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| Kenas Annig | Date: Sunday, 20 Feb 2011, 8:18 AM | Message # 1 |
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Mira_Naeva was in the Underlevels again. She hated it there, but Animus had given her something to do, so she was re-tracing their steps from a while before. The night of the disastrous attempt at capturing a Jedi. Anubis_Xerxes The rogue clone commando had been on the Imperial Center for a while now, evading the sight of Imperial patrols. He didn't come in his usual y-wing starfighter, instead choosing to abandon it. Anubis knew very well keeping the fighter would lead the Imperials to him. The clone paid a freelance a nice charter to the Imperial Center, because /c/
Anubis_Xerxes he heard about a possible Jedi sighting. Ever since he fell out of contact with Trask, he decided to resume his search for the survivors of the Jedi Order. The man didn't abandon his armor though, opting to leave it at a secure location somewhere in the galaxy. However, he brought the weaponry with him. There were a couple of EWHB-12 heavy /c/
Anubis_Xerxes repeating blasters inside the holsters that were attached to the belt hidden away inside the jacket he was wearing. In addition to that, he was holding a DC-17m blaster rifle and a Knuckle plate vibro blade hidden away as well. Anubis was walking mostly along the alleyways to avoid the patrols. Kenas Annig : -\ To say the Underlevels of Coruscant were overcrowded was a great understatement. The Jedi was clad in a long, charcoal raincoat - concealing his weapons from stormtrooper patrols. He moved with the crowds, remaining as incognito as possible. The street on this level had shops and clubs on both sides of him. At the center of the /c/
Kenas Annig : platform was a large gapping hole. Down within, through the haze and smog one could see the neon lights of another platform miles below. There was one stormtrooper patrol in the area, three soldiers seemed idle while two others spoke with a cloaked man outside of a nightclub. Kenas kept his distance. \- Anubis_Xerxes The clone commando's loyalty for the Galactic Republic/Galactic Empire had been tested when the order to exterminate the Jedi had come, and he had chosen to rescind the orders. For that, he had been hunted by the Empire ever since. However, unlike several Imperial fugitives, he was good at evading their sights. It was his specialty during /c/
Anubis_Xerxes the Clone Wars, working deep behind the enemy lines. It was for this reason alone that he had been able to evade Imperial patrols, and he also had hoped to find the prospective Jedi before the Imperials had in order to get him off the Imperial Center. Anubis continued to move through alleyways. Kenas Annig : -\ One of the vendors accosted Kenas, insisting to him that he purchase some of his wears. Kenas had on his person a good deal of money, received from a sympathetic senator. As he looked at the small alien's items, he found nothing of note. The vendor still insisted Kenas buy something, so he politely out he had no use for speeder vouchers, more clothing, or /c/
Kenas Annig : burgers made from duracrete slugs. Then, Kenas felt a disturbance. His senses picked up on the growing anxiety originating from the stormtroopers across the opening. As he looked over, someone was shouting. The man in the cloak was being forcibly arrested. The squad shed their complacency. Kenas identified the shouting from /c/
Kenas Annig : a small, humanoid woman. The crowd of people gave the scene room, backing away from the presence of the rifles. Kenas had a bad feeling, the fear and anxiety in the air could be cut by a knife. Suddenly, the woman broke free from the grip of her protectors. She bashed into the nearest stormtrooper, whom immediately responded by striking her and shoving her /c/
Kenas Annig : to the floor. One of her companions went for his blaster while another moved to her side. "Weapon!" shouted one of the stormtroopers. Blasterfire erupted between the two parties, within moments two civilians were down. One stormtrooper had a smoking black crater on his chestplate, he dropped to his knees and sank further into a heap of plastic /c/
Kenas Annig : plastic white armor. The cuffed man sprang to his feet and darted into the crowd, more blasterfire. \- Anubis_Xerxes The clone was heading toward an end of an alley when a firefight between civilians and stormtroopers ensued. He'd kneel behind a large recyclable bin, and watched the scene. Anubis didn't want to reveal himself, so he'd wait it out. Kenas Annig : -\ The humanoid woman was crawling to her fear, the man coming to her aid had been wounded during the first part of the firefight. Two stormtroopers were checking the vitals of their wounded squadmate, then went after the woman. The others had missed the prisoner. He was running with the crowd, across Anubis's vision and toward Kenas. /c/
Kenas Annig : The troopers opened up with their blaster rifles, scarlet bolts of energy cut into the crowd. Civilians dropped and their cuffed man was hit. He was still on his feet, however and swore to himself he wouldn't fall now. As the stormtroopers fired again, Kenas sprang into action. He flew over the crowd and landed between them and the stormtroopers./c
Kenas Annig : at is feet were the wounded, moaning in agony and fear. His lightsaber flew out of his coat and into his hands. Its emerald blade ignited and he swept the blade tightly across his form, deflecting the blasterfire into a nearby food stand and other harmless targets. "Jedi!" shouted one of the stormtroopers. As the blastefire continued to threaten /c
Kenas Annig : the civilians, not a single bolt hit an intended target. Kenas understood that he just gave himself away, but couldn't allow what he was witnessing to continue. The squad of troopers moved into a clumsy line and maintained their fire on him. \- Anubis_Xerxes The clone's eyes widened up when a lightsaber sprang to life and the stormtroopers shouted out "Jedi." Anubis knew he couldn't let an opportunity of a living Jedi go away, not after a Jedi died saving his life on the day of Order 66. He had seen an even bigger opportunity, the whites were getting themselves into a line. That had an indication /c/
Anubis_Xerxes of confidence not for shooting down a Jedi, but that no one would go aid the Knight. That is, if this Jedi is indeed a Knight. Anubis raise the DC-17 rifle before getting himself out from behind the bin, aiming and fired two shots. Each shot would head toward their head, showing a clear indication that he was trained in warfare. Anubis also /c/
Anubis_Xerxes hoped his shots would distract the whites from the Jedi, at least momentarily. This way, the Jedi could move in for the kill. Kenas Annig : -\ Of the four stormtroopers, two were downed by the well-aimed fire from Anubis. The survivors had grown frustrated by the fact none of their fire was hitting because of the Jedi and his lightsaber. In response to additional hostiles, one applied covering fire while the other actually began to fall back. The crowds had cleared the street, /c/
Kenas Annig : living behind the combatants, the dead, and the dying. Kenas noticed the other shooter as he advanced on the stormtroopers. This provoked them to concentrate their fire from Anubis back to him. He shifted his lightsaber across his center, slapped away in the incoming fire. Kenas concentrated on the next three shot in particular. After moving /c/
Kenas Annig : the running a good three meters closer, he connected his green blade with each bolt in a single sweep. The first struck the floor directly before them while the next two hit one trooper just below the face visor and the second on the left side of his gut. Both dropped immediately, the wounded trooper groaning in agony. Kenas exhaled calmly, /c/
Kenas Annig : maintaining a steady breath. He surveyed the area once, shifted his gaze to Anubis, and then de-activated his lightsaber. The blade hissed as it slid back into the silver-tinted hilt. \- Anubis_Xerxes After the Jedi had taken care of the rest, Anubis would run over to the wounded trooper. He kept his rifle pointed at the man laying on the ground, "Don't do anything stupid." Anubis would then looked at the Jedi for a moment. The Jedi would be able to recognize the face of Anubis, a tempelate of Jango Fett. "We should leave the area before /c/
Anubis_Xerxes more of the whites arrive." While he did give the Jedi this advice, he stood his ground and kept his rifle pointed at the wounded stormtrooper to make sure the man wouldn't try to pull something off. Kenas Annig : -\ "A clone?" Kenas arched his brow in surprise. He glanced down to the wounded soldier. Slowly, he knelt down to him and policed his E-11 blaster rifle. Kenas suspected the helmets had a built-in camera, but didn't know if they were recording. Hopefully not. The woman and her companions were dead. There was no need to check them. /c/
Kenas Annig : Kenas could feel the difference from them to the stormtrooper at his feet. It wasn't safe here anymore. The clone was right, it was time to leave. \- Anubis_Xerxes Anubis would keep his rifle concentrated on the wounded stormtrooper as he slowly walks away, and looked around the surroundings. "You know more about Coruscant than I do, lead the way." He continued to walk backwards, keeping his rifle up in case stormtroopers come pouring in. Anubis was a wanted man, and so was Kenas. Two fugitives would /c/
Anubis_Xerxes attract more attention from the Empire, especially with a Jedi and a clone commando. Kenas Annig : -\ There would be time for proper introductions later. Kenas knew their safest bet was to disappear amongst the population again. "Very well," he replied. He stepped around the wounded stormtrooper, moving back to the alleyways Anubis had emerged from. Once they navigated the alleyways, they could find another street and more people. Kenas had a /c
Kenas Annig : feeling that reinforcement were on their way at the very moment. He moved with haste. In his hands, Kenas removed the powercells to the E-11 which could be easily converted for use on his own blaster. He dropped the dead blaster, leaving it behind. Anubis was still with him. Across the alleyways, was yet another street with neon signs and stores./c
Kenas Annig : The civilians here noticed the sounds of a firefight and people running, but were apathetic to it or confused as to what was happening. Kenas gestured to Anubis to follow, stepping into the street and moving across. The crowds here were as thick was the other was
before. \- Anubis_Xerxes The clone tries his best to conceal the rifle inside his jacket, following Kenas down the alleyways. He kept scanning the area with his own eyes, hoping that there aren't going to be any patrols nearby. Anubis continued to follow Kenas, heading into yet another street. They needed to get off Coruscant as soon as possible, but not when it's in a /c/
Anubis_Xerxes lockdown mode. There were a lot of witnesses at the scene, and one of them could very well tell one of the stormtroopers that there were a Jedi. Anubis shook the thought off, focusing on the task at hand. Kenas Annig : -\ The repulsorlift drives of an Imperial shuttle could be heard flying just over head. A second set down at the end of the platform, well within side of both Anubis and Kenas. The first moved over the scene of the firefight and set down there. Two squads of stormtroopers deployed from the closer shuttle, clearing the crowd from their LZ. Kenas /c/
Kenas Annig : paused as he watched Imperial soldiers. He was sure Anubis saw them too. His penetrative, dark eyes scanned the area carefully. Then, he saw an escape route. "There," he said, pointing to a cantina. The place had a rear exit, which would take them further from here. Any lifts in the area would be monitored soon, if they could just get far enough /c
Kenas Annig : first - they could make it to another platform. Kenas moved for the cantina immediately, wasting no time to enter as the patrols started to sweep the street. \- Anubis_Xerxes Anubis indeed did saw the stormtroopers, he was about to take the rifle out of his jacket in case they came for them. That was the moment Kenas spotted a nearby cantina. The clone immediately followed Kenas, heading for the cantina and entered before the patrols would do their job. Kenas Annig : -\ Their entrance went unnoticed, loud music and chatter kept them incognito. Kenas cut a path through the patrons towards the back, to a closed door. The bartender was busy handling drinks and didn't noticed as Kenas opened the door and started immediately down the dimly lit corridor. There were stairs leading downstairs and another door. /c/
Kenas Annig : The highlighted sign read 'Exit'. Kenas took this door. Outside was an empty alleyway littered with filth. A drugged man was slumped against a nearby wall, besides him there was no one else here. Kenas continued, carefully not to step on the druggie's legs. He glanced over his shoulder, checking if Anubis was still with him. If so, he said, "We /c/
Kenas Annig : need to get off this platform." After another moment, he said, "My name is Kenas Annig." \- Anubis_Xerxes He kept the rifle inside his jacket, stuffing it as much as possible due to walking through a narrow path with all the patrons around inside the cantina. When Kenas opened the door, he slipped past the door as not to have the door move much more than necessary to attract unwanted attention. He continued to follow the Jedi downstairs, until they /c/
Anubis_Xerxes came upon the door that reads "Exit." Anubis would use his hand to keep the door open for him to get into an empty alleyway with the Jedi. Finally, he was able to take out the rifle. Anubis would point the rifle left and right before lowering it little bit. He saw the druggie, simply walked around him. "No argument there, Jedi." Anubis continued /c
Anubis_Xerxes to look left and right before looking back at the Jedi that had revealed his name, "Anubis Xerxes, ex-clone commando at yo ur service."
Good judgement comes from bad experience, a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
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| Deece | Date: Tuesday, 22 Feb 2011, 9:56 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Deece didn't even pause to catch his breath as he dropped his E-11 on the ground and came to a sudden, crouching halt beside the wounded stormtrooper. TD-1220 was his number. Deece didn't know the name he went by. But still, he knew him. He had the unique connection to this stormtrooper that all stormtroopers had to each other; that they were, in fact, the same person. Deece pulled the wounded trooper's helmet off and found himself looking, in horror, at himself—eyes wide, full of fear and pain. The trooper's face was creased, and seemingly aged, with the knowledge that his death was imminent. His mouth was open, gasping for air that wasn't going to come through the grotesque wound to his throat. Beneath his helmet, Deece's mouth was open too, in shock. He had known many clones who had died, of course, and he had even heard them scream—his scream—on the field of battle. But he'd never looked into his own eyes and watched himself die, helplessly. He wanted to tell TD-1220 that everything would be all right, but he knew it wouldn't. Sure enough, the stormtrooper's pained expression finally relaxed, and his fearful eyes became vacant—lifeless. In that moment, something changed in Deece. Like a switch on a railroad track that will send a train on some new, distant journey, something in his mind was altered, ever so slightly. He didn't know it now, but his path in life had been forever changed in a way that the other clones, possibly even Gundark, wouldn't understand. Beneath his helmet, his eyes were bleary. He pulled his gloved hands, stained with blood, away from the stormtrooper's body and fell back on his rear, sitting, alone, on the duracrete amid the acrid smell of ozone and death. Rapier Squad had been nearby and was called in to reinforce Delta Squad, which had been on patrol in the market when they had spotted the woman and her companions—criminals, the lot of them, wanted for abducting street children and selling them into prostitution. Deece brought his gaze to bear on the woman, who's dead visage had become the ugly, wrinkled green face of the Clawdite that he really was. Then Deece saw, beyond the bodies, the retreating forms of the Jedi and his clone accomplice. Deece's brow furrowed, his muscles tensed. Without thinking, he seized his E-11 and leapt to his feet in immediate pursuit of the murderers. The other Rapiers ran after him, but somehow, even though they were genetically engineered and trained identically, Deece ran faster. Faster than the Rapiers, and faster than "Anubis Xerxes." Deece was animated by his rage, and his eagerness to run away from what he had just seen and kill the ones who had caused it. He heard the humming of Imperial shuttles descending on the scene, bringing the rest of the reinforcements; he heard the voice in his helmet comm advising him to wait for backup. He ignored it—he was the only one who'd seen the two men retreating in a hurry, and if he fell back now, he and the others would never catch them. So he pushed himself as hard and as fast as his legs would take him. The other Rapiers disappeared somewhere behind him. His plasteel armor clattered with each step, and his hands sweat inside his gloves around the grip of his blaster rifle. Within moments, he tore into the cantina and came to a stop in the door way. The Jedi and his companion had already gone out the back, and the patrons of the cantina looked at Deece confusedly. He heard another admonishment through his helmet, and pried it off angrily. A sort of appreciation came upon the silent patrons in the room as they saw the rage and determination on his face, and a few of them stepped aside and pointed meekly in the direction of the back door. Deece clutched his E-11, took a deep, measured breath, and shoved his way to the door that Kenas and Anubis had just passed through. He nudged it open. Deece paused behind the open door, however, using it as cover as he peered cautiously around it to see who else was in this filthy alley.
Corporal TS-111 ("Deece")
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| Gundark | Date: Thursday, 24 Feb 2011, 1:20 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "Where the bloody hell is he going!?" It was a valid question, to say the least; Deece wasn't normally one to break formation, and even if he did there would have been some warning to the rest of his squad. Even as the obvious question burst forth from Hitch's lips, Gundark had already taken to a run, chasing after his tank-brother as fast as his thick legs could carry him. Unfortunately, though Gundark did in-fact possess the same speed and strength as his brothers, he was weighed down by an extra 40-50 pounds of gear, and Deece slowly faded into but a small white dot at the edge of his vision. Not knowing what else to do, Gundark slowed to a complete stop, the remaining Rapiers behind him, and barked loudly into his communicator. "What the hell are you doing!?"
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| Deece | Date: Tuesday, 12 Apr 2011, 6:45 PM | Message # 4 |
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| "Anubis Xerxes, ex-clone commando at your service," Deece heard the clone say, in an all-too-familiar voice. He resisted the urge to scoff; this 'Anubis' might be an ex-commando, Deece thought, but he couldn't be an ex-clone. Well, he would be in a moment, if Deece had his way. Then again, the image of the other, dying clone was still fresh in his mind. That was hard enough to bear, but could Deece actually bring himself to kill a clone? A brother? He had heard the rumors about it happening at Kamino, of course, but never imagined having to do it himself. His expression darkened as he recalled, then, that this 'Anubis' had no hesitation to kill another clone only a moment ago. Treacherous aruetii, he thought as clutched his E-11 in hand. He shook his head, admonishing himself for losing his focus. There was a more immediate threat here—the Jedi, as 'Anubis' had called him. Deece was no fool. He had fought alongside the Jedi in the Clone Wars and knew how dangerous they were. He wasn't enthusiastic about going up against one by himself (not to mention a clone commando), but he couldn't let the Jedi and the aruetii escape, either. If he took them on here and held them here long enough, reinforcements could back him up. That was the plan anyway, such as it was. Deece reached behind him, quietly unlatched the thermal detonator from his belt, and entered his personal code into the device. Then he peered cautiously around the door, seeing 'Anubis' and the Jedi for the first time. And a man on the ground, clearly high on something. That would complicate things; he couldn't just kill an innocent man—that's what the Jedi had done a moment ago in the market, deflecting the fire of the stormtroopers into the crowd of civilians. At least that's how Deece had seen it, from some distance away. He glanced about him, noticing a dumpster on the other side of the alley only a couple of meters away. It was big and made of durasteel. It would do. He held his E-11 and the thermal detonator in one hand, keeping the other one free. Then he breathed in deeply, sighed, and moved. Sprinting from behind the door, Deece opened fire indiscriminately at the suspects. He didn't intend to hit them (although he wouldn't mind) but, rather, to send them to the duracrete or behind cover as Deece ran to the man on the ground, seized his arm, and used all the muscle in his arm and his legs to drag him with him behind the dumpster. He would manage to accomplish the feat in only 3 or 4 seconds—faster, he hoped, than 'Anubis' and the Jedi could return fire. Hurriedly, he set his thermal detonator to explode on a six-second timer (the shortest it could be set). He had an image in his mind of the Jedi using the Force—as Deece had seen done plenty of times—to push the detonator right back at him once he'd thrown it. But this wasn't the Clone Wars, and Deece was smarter than a battle droid. He counted to four, then lobbed the thermal detonator around the dumpster. Assuming it continued unimpeded, it would bounce from one wall to the ground beside the two fugitives. The druggie was muttering incomprehensibly, no doubt unhappy that a stormtrooper was practically sitting on top of him. "Cover your ears," Deece said to him, and did the same himself. Suddenly, he wished he had his helmet with him; if so, he'd be able to respond to Gundark. But despite this, he had a feeling Gundark and the other Rapiers wouldn't be too far behind him. He hoped not, at least.
Corporal TS-111 ("Deece")
"Rapier Squad," 1,001st Armored Infantry Brigade
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| Kenas Annig | Date: Wednesday, 20 Apr 2011, 7:58 PM | Message # 5 |
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| After the incoming fire, everyone reacted and focused their attention on the single shooter. Kenas saw the grenade and highlighted it for Anubis. "Grenade," he said. They would be within the blast radius after it ricocheted off the wall. He retreated immediately and concentrated on the thermal detonator. Kenas willed the device away from them, sending the tiny device away quickly across the filthy ground. It wasn't but a moment later that the alley was rocked by a globe of yellow and orange destruction. Kenas shifted from the heat of the blast, feeling the shudder beneath his feet. He and Anubis were outside of the blast by a short distance and left unharmed. The concussion and light had filled the alley with its brilliance, offering them an opportunity to escape. Another option was to stand and fight, which would only lead to more misery. War brought misery and Palpatine had used this instrument masterfully. Even before the blasterfire, Kenas could feel the painful emotions that tore at the soul of the trooper hunting him now. For him, sensing the approach of danger was something he lived with constantly. Better to flee. Ahead of Kenas was a fork. On the left was a short route back to the crowded street, though that would require them to go past the blast zone. The other direction was a longer route back to the street, with a total of three rear doors into the each respective building. A stack of crates offered concealment into closed door of the second building, but not the others. "Move," he said. Using the blast, he darted past the corner to the longer route and ran. He thought about their pursuer, whom likely had back up en route. Stormtroopers were rarely without their squad in support. He concentrated on the soldier again, remembering his anguish and feeling his fury. He sensed Deece wasn't wearing a helmet and likely wanted to delay Kenas and Anubis. He kept his legs moving swiftly, running with hopefully Anubis in tow. More of his focus came to Deece. Kenas waited until he was standing, knowing this without seeing him. A telekinetic wave of energy, concentrated before Deece's face, suddenly shot at in his direction like a great gust of wind. The force of impact would be enough to take him off his feet. More importantly, the attack would impair his ability to function for a short time. Kenas well knew the capabilities of the clones. They wouldn't hesitate to push him to take lethal measures.
Good judgement comes from bad experience, a lot of that comes from bad judgement.
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| Gundark | Date: Friday, 22 Apr 2011, 10:11 PM | Message # 6 |
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| The blast hit its mark, or rather, it hit a mark, but the mark in question was a much bulkier, more heavily-armored Stormtrooper (complete with a helmet). Deece having broken off all communication with Rapier Squad, Gundark had done the only logical thing and continued ahead to catch up with his Tank-brother, having dropped his heavy repeater in order to gain speed. He'd arrived just in time to witness a rather haggard figure flanked by what appeared to be one of the old commandos, taking Gundark by surprise for a fraction of a second. He'd not seen a commando in such antiquated armor since his glory days, but as quickly as the thought had popped into his head, it disappeared equally as fast. He was a soldier, with a soldier's instincts, and as he caught a glimpse of the Jedi readying a Force push, that instinct had kicked in: protect his brother, then kick this guy's ass. With all the speed he could muster, Gundark took off into a full sprint, just reaching Deece in time to push him out of the way of the oncoming blast and taking it square in the chest, dropping the heavier trooper to the ground and allowing Kenas a moment's reprieve, but in the same vein sparing Deece the disorientation so as to allow him to continue pursuit. Stunned, but not entirely without capability for tactical reasoning, his next action was to radio Hitch and the rest of Rapier Squad, ordering them to double-time it to the alley and updating them as to the status of the pursuit. His job done, for the moment, Gundark rolled shakily onto his side to catch a glimpse at Deece, whom he assumed would no doubt take off after the suspects without much thought. "You're fraggin' welcome, asshole," was all he could get out before attempting to stand, the Jedi's attack having taken more out of him than he thought. Still, he regretted nothing; Deece was still standing, and probably owed him a drink now as well. Not a bad day at all, in his book.
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| Anubis_Xerxes | Date: Saturday, 07 May 2011, 6:07 AM | Message # 7 |
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| When Kenas had spotted the grenade and warned him, Anubis didn't hesitate to even look at the grenade. He trusted his gamble in the Jedi, moving toward the Jedi as fast as possible. Indeed, he was out of the harm's way but he didn't have enough time to cover his ears. Thankfully, his eyes weren't watching the explosion light up the nearby surrounding in the alleyway. So it was his ears that were ringing, he also knew he didn't have time to settle and wait for the ringing to go away. Anubis didn't have that much of a time, as a stormtrooper were no doubt trying to delay them with the reinforcements on the way. The clone couldn't hear the Jedi telling him to move, but he went ahead and did it anyway due to the fact that the Jedi were running away in front of him. Ex-clone commando would follow Kenas, moving past a corner and trying to keep his pace up with the Jedi. Anubis kept on running and running, with the blaster rifle in his hand. Which would normally make someone run a bit slower, but as a veteran of the Clone Wars, he was accustomed to this. He ran and ran until he spotted Kenas coming to a standstill. The fact that the Jedi was coming to a standstill was telling him something. The clone had served with the Jedi during the Clone Wars, he learned much from them. Enough to have a gut feeling that the Jedi was going to try and pull something off, deciding to run past the Jedi Knight. After doing so, he stopped a few steps away from the Jedi. He raised his blaster rifle up, pointing it at his pursuers to back Kenas up. That was the moment he saw a gust of wind blowing in the direction of the stormtroopers. Once another stormtrooper stepped in to save the very same stormtrooper that tried to blow them up, Anubis decided to fire a couple of shots toward the duo, not intending to hit them (however much he would like to). Instead, it was meant to kept them pinned down and to give both himself and the Jedi a few more moments to escape. "Move out!" He barked at the Jedi like it was an order, an old habit kicking in. If the Jedi didn't like it, they have no time to argue. They have to get off the Imperial Center before it comes into a lockdown.
~Anubis Xerxes
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| Deece | Date: Saturday, 02 Jul 2011, 3:05 PM | Message # 8 |
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| One of two things happened. Either Gundark hadn't gotten there in time (Deece was down an alley, after all, that Kenas and the clone commando stood at the entrance to) and Deece was hit with the Force blast anyway, or Gundark had been near enough to be felled by the blast too. Either way, Deece was on his backside and thoroughly disoriented. Maybe Gundark was too, and this could explain him seeing Deece take off in renewed pursuit of the suspects, perhaps mistaking the other troopers of Rapier Squad, since caught up to them, with Deece. But for Deece himself, quite some time seemed to have elapsed. Most likely, the suspects were gone. If Gundark wasn't down, and simply hadn't made it there in time, it would be up to him now to keep up the chase. But it was likely that, either way, the Jedi and his traitorous companion would escape.
Corporal TS-111 ("Deece")
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