Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Vassisk raised an eyebrow. "That was what i have been preparing..." He glanced into the room, saw Daran and Banis keeping things interesting and turned back to the NDA admiral. "Come. You can tell me about the kid while we walk." The grand admiral smiled and motioned for Gren to follow. "This way." He proceded to walk.

***

Daran smiled. "Good to hear that she's recoverig from her overly inflated ego being wounded." He made the quick observation that the amount of conflicting ego in the room was crushing. Also, and he had to glance at Banis for this, his factions commander had just dismissed him and he wasn't sure weather to obey or not.

"Oh really..." her smile became a playfull grin "...so your saying you enjoyed your oil-bath more than my help?" She glanced at Jacen. "He know how you escaped?"

***

The turbolift stopped and Juion disembaked. He started walking down a near empty hallway except for two red clad Royal Guards flanking the grand admirals quarters, and several Dark Troopers posted around the hallway. They ignored the captain and his guest, or at least appeared to, but anyone could tell that their senses were alert, ready for action. "Now now, miss Naria. I'm sure we will not have to stoop to such levels as to ask questions of the Hutts." He called over one Dark Trooper and a Royal guard then gestured Naria into a coferance room and took a seat at the head of the table. The guards followed them in and quickly assumed their expected positions, with the Royal guard standing behind the Bounty Hunter and the Dark Trooper moving into the position of body guard for the captain. "Okay, what makes you believe you are even qualified? Let alone trust-worthy enough?"

gren followed the grand admiral, motioning for the others to follow as well. the group proceeded to follow, still keeping david in the middle with the three droids.

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Vassisk raised an eyebrow. "That was what i have been preparing..." He glanced into the room, saw Daran and Banis keeping things interesting and turned back to the NDA admiral. "Come. You can tell me about the kid while we walk." The grand admiral smiled and motioned for Gren to follow. "This way." He proceded to walk.

***

Daran smiled. "Good to hear that she's recoverig from her overly inflated ego being wounded." He made the quick observation that the amount of conflicting ego in the room was crushing. Also, and he had to glance at Banis for this, his factions commander had just dismissed him and he wasn't sure weather to obey or not.

"Oh really..." her smile became a playfull grin "...so your saying you enjoyed your oil-bath more than my help?" She glanced at Jacen. "He know how you escaped?"

***

The turbolift stopped and Juion disembaked. He started walking down a near empty hallway except for two red clad Royal Guards flanking the grand admirals quarters, and several Dark Troopers posted around the hallway. They ignored the captain and his guest, or at least appeared to, but anyone could tell that their senses were alert, ready for action. "Now now, miss Naria. I'm sure we will not have to stoop to such levels as to ask questions of the Hutts." He called over one Dark Trooper and a Royal guard then gestured Naria into a coferance room and took a seat at the head of the table. The guards followed them in and quickly assumed their expected positions, with the Royal guard standing behind the Bounty Hunter and the Dark Trooper moving into the position of body guard for the captain. "Okay, what makes you believe you are even qualified? Let alone trust-worthy enough?"

Originally posted by DangerousBeauty

Satana nodded and waved the medic away. "Yes I'm fine." Slowly she moved to Raz's side, looking down at him sadly. "Hang in there hun."

*glances at the big eh, throws this up here, kicks eh in the shin, and walks out*

cry why are you ignoring db ??? ))

they've been ignoring me love... I left but eh brought me back... i dont know why.. i have no place in this rp anymore. *hugs* you're so nice darkbox.))

hmm wat was that?😛
i already explained it to you db

yeah i know.... but you still could have told me you WERE PURPOSELY IGNORING MY CHARACTER!))

"Who said anything about humor and jokes? Do you not believe that the nature of each planet- that the universe speaks to us, if we only listen? That the rock outside has a history of its own, and that every action around it makes an impact and leave trails of its happening?" she asked Kara and then turned to Vaird "Indeed?"

She turned then to Daran, and shaked her head. For now, where she was, so would he be. She gestured with one hand for him to remain on scene, before crossing them once again. She wished for him to remain for numerous reasons. The prime one would be that she was supposed to teach him, and she believed that observation and being present was the best way of learning. She spoke not, however, considering it would not be necessary.

*

"Well .... to begin with, captain, if I wanted your admiral dead, I would not ask for permission to see him first. He is careless enough with his walks and friends. Taking him out wouldnt be very hard if it was my intentions. A plain infiltration would have him bite the dust. My success is also guaranteed to you by the bounty hunter guilds" She paused then, having a look around. She grinned to herself then and placed her feet ontop of the table in front of her.

"Trust my words, handsome. I know the heads of all whom could be interested in taking out the bounty. Most of them are just muscles and no brain. What your looking at right here is brains, muscles and beauty" She without modesty told the captain, referring to herself and with a smirk on her face. She had her hands behind her head and leaned back somewhat on the chair- in a relaxing manner.

*

Blood drowned, scraped bodysuit, a bad temper and dried out ammo. That was only a minor starter of what could be determined by just looking at the partially limping black hole commando Throttle as he approached the camp. His visor was half cracked open and the one visible thing trough the otherwise black visor was one eye, and the eye didnt hold a look of satisfaction. As he limped forth, he held right his hand over his injured left arm, and his gaze was focused straight ahead. What else was noticeable was how he walked into the camp alone. Not even the commando following him.

"Sir, are you alright?" A trooper approached the obviously ticked of man. Without a word, Throttle delivered a mighty punch into the chest of the trooper- purely in anger. Anger which was something he had been trained to express troughout his entire life. As the trooper bent forth in pain, Throttle took a grab of the throat with his injured left arm and took the trooper back straight onto his feet. He then delivered a clear right punch into the helmet of the trooper and he was litteraly grounded without moving.

"To question my well-being after a battle is an insult. Any reason why I wouldnt be alright? I ALWAYS FINISH MY MISSIONS!" He snapped at the punched down trooper as Throttle kept walking towards the central building. The only true reason why the trooper had even survived Throttle was because Throttle wanted the words to spread. He wanted people to know that Throttle's competence was NOT to be questioned.

Originally posted by Obsidian Fury
"Who said anything about humor and jokes? Do you not believe that the nature of each planet- that the universe speaks to us, if we only listen? That the rock outside has a history of its own, and that every action around it makes an impact and leave trails of its happening?" she asked Kara and then turned to Vaird "Indeed?"

She turned then to Daran, and shaked her head. For now, where she was, so would he be. She gestured with one hand for him to remain on scene, before crossing them once again. She wished for him to remain for numerous reasons. The primary one would be that she was supposed to teach him, and she believed that observation and being present was the best way of learning. She spoke not, however, considering it would not be necessary.

Daran nodded and remained, quietly watching the party.

(EH, just make Corran's story up, besides I asked a diffrent question so re-read the post..)

"Well .... to begin with, captain, if I wanted your admiral dead, I would not ask for permission to see him first. He is careless enough with his walks and friends. Taking him out wouldnt be very hard if it was my intentions. A plain infiltration would have him bite the dust. My success is also guaranteed to you by the bounty hunter guilds" She paused then, having a look around. She grinned to herself then and placed her feet ontop of the table in front of her.

"Trust my words, handsome. I know the heads of all whom could be interested in taking out the bounty. Most of them are just muscles and no brain. What your looking at right here is brains, muscles and beauty" She without modesty told the captain, referring to herself and with a smirk on her face. She had her hands behind her head and leaned back somewhat on the chair- in a relaxing manner.

Captain Juion nodded, plexing his fingers together. "No, what I'm looking at is a bounty hunter, and I'm afraid you have the disadvantge of not being trusted, as you can always be bought by the highest bidder, be it Tubba, or his rival Gradda. However, what if I am to tell you we would be interested in hiring out your services to the Empire. Name your price." The captain leaned back into his chair. "Miss Naria, who is putting out this bounty on the grand admiral?"

Blood drowned, scraped bodysuit, a bad temper and dried out ammo. That was only a minor starter of what could be determined by just looking at the partially limping black hole commando Throttle as he approached the camp. His visor was half cracked open and the one visible thing trough the otherwise black visor was one eye, and the eye didnt hold a look of satisfaction. As he limped forth, he held right his hand over his injured left arm, and his gaze was focused straight ahead. What else was noticeable was how he walked into the camp alone. Not even the commando following him.

"Sir, are you alright?" A trooper approached the obviously ticked of man. Without a word, Throttle delivered a mighty punch into the chest of the trooper- purely in anger. Anger which was something he had been trained to express troughout his entire life. As the trooper bent forth in pain, Throttle took a grab of the throat with his injured left arm and took the trooper back straight onto his feet. He then delivered a clear right punch into the helmet of the trooper and he was litteraly grounded without moving.

"To question my well-being after a battle is an insult. Any reason why I wouldnt be alright? I ALWAYS FINISH MY MISSIONS!" He snapped at the punched down trooper as Throttle kept walking towards the central building. The only true reason why the trooper had even survived Throttle was because Throttle wanted the words to spread. He wanted people to know that Throttle's competence was NOT to be questioned.

"What is it?"

Sentry Post: "Throttle has gone a uh, actually sir, I'm a little confused, he just attacked one of our troops... I- uh crap! Oh my L-" The comm dissolves into static.

"Sentry? Sentry!" Forrester turned to the nearest Elite Stormtrooper. "Assemble two squads on me NOW!!" He runs off to the sentry post. "Get me a medical team to sentry post 11 now!"

At the sentry post, Throttle had just shot two sentry's for questioning his well being. "Sir, sir! SIR!!" One of the scouts pleaded before a hand cracked his face, he collapsed lifeless."

gren entered the meeting room along with daren, leaving the gaurd droids alone with david. gren sat down while daren stood behind him, or rather leaning against the wall. gren smiled and began, "so why did you call for this meeting grand admiral?"

((just a note, the reason gren is making the droids is because they are cheaper and infinitely faster to train than live soldiers. he also has plans of reorganizing the old trade federation as a way for the imperial alliance to get supplies and income.))

"Well honestly, it wasn't me that called for it however it was Thrawn who decided upon it. So you tried to tell me about the kid over Durolian, tell me now while we have privacy."

In the hallway, one of the officers who had been tagging along with Vassisk eyed the heartless droids and snorted. "Useless rust-piles! There is a reason droids aren't allowed in Cantina's and your it."

the droids peered at eachother for a moment before one raised its rifle arm. "move along."

gren smiled. "i see. well, i have for some time required someone skilled in the force to work as an assasin. when we gave the boy some physical examinations and scanned his bloodstream we found that his mideclorian count was high enough to give him potential of using the force. in short he was the candidate i was looking for. and now we are trying to find someone to train him. when i first discovered that darth banis was here i thought it would be an oppurtunity to have him trained, not in the ways of the dark side, but just the force in general."

((another note. my gaurd droids armor is made to look as dark and menacing as possible. also, there weapons are built in to their arms like my war droids. my gaurds carry verpine shatter rifles with a grenade launcher under the main barrel. ammo is stored in a cavity on their back, where it is belt fed into the weapon. will post diagram soon.))

Vassisk nodded. "Ah, yes. Well the meeting will be held here but you may go in and get something to eat first."

***

Grand admiral Thrawn's shuttle touched down in the base and he disembarked. No honor guard, no guards at all in fact. Only Stele accompanied him. Thrawn made his way over to the main building.

gren smiled . "ahh, thank you but i just ate."

daren began walking out, heading for the mess hall. he entered and began by grabbing a clean plate and piling various meats, fruits, veggies, and sauces on it. he then snatched a glass and filled it with a sweet juice with some alcohol mixed in. "now we're talkin." he found an empty seat next to the sii' ruuvi and began downing the food. he glanced around, trying to figure out the species they all came from.

"You with to bid over Tubba, captain?" Her voice was humored and her face glew in satisfaction- both at smile and eyes. She took her feet down from the table and leaned forth in the chair. She placed her hands on the table and looked at him "You and I have no experience at all, this is obviously the first time you have heard of me, the hutt that I serve is determined to keep your admiral alive and the advesary of a bounty that we might be dealing with has origin relatively unknown. All this, and yet you offer to bid me over?"

She was surprised, impressed and curious at the same time. She did not understand why he would make such an offer to one that he had never met before. Perhaps was his reliance in Tubba great, or perhaps had she given out a good first impression. Perhaps was they desperate, or perhaps simply eager to shield all entrances by buying what shouldn't be fought.

"Tubba offered me 500.000 credits, 100.000 in advance and the other 400.000 when I am dismissed from the bounty. Since I have taken collateral early cash from Tubba, your offer should be mighty fine if you expect me to simply give 100.000 plus 400.000 away for what could be a false alarm.

Your ask me who is placing a bounty on your admirals head? I have no idea, captain. It could be one of the Hutts, but since Tubba has no idea- I highly doubt it. He is rather well-connected"

Throttle watched the combat formations that were taking place. He shook his head with a sigh and kept on limping forth. He watched back on each of the troopers who had been the missfortunate souls that had gotten in his way.

Throttle had always been known for a short fuse and also that when angry, he could do the most unimaginable things. He could not care less about the stormtroopers, but when a squad of his commando had gotten slain by an unexpected party of Jedi, that was not mentioned in the details, it simply put- ticked him of. Had he known them coming, or known there'd be a chance that they were present, he would've been ready for them, but this risk had not been mentioned.

He could, however, not blame Aya, even though she was then one that had providen the details of the mission. Why not? That was due to many reasons. One would be that in some strange, to him unexplainable way, he had grown quite the attractivity to her. Another, and of course, the most obvious and true, but the toughest one for him to admit- how would she have known?

Throttle then fell to his knees. Not out of pain, or the injuries that he had suffered. Not because the soldiers, that were in fact his allies- only with their guns raised towards him- and with all right- no, not because of that. Neither did he fall to his knees because he wished to die. No, his judgement was stronger than that. HE was stronger than that.

In his anger and with his skills, had he wanted to, this base would fall. Strategical destruction, hostile manipulation and warfare- that was the life of Throttle. Yet .... he knew that would not dampen his anger. Not all revenge in the world would.

Darth Banis had taught Throttle to use anger instead of give into remorse and sympathy. Throttle had climbed the ladder of position trough his temper. They both knew- him and Banis- that it would one day be the death of him.

Was today that day? Was now that time? He doubted it. These soldiers did not have the guts to shoot him. They feared he would live, and they feared what he could do to them if he did.

Then why was Throttle angry? It was the most simple thing, and the only logical explanation why violence and destruction could not dampen his anger. Usually, he could take it out on any nearby trooper. Now he had taken it out on both the Jedi that he encountered, and numerous Imperial Alliance troopers. Not this time. This time he was angry .... with himself.

Throttle then fell to his stomach. Again, not out of pain or injury, nor out of fear for the soldiers surrounding him, or fear of death. He fell to his stomach and Throttle, for the first time in his life- cried.

The wartorn warrior, the currently mentally destroyed elite soldier, the proud trooper, and the personfied weapon of mass destruction was angry with himself and he cried. He laid straight on the ground, laid on his stomach with his hands over the back of his head and his legs stretched right out. He laid down and cried.

He cried because he did not know why. That was the true reason. He was becoming a mental wreck and he did not know why. He was too afraid to admit that he was angry with himself. Too stubborn. Too proud. He was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to be Ray Throttle. He was supposed to be the Black Hole Elite that could kill an armed Jedi with his bare hands. Supposed to be the man that when struck down, would get right back up again. The man that feed on anger instead of falling victim to it.

But what was he? A man in tears. A man in distress that not even he himself was aware of.

daren burped loudly, finishing the last of his food. "ahh, that feels much better." he peered at the squeeb, who was touching his cheek. "what the fierfek do you want fuzzy?"

Captain Forrester was at the head of the two squads of Elite Stormtrooper's and he watched Throttle fall to his knees, then onto his stomach, the Elite's blaster's following each move as if a big targting laser had been painted on him. Forrester's helmet sensors told him that the man was injured and would need medical attention soon. "Lower your weapons men, where is the medical team?" He tilted his head to the side.

"They are on their way, sir." His lieutenant replied.

Forrester nodded his helmeted head slightly and he took several steps towards Throttle. "I am placing you under arrest by order of the Imperial Alliance." He had his blaster rifle lowered but he would redily snap it up. He could see the man was crying and experiance told him it wasn't from anyting but emotional pain. He did not question him and waited for the medical team.

Originally posted by Obsidian Fury
"You with to bid over Tubba, captain?" Her voice was humored and her face glew in satisfaction- both at smile and eyes. She took her feet down from the table and leaned forth in the chair. She placed her hands on the table and looked at him "You and I have no experience at all, this is obviously the first time you have heard of me, the hutt that I serve is determined to keep your admiral alive and the advesary of a bounty that we might be dealing with has origin relatively unknown. All this, and yet you offer to bid me over?"

She was surprised, impressed and curious at the same time. She did not understand why he would make such an offer to one that he had never met before. Perhaps was his reliance in Tubba great, or perhaps had she given out a good first impression. Perhaps was they desperate, or perhaps simply eager to shield all entrances by buying what shouldn't be fought.

"Tubba offered me 500.000 credits, 100.000 in advance and the other 400.000 when I am dismissed from the bounty. Since I have taken collateral early cash from Tubba, your offer should be mighty fine if you expect me to simply give 100.000 plus 400.000 away for what could be a false alarm.

Your ask me who is placing a bounty on your admirals head? I have no idea, captain. It could be one of the Hutts, but since Tubba has no idea- I highly doubt it. He is rather well-connected"