comm channel, Devik had been receiving his orders and details by short, concise text messages, which would then assumedly give him a drop location where he’d receive his payment. The system was unnerving, but the money was unbelievable, and the quill-thrower was willing to take a certain amount of risks in return for such a huge payday.

His plan was brutally simple. Wait for the show, get within striking distance, hurl a spine through her chest, and escape in the ensuing panic. The price of admittance was an unfortunate setback, but hopefully it would be nothing more than a drop in the bucket after his reward. In just the short time he’d been sitting and sipping his drink, he’d noticed a number of interesting events transpire around the meeting room.

Jaylah had been nearby not long ago, and it was all he could do to keep his youth and eagerness in check. She was in sight but not within range of his quills, and her Trandoshan bodyguard would likely feel some kind of way about someone getting up and rushing his employer; and Devik’s needles would be but hail on a rooftop to the reptilian’s thick scales. And so the Spiner waited, checking his chrono in obvious boredom. This show couldn’t start soon enough.

The only other notable occurrence was a tall man in conspicuous Mandalorian that had abruptly stood and thrown a dagger at some small device on the meeting room wall.

Way to be subtle. As if that accomplished anything. Devik had thought, shaking his head at the insignificance of it all, it’s the meeting room of one of the largest theater’s on Alderaan, of course there’d be security devices. All you’re doing is showing everyone on this peaceful planet that you’re armed, and inciting hostilities right out in the open, in broad daylight. Not to mention now whoever was monitoring these cameras before he destroyed it knows his face and that he’s hostile. How stupid.

Just a moment later the same man leapt forward, drew a knife, and slammed a man against the wall, pressing the blade to the surprised man’s throat. Devik thought the man might’ve said something about calling AlderSec, but he couldn’t be sure from this distance. He strained his ears:

“Yes, you can…but you won’t.” The tactless knife-wielder threatened. Everyone in the room couldn’t help but notice the blatant offense taking place, and watched on in horror as the armored figure left the room.

Maybe he won’t, but the dozen or so other bystanders will. Devik scoffed; he had no doubt that the police would catch up to the man with such an obvious description (not many men walk the streets of Alderaan in Mandalorian battle armor) before too long (and indeed they had, though in the end it was Kraddassk who would suffer for it).

Since then not too much had transpired, although the Spiner was sure others would be working to end the Jizz singer before or during the concert. For now he had to have faith that the diva and her escorts would keep her safe until Devik could make his move. He sipped again at his drink and sighed. Waiting was the worst part of his job

"I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!" - Belkar