Author	Topic:   Story Time III
iloveyouiknow	posted 6/5/07 3:02 AM       It had been four years. Or was it six? Dark Death Dude couldn't remember. It was a bitter sweet memory. Facing the Flaming Wookiee's of Death was never a pleasant memory, but he missed having his own ship, and his own crew. Now his crew had moved on. Raamus had opened his own Pete-Za joint on Cheese Headia, and the locals gave it a four star rating. Darth Tine had done even better, and it was here he waited for her. He had sent her a transmission a couple months back looking for work, and she was going to meet him here. At one time he would have been angry that she, his inferior, had surpassed him, but all the spirit had been crushed from him. He was taking handouts now...this wasn't even going to be a good handout. She had said he could handle some of her "dirty" work, and he had grovelingly accepted.
Dark Death Dude	posted 6/6/07 2:43 PM     The unfortunate truth, as Amadus Ves saw it, was the fact that Darth Tine was still alive. She had already dodged him twice; once, while Amadus confronted her in the Altoon spaceport, and she disappeared without a trace; the other outside the orbit of Commenor, where authorities caught up with him, and he was forced to make his escape. This time, his luck would hold out. The word had come from a particularily trusted informant, and Amadus had a gut feeling that this would be the day of days. His right hand - in particular, his middle finger - felt empty. The ring that he had worn for most of his life, was missing. The image of the ring on Darth Tine's finger still made him scowl, and hate began to well-up in his throat. "Curse that beggar! She may have eluded me before, but now there's nothing she can do to escape me......nothing. nothing....." Amadus briefly wondered why he always talked to himself, but other thoughts overwhelmed him. The ring. The scar. The trap. Amadus had planned well this day. Well indeed.
iloveyouiknow	posted 6/7/07 1:06 AM       iloveyouiknow sat up. His head was groggy. He rubbed his forhead and pulled his hand away...blood. <p> It was dark, but light from the street lit the alley where he lay well enough to see that he was alone; or almost anyway. It depended on whether or not a dead rodian was considered "company." Damn bloke smelled like fish... <p> -------------- <p> Meanwhile, on a different planet far away...in a place similar to the default bespin map in jedi outcast <p> Da Wookie crouched on top of the three story tall building. Vashti was on the ground, negotiating with the creature. He did not know her name, but she looked very human. The main difference was that her hair was as purple and flowing as her robes, and her eyes seemed to match, unless there was something wrong with the scope on his ultra-high powered S57 Sniper Scope. Robes worked well to conceal weaponry, so he switched to X-beam mode. He had paid dearly for that upgrade, but it was worth it; he could clearly see the shape of a lightsaber fastened to "Miss Purple's" waist. He switched back to standard targeting mode, and waited for Vashti's signal. The Jedi huntress and hunter were about to do their thing...
Dark Death Dude	posted 6/8/07 3:03 AM     DDD's face flushed with embarrasment. He relistened to Darth Tine's message, and realized that she told him to meet her in the Marhon Commons half an hour ago. So much for that. DDD contacted the ground authorities, then piloted his Slekker Vendraught Mark II to the assigned landing pad. The ship had turned out better than he thought; the purchase price was low, but was in surisingly good condition. DDD left his ship, and began searching for the so called "Marhon Commons." DDD had to supress the racial slurs that would have been directed towards the several Bothans that he passed. "It's too bad that these scum are even allowed on this planet," DDD mumbled. One Bothan seemed to take unnatural interest in him, and DDD didn't like it. Not one bit. *************************************** ILYIK just began making his way out into the street his head still pounding, each throb felt like it would cause his head to explode. After only a few steps, ILYIK was ready to collapse. Then he saw something that could only be from his imagination; DDD was strolling, rather cautiously, out of the spaceport. A flash of emotions flew through ILYIK before he had time to supress them. DDD. What was he doing here? Before even thinking about what he was doing, he stumbled into the street after DDD.
Dark Death Dude	posted 6/8/07 3:03 AM     DDD's face flushed with embarrasment. He relistened to Darth Tine's message, and realized that she told him to meet her in the Marhon Commons half an hour ago. So much for that. DDD contacted the ground authorities, then piloted his Slekker Vendraught Mark II to the assigned landing pad. The ship had turned out better than he thought; the purchase price was low, but was in surisingly good condition. DDD left his ship, and began searching for the so called "Marhon Commons." DDD had to supress the racial slurs that would have been directed towards the several Bothans that he passed. "It's too bad that these scum are even allowed on this planet," DDD mumbled. One Bothan seemed to take unnatural interest in him, and DDD didn't like it. Not one bit. *************************************** ILYIK just began making his way out into the street his head still pounding, each throb felt like it would cause his head to explode. After only a few steps, ILYIK was ready to collapse. Then he saw something that could only be from his imagination; DDD was strolling, rather cautiously, out of the spaceport. A flash of emotions flew through ILYIK before he had time to supress them. DDD. What was he doing here? Before even thinking about what he was doing, he stumbled into the street after DDD.
Derris	posted 6/10/07 2:22 AM     Commander Venir Derris stood alone just past the turbolift on the bridge of the mighty destroyer. * A bead of sweat slid down his cheek from his left temple, despite the chilled enviroment of the bridge. This was taking far too long. * Two passing soldiers gave him the customary salute. It wasn't returned. They didn't matter. None of them mattered. * The fool of an Admiral, Klerth, was standing exactly where Derris had been expecting, looking out the forward viewport as if he could actually see something besides the endless field of stars. Derris stifled a curse and checked the time. Not long now. He slowly began his approach towards the Admiral, each footfall in exact Imperial Navy specifications. And each step fueled his resolve. * Right on time, a klaxon blared from the control pit on his right. * The officer on watch rushed to the siren, checked the status, then blanched. Spinning around, he screamed for the Admiral. * As always with the pompous old fool, there was no need to rush. Slowly, with a playful smile, the Admiral approached the officer. * "Leftanant, I will not have you screaming on board my ship," he corrected the man as he waved a stormtrooper forward. * The pawn in white leveled his E11 on the man and pulled the trigger, charring a large, smoking crater in the man's chest. * Not a single head turned away from their stations to watch the commotion. 'Only in the Imperial Navy,' Derris thought as he came to a halt beside the Admiral. * Thankfully, he would soon have a navy of his own.
iloveyouiknow	posted 6/13/07 2:59 AM     Darth Tine sighted down the scope of her E-13. There was DDD alright, a half hour late and judging my his outfit, more than just a few dollars short. She checked behind DDD to make sure he wasn't being followed. After a full minute of checking, she was about to assume the area clear when she saw a skinny figure stumble out an alley and after DDD. He was holding the back of his head with his hand which obscured her view of his face. Still, there was something familiar about that walk....
Da Wookie	posted 6/24/07 2:41 AM       Elias Koth watched the street from a shadowed portion of the duracrete sidewalk. Careful not to take to much notice, so as not to draw attention to himself, he gazed toward the local tap cafe. He was sure that it was Darth Tine sitting in that seat on the veranda, and he knew she was waiting for someone... it was just a matter of time before he knew who. Being a Bothan Spy was hardly what it had looked like in the holoreels. "Saving the Galaxy Through Espionage" turned out to be "Following Two-Bit Criminals to Backwater Planets and Getting Killed." He had seen more than his fair share of species-mates gunned down in the line of duty, enough to be cautious and inconspicuous. Maybe after this mission, he would be transferred back to the core and put on a REAL mission which didn't involve tailing Darth Tine. * Elias' Comlink chirped. "Um.. Sir, I just want you to know that I think I blew my cover." That was his underling, Boysk. (What an incompetent fool) he thought to himself. He was supposed to be watching the spaceport to make sure the contact wasn't coming from that way, and apparently he couldn't even handle that.
Derris	posted 7/9/07 1:52 AM       The Admiral regained his composer with a sly smile on his face as he turned to his second in command, who unfornately wasn't Derris. "Captain, tell me exactly what the situation is," he ordered bluntly with an impatient tap of his foot. * "Sir, the primary and secondary reactors have lost their coolant resevoirs," the man explained, ingoring Derris behind the Admiral, "There's no way to stop them from going critical. If we don't evacuate everyone off this ship, you and I will both lose our ranks for not saving the crew." * The Admiral turned form the man to gaze out a viewport and squared his shoulders. Derris could read what the officer was thinking. As usual for the Imperial elitists, the man had absolutely no regard for his crew. The only reason why their deaths would be troubling for him would be because of his loss of rank for not saving them. Derris sneered at the thought, and wished he had his hold out blaster in the open already. But the time for that would come soon enough, once the bridge was clear of the extraneous personnel.
Dark Death Dude	posted 7/26/07 1:32 PM     ILYIK's mind was clearing up now. Enough to the point where he could walk without looking like gimp, at least. He held still hurt, but that was the least of his concerns. Memories of DDD slowly flooded back to him, and ILYIK was remembering why he had tried to kill DDD in the first place. Now he had his chance. Although he had no weapons, neither did DDD. A suprise attack, along with a little luck, and he could accomplish his mission. Maybe not kill him outright; DDD's death could wait until ILYIK got back to the "machine." ILYIK snapped back to reality. DDD had just disappeared into a mass of pedestrians, about 10 paces off. ILYIK followed in after him. "Where did that fool go?" He asked himself. ILYIK stopped and looked around. He glanced to his right at the exact same moment that DDD glanced to his left. Their eyes met. And they stared. ILYIK wasn't sure what his expression was, but he sure hope it didn't match DDD's. DDD looked like a confused child who just realized that he's face to face with a bully. A smirk slipped across ILYIK's face, just as DDD darted for an alley. *************************************** Darth Tine had made 2 discoveries today: The Bothans are persistant in their pursuit of her, and ILYIK is alive. Here. She quickly left the rooftop and darted to the alley where DDD was heading.
Dark Death Dude	posted 1/30/08 2:57 AM     DDD was panting. He had shaken ILYIK, at least to his knowledge. He somehow managed to find himself in the Marhon Commons, the rendevous point with Darth Tine. The commons weren't quiet what he expected. In fact, DDD wasn't sure what it was that he HAD expected. It seemed to be some sort of tavern, but it didn't seem right. Of Peculiar interest, was the fact that the food provided appeared to be parts of Rodians. Spiced Rodian heads seemed to be very popular. DDD didn't even try to find out why 90% of the customers were Rodians. He figured it's probably best not to ask questions. Scanning the environment, it was easy to spot humans, and none of them were Darth Tine. Something was severly wrong with this. Cannibal Rodians, Missing Darth Tines, and ILYIK showing up out of nowhere. DDD had the feeling that things were about to get very messy.
Fasters Criminy-McMasters	posted 2/1/08 1:07 AM     The Marhon commons was never quite right, thought Fasters as he blew a smoke ring from his Tralusian scruve pipe. After all, that's what made it all so perfect! It had been a long time since he had been his relaxed. Spiced Rodian heads, gorgeous peculiars, and a jizz band so good that your ears would melt off. Harvey Sithpsit, what could be better than that? A tall human with a blunt nose sat down next to him. "Hochin', Fasy," he mollycoddled, turning his bloodshot eyes toward Fasters. Fasters spent a moment pondering the definition of the word mollycoddled, then remembered that he was supposed to reply. "Mahasapethwitz? Um... I mean, Mahas... uh...peth... um..." He fell silent because he suddenly realized he'd left his tongue back at the apartment. "Righ', righ'," replied the other man, one Horsk Belestro. "So I says to me chum, 'Ow 'bout we lot take a mickey and get a wailin' down at the ol' Commons', and then me ol' 'eadmasser calling, 'Oy! You lot! Out!' Well 'en, me and o' coffer says naugh abou' aht, ehn we shiffen or' eh Macberr' and..." Fasters stopped listening to his rambling, incomprehensible friend, then quickly thought about what the word incomprehensible meant. When he was satisfied, he satisfied himself even more by looking to see if 'is 'oher chums was abou'. He glanced about, then noticed DDD walking in by himself. With a incomprehensible shout - a word he now liked - he jumped from the chair, pulled out his knockoff Blastech - called a Boomtech - and leved it at DDD's overly melon-like head and opened fire.
Dark Death Dude	posted 2/14/08 3:21 AM     The first bolt was deflected into his companion's head. The second was sent sailing towards the ceiling, easily re-routed by a glowing blade of red. Darth tine took two casual steps, and seperated the head of the attacker from his body. "That was cool," said DDD, trying to act like this was a normal occurance. It was only now that he realized that every rodian sitting in the commons pulled off their masks, and lo and behold: Bothans. Darth Tine muttered something very similar to the words that no living man should make. "That was cool," said DDD once more, except this time, he didn't have to ACT like it was a common occurance. The last time Rodians turned into Bothans, it was bad enough. Except this time, they were holding weapons. lots of weapons. "DDD," said Darth Tine, "remember the 'dirty work' that I had for you to take care of? Well, all of that is standing in this room right here." Darth Tine prepared herself for a fight, acting as if she could take on 28 Bothans at once. DDD could probably get a couple, but that still leaves 26 for Darth Tine..... As these thoughts were running through his head, a deep, slightly hysterical laughter came through the doorway behind him. A dark haired man was standing in the doorway. The first thing that DDD noticed, was that he had a large scar across his chest, made evident by the fact that he wore a torn, plain white shirt. His deep brown.....DDD could only describe them as - trousers - had several frag grenades attached, along with 2 blaster pistols and a high-powered DLT-19 blaster rifle strapped to his back. The guy was ripped. His face bore the lines of one who had been in and survived many stressful situations. He had a long face, slight stubble, and unkempt hair. "So, Darth Tine. Eluded my Bothans for a year, you have. Until now." His lips, previously curled into a near-hysterical smile, now slipped into a very serious expression. "Unfortunately, fate has caught up with you. Now, will you come quietly, or shall blood be spilt again?"
Horsk Belestro	posted 2/18/08 5:44 AM     Horsk Belestro had taken many a shot to 'is noggin in his life, but for some reason they never seemed to take. They all hurt though and this time wasn't any different. He groaned and slowly pushed 'imself off the floor to his knees. What 'e found for 'is hard work wasn't a pleasant sight. Fasters head lay a few feet to 'is right, looking up at him with a sloppy smile on his face. It was too bad for Fasters, but Horsk didn't really like 'im that much anyway. What 'e did find useful though was a Boomtech C44 in pristine condition. "Bags! I always wanted me one o' 'ese," he cried, picking it up. It fit 'is hand perfectly, like a good Cervasian Sock Puppet Monster. Next 'e took a quick look at 'is surroundings. The man with the melon was still breathing, and was now accompanied by a dour looking woman. Horsk thought for a moment about trying to repeat what Fasty had tried, but decided better on it. So 'e did something else. "Oy!" he yelled, coming to 'is feet. "Me and me chums 'as sittin' 'ere 'joying a pint, 'ehn was figgere' by you bleedin' sots, an' righ' whiles me was in me cups too! I migh' aught 'ave a few words wih you 'bout 'aht." That was when he realized that all 'is chums were now a bunch of rodians. "Aw, bloody 'ell," he whispered.
Horsk Belestro	posted 2/18/08 5:45 AM     Sorry, the rodians were supposed to be Bothans.
iloveyouiknow	posted 3/29/08 5:29 AM       *** Note: can we please avoid using overly ridiculous things as an entire roomful of bothans pretending to be rodians? they are too short to pull that off en masse. Let's try to keep it if not realistic, then at least remotely semi-believable. Thanks! -the management ***
iloveyouiknow	posted 3/29/08 5:38 AM       ILYIK stood across the street from the Cantina. He couldn't see exactly what was going on, but the two glowing 'saber blades gave him enough of a clue. The fight looked tempting. Not that he particularly liked bothans, but anytime he could possibly see a jedi or two wearing their own asses as hats he was game. But he couldn't join in he thought, looking down at his torn, blood sodden clothes. What the hell had happened anyway? Oh well, not that it mattered at the moment. What did matter at the moment was the fact that ILYIK was pretty sure that he was going to get into a fight at some point soon, and as long as that happened he was going to do it in proper attire. He started to head to the shopping district and pulled out the wallet he had pick-pocketed of a decidedly dapper individual with a cockney accent. He opened the wallet. The ID read "Horsk Belestro." "Well Mister Belestro, I sure hope you have a high credit limit" said ILYIK with a grin.
iloveyouiknow	posted 3/29/08 5:53 AM       Da Wookie reached down with his vibroblade, every intention of scalping the violet pelt off the head of jedi "Miss Purple", but was interrupted by a yell from Vashti. <p> "Can't you at least wait for me to finish searching her? sheesh! I may be a Jedi Hunter, but I'm still a lady." she said, with some heartfelt, but ridiculous vanity. <p> Da Wookie paid her no mind as he continued to fillet the woman's head. He and Vashti were friends, sure, but it was an antagonistic relationship, not an affectionate one. <p> Vashti cast him a dirty look, then pulled out the dead woman's lightsaber from her robes. She lit the blade. <p> "Purple blade. How did I not see that coming?" <p> She sheathed the weapon, then headed off in the direction of their ship the "Angel Treader." <p> Come on DW, we gotta head back to the ship and see if ILYIK is finished up on his end. Hopefully that idiot hasn't messed it up...his damn job was easy enough. And let's grab a drink." <p> "I'll grab your drink" thought Da Wookie.
iloveyouiknow	posted 4/1/08 9:00 AM       Derris swallowed hard. He was a cunning individual, but unfortunately sometimes cunning and cowardice went hand in hand. - Gathering his courage, we walked up to the Admiral. Sir! If I could make a suggestion? - Klerth looked at Derris and growled. “What is it?” He said with obvious distain. - “Sir! I believed there has been a minor political matter in quadrant 6 that has still not been dealt with. The issue requires only the presence of a single Corvette. Instead of taking the whole fleet off station, you could maintain that the issue at hand required only a single Corvette with your excellency aboard. After all, it would be foolish to remove the entire fleet, let alone the flagship, from blockade duty. After you were gone we could just override the log file, then the flag crew could escape, avoiding the problems of an entire Abandon ship. As yourself would not be present, you could not be incarcerated for failure. In fact, Fleet Headquarters would probably commend you for your diligence in handling the extraneous matter.” - Klerth glared at Derris, obviously weighing matters in his mind. - “Okay, do it. And Commander, consider yourself promoted.” Said Klerth. - “Thank you sir” said Derris, who grinned menacingly as he turned away. Little did Klerth know that he, Derris, would be in position as Admiral within mere hours. Derris headed to his station to set up the ruse.
Dark Death Dude	posted 4/4/08 4:40 PM     Darth Tine seemed to have lost her confident self. Her expression hadn't changed, but her shoulders had dropped down. DDD was guessing this man wasn't her friend. After a long moment, Darth Tine deactivated her lightsaber. "I hate you," she said. "That's very nice of you," said the man. "Unfortunately, I'll have to be bringing your friends along with us, for I cannot risk any ill-fated rescue attempts." His eyes fell onto Horsk, and the corner of his mouth twisted into an evil grin, before looking back at Darth Tine. "I'll be needing your weapons. Please don't resist; I fear that you may be wounded if you do." After the trio had been stripped of their weapons, they were led out of the Commons. To DDD, it looked like a delegation of Bothan radicals in some parade. As they were walking down the street, DDD heard one of the Bothans speaking to the man. He only heard two words: "Veleskro." "Veleskro?" DDD asked of Darth Tine. It couldn't be. Veleskro is a name that is only heard in stories. Surely he wasn't a real man. Or is he? "Yes," she replied. "That man is Veleskro Bim Torseth." ************************************** Amadus Ves was preparing his fleet for the jump to light speed. Appearantly Mr. Velestro himself had captured Darth Tine on the planet. No matter; Velestro wouldn't be able to compete with his fleet, and the tractor beams should do them in without problem. Ves scanned his fleet one last time; 7 ships in all. His greatest ship was a Mk I Assault Frigate. The only other craft were various corvettes and gunboats. That, however, would be more than sufficient.
Derris	posted 4/11/08 4:45 AM     Derris sauntered out of the bridge, perfectly matching the textbook posture, back angled just so, each step precisely measured to show to all that he, Derris, was not a man to be trifled with. A proud man was he, having graduated top of his class at the academy. Yet, for all of that, for every shining point of his record, for every step taken above and beyond the call of duty when it mattered the most, they had assigned Derris to serve under a fool like Klerth. He gnashed his teeth under his lips, taking care not to betray his rage as he marched his way down the ship's expansive corridors, until at last he arrived at the Admiral's quarters. As usual, there were no guards standing outside the doors, and as usual, there was no security system in operation. Derris grinned. Klerth always left it disabled, citing that it was too bothersome to deal with. Now he would pay for that oversight. With a quick look both ways to make certain no one would notice, Derris gained access to the Admiral's office and walked right through. He went immediately to the desk - also unlocked - and pulled a datapad from his pocket with his black gloved fingers. With a satisfied smile, he hid the datapad amongst a stack of others, mixing it to avoid evidence of his planting of it. Then he turned away, exiting the chamber that, for all extensive purposes, he had never entered.

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