Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Naria's balance failed her as she wobbled the numbers in her head. As if all sense of balance and ups and downs was rejected by her mind, she fell of the stationary chair and landed on her behind. Had any bounty hunter ever recieved that amount of credit before? Not even in holovids had she seen the numbers that circled her head be mentioned to a bounty hunter.

4.000.000 credits was more than enough for a lesser vessel. It was even enough to free her brother. Then, of course, she would never do so, but simply having the means to do it brought great satisfaction to her.

She professionally grabbed the edge of the table and pulled herself up, returing to a fairly expressionless face and she sat straight on the chair.

"I accept, handsome. For that price, I'll do anything you desire and for as long as so is desired- be it a day or a lifetime contract. Heck, I'll marry you"

Her professional emotionless face turned to a smile and a wink as she returned to her laidback self and leaned back on the chair once more.

*

"You and your men has nothing to fear now. You and your men are safe. I have no intentions of any further harm. Do not blow this up, because if you touch me, if you bring me away with intentions of caging me, this happy ending will not last for long" Throttle's voice was calm, yet sad at the same time. He felt the blood run down his forehead, for as the visor of his helmet had been cracked, pieces of it had cut across his face and head.

"You see, captain, I am not in a hostile state right now. I have however sworn to myself that I am never to be caged- EVER. You and your men are safe now, but I rather die than get caged. And I wont die without a fight, captain, I asure you.

Of course, you could always put a blaster shot in the back of my head now. You could end the threat that you so constructivly believe I am, in this state of mind. You could listen to the calling of your pride after having recieved a rejection to your order about taking me in- and end me right here.

However. We both know that if you would miss for whatever reason- be it me dodging, you sweating, or perhaps my armor simply succeed at shielding me, and I do get hold of a weapon, be it yours, or be it the grenades in my magneticly sealed armor compartment, or my own rifle that lays exactly 2.79 meters away from me now, or the blaster pistol roughly 1.5 meters away- if I get hold of any one of those, lives that does not have to end- very well so might. And if you then survive, will you be able to convince yourself that even with the losses, it was worth it?

Perhaps you decide to underestimate me? You are a trained soldier. I am injured on the ground. My face, my head is turned away from you. Perhaps will you have the time to lift that lowered gun and end my pathetic life?

I have no intentions in running, captain. Don't be stupid and arrest me"

(what resistance does Throttle have to stun bolts? How about 13 stun bolts?)

Juion didn't flinch when she said '4,000,000 credits' but he did smile. "I'm afraid your math is incorrect; 2,000,000 is what I am offering, though if you wish for 4,000,000 then it probably would be a lifetime contract." He smiled and stood up. "However you can still take Tubba's contract and get paid an extra 500,000 credits by simply completing your contract and you would have made an extra 25% or at least 13.5% thats around 4,500,000. Now I'm sure you should really think it over first." The captain sat again, quite pleased with her shocked reaction.

(Throttle's armor as mentioned at page 61 has a micro energy field generator, stygian triprismatic polymers, a ceramic plate layer and durasteel reinforcement. His resistance is high normally. However, his armor as well as he himself is damaged/injured. Even though he would previously have been practically immune, he is vulnerable to it right now.
To make a long answer short- his resistance is low/not existant 😛)

"Very well." The captain inclined his head and he spoke into his private com. When he looked back up 12 stun blasts sailed passed him and slammed into Throttle's weakened armour. Some were dispersed by his field generator, but the rest penetrated it. "Enough to subdue four wookies." He fired two stun blasts on full power at him. Several Dark troopers came up behind him. (If he moved then subsequent rounds of stun blasts would be fired, then stun grenades would be thrown by the Dark troopers)

(She never said 4.000.000, she only thought about it 😉 I will play along though. The numbers came as a shock to her. Balance was not everything she lost 😛)

"Think it over? Baby, you could offer me 1.000.000 and I would be yours. Not that I want you to. I like the sound of 2.000.000, or 4.000.000, or 4.500.000 at that. My words remain intact. For that price, I'll be yours for life. Heck, I'll name my first born after you, whatever your name was now again"

She got up from where she was seated. Even though her balance and mind was running wildly, she had never thought clearer. For that price, she would charge the Sith Lord himself if the captain gave the command. Hopefully he wont, but she would do it.

She walked across the room in the direction of the captain, and when not far from him at all, she jumped and sat down on the table by his side.

"Oh captain, oh captain, I am yours if you want me. Say the words, and Tubba will cease to be my promised prince charming. It'll be you, me, whatever your running and the galaxy" She paused briefly "And the grand admiral of course"

It all came too quickly. The impacts, the dazzling shocks, the stinging penetrations and the metaphoric stab in the back. It stung heavily, and even though Throttle wished to scream- he remained completely silent as he was litteraly filled with stun shots. His genetic manipulation allowed him to take unnatural amounts of injections, but he of course was not invincible, nor was his armor.

He felt how his nerv-system started disfunctioning, as well as how his mind was coming into a partial lockdown. The pain turned num, as did his whole body. He did however, before falling unconcious by the massive daze and nerval shutdowns, succeed at uttering a few words:

"Force fields .... won't .... be .... enough, captain"

"Of course..." Juion agreed. "Though I doubt we'll go that far." He looked her up and down. "I'm sure, for that money, I could have you walking naked up and down that hallway.. in fact, you can do just that." Of course he wouldn't make her do that, nothing too perverted. He hoped anyway, she was quite beautiful... No! I have a wife! He thought.

"HAH! Hold my robe, handsome. I have a date with a hallway" She said with a grin and jumped down from the table where she sat. She stripped herself of the robe that slid down her arm to the floor by the captains feet. What remained after the robe had dropped was really not much. Her upper body was bare and her lower was extremely light clothed.

This was how she was normally dressed. A robe, a belt and wrapping that kept it attached to her body and very light underwear right beneath the robe- although only on the lower regions. She then kicked her boots of, but kept her large leather gloves and lower underwear on.

She then started walking towards the hallway, and as she passed the captain, she stroke her hand along his chin, kissed the air before him and then walked down the hallway. She shook her head to remove the red hair from her face, and as she had reached the halt of the hallway, she turned and walked back- a constant smile on her face.

Her walk was elegant, swift and light at the same time. Even when she was commanded to simply walk, she walked like what she was- an assassin. Her bare feet touched the ground, but very lightly. She patted a trooper on the head as she passed him, and then turned to focus her eyes on the captain again.

"Although I wish to remind you that I am a hired gun. Not a hired girl" Her voice was soft, sensual and she winked as she approached- in her return from the walk trough the hallway.

Forrester looked at the exo-suited Black hole commando and sighed. "No, force fields are meaningless to a Sith Lord, especially if she finds out." Thankfully, for Forrester, she was safely within the reach of the Ysalamiri field. He made a hand signal. "Get a float bed out here, then take him to the bacta tank in medical building 3."

"Yes, sir." The troopers moved off, along with the medics.

The captain tapped his com for the base. "Get Commander Aya...what?...then inform her...yes...just do it." He helped the medics place Throttle onto the float bed.

***

"Commander, there has been a slight situation, you need to go to Med-building 3 now."

Aya looked startled then turned to the officer. "The medical building? Why?"

The officer whispered something to her.

"Oh..." She handed her drink to Corran without bothering to ask and followed the officer out, as she passed Banis, she paused for a split second then decided that the wrath of a Sith Lord could wait. The commander replaced her helmet, catching Banis's eyes as she did so, the walked out of the room.

Daran followed her with his eyes. "Strange."

Juion smiled at her, a professional curtesy at best. "Please, put your dress back on, for what it is worth, that was simply a test, but I didn't think you would do it. Well done." He stood up, keeping his exression solid as he picked up her clothes and offered them to her. "Now, I will need to set up a credit line with you. 500,000 in advance, exactly what the Hutts intended on paying you." He produced a datapad and set it down on the table.

*Back with Satana*

The medics moved the sled onto the shuttle and sat around it, with several of them working on Raz as best they could.

The lead doctor looked at Satana. "You're not a Jedi, so who are you? A local?" The shuttle lifted off and flew above the trees heading towards the base. "Would you like anything?"

"I'm fine thank you." Satana shook her head and watched the men working on Raz carefully. "No.. I come from Jacen's fleet... Came from his anyways. I'm wanted by him now for fleeing. Which doesnt make sence.. I am not a Jedi. I had no place on that ship." She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "I know these guys," she said nodding her head in Raz's direction." Because I spent a few years with them when I was younger while I was hiding from slave traiders." She leaned back and staired at the floor.

*night*

night hun *hugs and kisses*))

Darth Banis watched as the officer entered the room. She followed him with her eyes all to the point when he halted by Aya's side. She held her hands crossed and closed her eyes with a deep breath. As they were done talking, Banis opened her eyes again and they started heading towards the exit. She could have followed if she wanted to. She had the authority to do so. But no, she decided to leave it to those in charge.

She turned then to Daran that had uttered the word 'strange'. Banis shook her head and turned it then towards him "Not strange. Natural. Throttle is a predator in a herd of cannoks. They are of the same race, but of different specieses. He will have to learn to adapt, or perish"

*

"Wouldn't do it? I'm a professional, sweetheart. You pay, I obey" She said with a grin as she gently took a hold of his hand that held her outfit and then grabbed her robe with utmost care. She pulled it over her head and made sure that the belt was wrapped tight again. She then bent down and grabbed her boots, and as she got back up, she leaned with her back towards the captain as she equiped herself with them. She adjusted her hair and then walked past the captain once again, patting him on the head before she then jumped onto the table and sat down on it, by his side. She then grabbed the datapad that he had placed there and smiled towards him "500.000 in advance is more than fair enough. So we have a date then, handsome. Any more tests before we enter the heat of action?" She grinned and with the datapad on her lap she leaned forth and looked at the captain.

"And the payment?" The dark voice thundered over the holographic com-link. The cloaked figure was large, even on the images projected. The representative on the other side of the link laughed, too cloaked, wishing to remain unknown. "10.000.000. Your success has been guaranteed, Duke, and that's why you get nothing in advance" The lesser sized figure said with a calm and assertive tone. "I require a ship as well. I can not avoid being tied to this act once it is done. There are laws which even I cannot ignore with impunity" The large figure responded. The representative sighed "As long as no ties lead to me, you can do this however you wish" the figure responded.

"It will be done, sir, and these are my demands ...."

As the shuttle carrying Raz and Satana landed and the ramp lowered, the medic's quickly brought the sled into the medical building. "The waiting area is through thei, ma'am."

A medical droid wheeled by. "He is in good hands." The droid said in flat calming tones.

***

Captain Juion stood back away from the assasin. "Good, I'm glad you accept." He offered a hand to shake and seal the deal. He'd have a word with Tubba later on.

***

Daran turned back to the 'party' and smiled. The Dark troopers were putting their hemets back on. "Hmmm. Natural?"

***

Grand Admiral Thrawn walked into the building, passed the saluting Aya, and continued up the hallway. Then he paused and smiled. A squib, oh very clever. Thrawn told Stele to enter the room, the he turned and headed for the meeting room.

Vassisk looked up when Thrawn entered. "Admiral." He moved to stand.

"At ease gentlemen, remain seated." Thrawn took the head of the table and spoke into his communicator. A minute later six Dark troopers entered and took positions around the room. Two staying on either side of the Admiral. "Now, show them in."

***

The medical team transported Throttle to the medical center. "Lets get his armour off and see what we can do, shall we?"

Darth Banis nodded "Throttle is violent by nature. It is his way of expressing himself. He can't help it however, for it is how he has lived his life since all the way back to birth. You imperials work with more care than he does. You live in the same galaxy, but at the same time in different realities. Throttle has never felt compassion, love or care in the same extent as most others. You will see that he is a lot different in behaviour to what you and most here are custom to"

*

Naria got down from the table and stood before the captain with a smile "Oh it's very accepted, handsome" She said and grabbed his hand tight. She then unexpectingly pulled the captain closer, placed her other hand behind his head and kissed him on the lips. She then pushed him away with a smirk on her face "Sealed with a kiss, captain oh captain. Now, lets go trough the details of the assignments. I need rules to break. How do you want this done?"

*

Throttle under the armor was not the sweetest sight. Not only was his face basically covered in blood, but he had scars from previous encounters all over his body. Scars indicating torture, scars indicating battle, scars indicating surgery and a lot of other injuries. His body alone, even without words, could tell quite the story.

Satana nodded and made her way to the waiting room without a word.

srry its so short didnt know what else to do)

One of the medics working on Raz came out to Satana half-an-hour later. "Are you ok?" He gave her a half hearted smile, which faded quickly. "We have to replace his spine and some of his tissue, and he needs internal reconstruction. We're not sure if you want that, but he needs some extensive surgery." The medic sounded like every-other medical professional when giving bad news, sincere and concerned. "Unfortunately, we cannot do the work here. With your permission, we will need to transfer him, as soon as possible, to our medical facility on... uh?" The medic paused. He wasn't allowed to reveal this information. "I'm sorry, we will need to transfer him to our facility, his injuries will soon be terminal." In other words, the wolf will die.

In another room, a few medics were working on stiching the cuts on Throttle's body and his face. They were keeping him sedated but not too heavily, not until the stun blasts wore off, which wouldn't be for several hours. They were going to put him into a bacta tank, but that would heal most of his scars. They needed permission.

***

Juion was close to being stunned by her move, though it fitted the profile of her in his mind. "R- right." He sat down. "Rules?" He turned to her. "Well, don't run in the halls, no earings other than studs, no fahion of any kind." He smiled. "I'm joking." He nodded to the Royal guard. "I will request you change into suitable attire. He will take you to a refresher station where you will be able to select the clothes." Juion hammered out the details on the datapad. "If you need me, I'll be on the bridge, the red clad elite over there will give you freedom to tour the ship while we are at full alert status." He smiled again and walked out, leaving her and the royal guard behind.

***

Admiral Vassisk stepped into the room and smiled. "Attention!" He snapped. All of the troops in the room, bar the Mandolorian's and Banis, assumed a ridged posture and saluted. The room quietened. "Supreme Grand Admiral Thrawn will see you now, Jacen." He glanced at Banis. "You may attend as well."