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General Kaliero
F = ma, beeyotches.
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Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
"Then why are you taking up space on my ship, exactly?"
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Jan 3rd, 2008 01:54 AM |
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General Zink
Bane
 Gender: Male
Location: Evil high-backed chair |
"Didn't I just say? Working together brings success. Success brings money. Kuylen proved that, minus the Mausoleum. And so there you have it."
Wraith gets up.
"You know what? Have the flamethrower, I'm going to go have a smoke..."
He heads for the ship's ramp, walking out.
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Jan 4th, 2008 07:33 PM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
Dak places the flamethrower into his bag. "Those things'll kill you, y'know," he calls after Wraith, more out of habit than anything else.
He goes back to the computer and checks the bounty list for anything interesting, already bored. I hate living like this...
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Jan 4th, 2008 07:45 PM |
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REXXXX
Networking
 Gender: Male
Location: San Diego Moderator |
You could not hate it more.
At least with Kuylen, you had motive. You had a passion to devote yourself to. Now, it is only survival. Survival can be a goal in itself, but not in this case. The thrill of bounty hunting has long since faded; the Dark Side of the Force does not give a damn about money.
There are a few fresh bounties, Dak, but they're a waste of time. Not worth enough for your talents. Usually, Jango Fett manages to snare most of the good bounties. It's a nuisance.
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Jan 4th, 2008 08:08 PM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
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Dak hisses in anger before leaning back. He applies a few choice words to Jango Fett. If only someone would take down Fett... He would himself, but a shrewd calculation told him the Force would have to favor him heavily to even have a chance, and even then such a feat would be difficult. Perhaps too difficult.
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Jan 4th, 2008 08:17 PM |
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REXXXX
Networking
Gender: Male
Location: San Diego Moderator |
A difficult man to find, Fett. Rumor has it that he pulls back to the Outer Rim when he is not hunting, hidden. He kills those that try to follow him, whether they have a bounty or not.
The day has been long for you both. Even with the energizing quality of the Force and the rejuvenating fire of the Dark Side, your hunt for R4 and the skirmish has left you weary.
Wraith, while having a relaxing smoke on the edge of the hangar, sitting on the fuel lines, you start to nod off. Eventually, you cannot stave it off any longer, and you drift off to sleep...
Dak, you too begin to experience the fatigue. Your reptilian body protests the minor burns that R4 inflicted, desiring sleep to speed up the healing process. Your eyes close...
...and suddenly you are very, very cold.
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Jan 5th, 2008 02:34 AM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
Dak feels the change in temperature, and for a second thinks he must be dreaming of Arnia. But no, something doesn't feel right. He opens his eyes slowly.
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Jan 5th, 2008 07:55 AM |
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REXXXX
Networking
Gender: Male
Location: San Diego Moderator |
You open them, only to squeeze them shut a few times as you are met with the blinding glare of the tundra. You are on your stomach, pressed into the snow.
You cannot hear; something has deafened you.
Rise, Kaliero.
The voice is pure and clean, sounding in your head.
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Jan 5th, 2008 08:42 AM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
He stands warily, hands ready to eject his sabers from their gauntlets.
"What's going on?" he says aloud, then repeats the thought in his mind.
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Jan 5th, 2008 09:04 AM |
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REXXXX
Networking
Gender: Male
Location: San Diego Moderator |
Your lightsabers are not in your gauntlets, but lying in the snow. Instinctually, you return them to your hands with a slight Pull.
You will need those.
Your danger sense suddenly flares as, despite your deafened state, the roar of a heavy repeater slices through the soundlessness. When an Arnian throws himself in the way of the repeater, you sense his death almost immediately while witnessing his sacrifice.
For you, General.
Another Arnian comes from behind you, charging forwards with his blaster rifle. He guns down the Arnian behind the repeater, burning through his armor.
Another comes forward. Then another. Then another, until dozens of Arnians are barreling past you. One slaps you on the shoulder and, though you cannot hear him, you somehow understand that he is asking if you are okay. You do not have time to reply, as he takes a barrage to the back.
You must lead them, General.
The swell of eager soldiers pushes you forwards, into the enemy trenches. The shaded trenches become colder still. As you move through the trench, dodging laser fire, something whistles past your head and sinks into the snow with a crunch.
Take it, General. Take it and know who must die.
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Jan 5th, 2008 09:48 AM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
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Dak pushes his sabers back in place in the midst of the carnage. He's slightly shocked at seeing Arnians again.
General...?
He crouches down and picks up the fallen object.
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Jan 5th, 2008 10:12 AM |
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Networking
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It is a knife, much like the ones you carry. However, these are far sharper, far more valuable.
They bear the crest of the Royal Family.
Look up, General.
You raise your eyes towards the walls of the greatest city of Arnia, the capitol. Without warning, they crumble, leaving the city vulnerable. The city follows, collapsing into dust. The Palace, too, is dust. All dust, blown away in the winds of the tundra. The battle fades away, leaving you alone in the snow.
Come home, General Kaliero. Your people wait.
And you awake, drooling over the scraps of R4-S6 at the workbench. It is nearly morning.
At some point during the night, Wraith, you came in and hopped into your cot.
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Jan 5th, 2008 10:21 AM |
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General Kaliero
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Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
Dak shakes his head to clear it. That was no ordinary dream. He hurries into the cockpit and primes the engines. As a second thought, he switches on the commlink.
"Wraith, Ker'Raos. We're going to Arnia."
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Jan 5th, 2008 10:35 AM |
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General Zink
Bane
Gender: Male
Location: Evil high-backed chair |
Wraith is roused from his sleep by the sudden announcement.
"Huh?" Wraith asks, groggily. "Say that again?"
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Jan 5th, 2008 06:42 PM |
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General Kaliero
F = ma, beeyotches.
Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
"Arnia, Wraith. My home planet. I just had a vision, an actual vision. Telling me to go back to Arnia."
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Jan 5th, 2008 10:13 PM |
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General Zink
Bane
Gender: Male
Location: Evil high-backed chair |
Wraith drops out of his bunk.
"Arnia? But that's in the Republic, Dak. Why the hell would you want to go there?"
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Jan 6th, 2008 03:09 AM |
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General Kaliero
F = ma, beeyotches.
Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
"It's not about me wanting to go, you idiot. The Force is telling me to go. Besides, Arnia barely counts as Republic. Self-regulated, self-maintained."
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Jan 6th, 2008 03:30 AM |
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General Zink
Bane
Gender: Male
Location: Evil high-backed chair |
Wraith grinds his teeth.
"How do you know its safe for you to head back? Barely Republic or not, we're wanted men, right? I doubt Arnia enjoys mass murderers more than the Republic."
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Jan 12th, 2008 07:00 AM |
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General Kaliero
F = ma, beeyotches.
Gender: Male
Location: "Kidnapping" Peach |
"I don't know, Wraith, damnit. But I think something big is about to happen. A war. And I'm meant to be there. To lead... someone... to victory. My victory."
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Jan 12th, 2008 07:03 AM |
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General Zink
Bane
Gender: Male
Location: Evil high-backed chair |
Wraith seems agitated about the whole thing and makes no attempts to hide it.
"How do you even know?" Wraith asks. "The Force could only have shown a possible future, not a definite one."
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