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TyshoRojimDate: Sunday, 29 Nov 2009, 6:39 PM | Message # 16
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What was this happy bantha shit? Tysho came within a hair of pulling the triggers on his weapons and blowing the man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then he took in the odd left arm and his eyes widened. This... was getting far too interesting. Interesting as in the sense that 'I could get killed here easily' interesting, which had a certain adrenaline rush to it, but no real gain, at least as of yet.

"The hell are you? And I don't know. Lots of people offer me cash for stuff. He probably can't pay up."


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DevenDate: Sunday, 29 Nov 2009, 6:48 PM | Message # 17
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Deven resisted the urge to shake his head and laugh. He could feel the Force within the man before him. It was burgeoning, untrained, but there nonetheless. One of the odd sort who managed to get by for years on luck and a bit of skill. This one wasn't needed here. Deven, however, lacked extra room in his ship. A TIE Raptor didn't make for much passenger space, after all.

"You're not helping him anymore. You're helping me. I need a transport and I need it here now. Whatever the price is, I guarantee you that I can certainly pay it. Get me a ship. Get it here quick and you'll be handsomely rewarded. The Dark Lord does not lie... but if you run, I will find you and you will wish you had never drawn breath. Go."

Some of it was a bluff, for Deven certainly wasn't Kaos... and he couldn't quite track the man down that simply. Belief in what could happen though formed a strong element of control, especially over those who had some small use of the Force, but could not imagine the full scope of things. Deven was confident the man would do as he was told. It was with this confident attitude that Deven sprinted forwards towards the bay, seeing the man there left over. The conversation had been brief, lasting only moments, and Deven's path would carry him out of the way of any shots targeted at him easily. The man there, of course, was unfortunate, for Deven's greatsaber sprang into being, but his right hand hammered outwards, slamming into a giant shove through the Force at the man to either slam him quite hard against the wall or send him sprawling out into the bay itself.

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TyshoRojimDate: Sunday, 29 Nov 2009, 6:53 PM | Message # 18
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Dark Lords? The Force? Crazy men with lightsaber arms? Oh, hell. Tysho was in way over his head indeed. Still, he didn't want to run afoul of the man with the strange arm. Cash was still cash though, and if all it was was a transport, then so be it. Tysho turned and ran, heading as fast and as hard as he could for his ship. If they wanted a transport... oh, he certainly had the perfect vessel for them. One could hardly ask for something better. They better stay alive if he was going through all this trouble.

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Agent_BlountDate: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 10:52 PM | Message # 19
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It didn't take too much concentration to pepper the wall with indiscriminate fire; in any case, not so much concentration that he didn't also notice the sick man rounding the shuttle and, more importantly, the glint of the sun on the lightsaber hilts in his hands. Surmising that the bounty hunter had been either killed or deterred, Roland wasted no time in starting to wheel about the E-Web to face the suspect. His first instinct was to barrage the sand in front of his feet, as he had with Rojin, but when it became apparent that the suspect was not running away from the others but, rather, running at Roland himself, it became a matter of self defense.

It was too late to aim carefully, and with lightsabers in the man's hands Roland had no intention of staying put to be dismembered. He clicked down on the E-Web's firing triggers, snapped the fire lock into place (so that the E-Web would continue to fire continuously without his fingers—that is, until its power supply burned out, as it would imminently since he didn't get the opportunity to check the generator afterall), pointed it in the Sith's direction as he lunged and, shrewdly, leapt out of the way. Considering the E-Web's sheer rate of fire—about 9 shots per second—at least one or two of them would be likely to hit or graze Voss, necessitating the use of his lightsabers to deflect them.

However, he would soon find, much to his dismay, that his lightsabers, too, had been shorted out in the EMP blast.

The rest of the E-Web's shots went wildly into the blue Tatooine sky, and the weapon sputtered out a moment later with a cough of smoke and the acrid smell of burned plasteel. Roland rolled onto his back to face the sick man; whether or not he had been hit by the repeater was unclear, but the gunner wasted no time reaching for the blaster pistol in the holster at his hip. Meanwhile, the Captain, Hammond and Neese had rounded the shuttle in the docking bay below and, now that Roland was flat on the roof and the sick man standing on it, fired on Voss indiscriminately with everything they had. Even Sarous, who had been guarding the door, now had a clear line and he, too, fired on Voss. In another second or two, Roland would have his blaster drawn, set to stun, and firing as well.



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TreylonVossDate: Saturday, 26 Dec 2009, 1:38 PM | Message # 20
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Though many would think otherwise, Treylon Voss was, in fact, not a Sith. He was not a fallen Jedi nor a Dark Jedi for that matter. If anything, Voss chose not to embrace any of such factions because of their limitations. Regardless of the color of his lightsabers, he was simply a man with a set of skills that made him valuable to others. All a tool wants is to find purpose in being used, and Voss, a rather empty sentient, found purpose in working with Cale.

In every action, there is a cost, or a reaction. In this case, the action was leaping for Roland with lightsabers that did not activate, a fact that Voss noticed far too late. The reaction might well have saved his life though. The first E-web bolt, fired rapidly and hardly with sniper precision, took off the last two fingers on Voss' left hand, as well as the bottom half of the defunct lightsaber. The second bolt tore a groove through his shoulder, taking a chunk out and cauterizing the wound.

It was this second bolt that may well have saved his life. An object in motion tends to stay moving unless acted on by an outside force. In this case, instead of Voss landing atop the wall of the docking bay, the strike from the projectile altered his trajectory enough that he struck the curved wall of the docking bay, rebounding off it to roll down and past the front of the landing craft, effectively carrying him out of sight of the three pursuers. As Roland was down as well (temporarily, having fallen back), there were none on the roof to shoot at him. This of course, meant that Sarous was the only one who could truly get a decent bead on him. With his body moving though at an angle different to that which had been his initial trajectory, as well as the matter of the roll to his feet, Sarous' aim would not be as accurate as it could have been, resulting in a very near miss over Voss' right shoulder. Up and running already, adrenaline and the Force moving his body faster and faster, shock and endorphins numbing the pain, he shot for the door, never keeping in a straight line as he neared it.

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TyshoRojimDate: Saturday, 26 Dec 2009, 2:25 PM | Message # 21
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Rojim's feet pounded hard on the sand-covered durasteel plates as he raced from the hangar bay. The straps holding his modified blaster rifles had been tightened down, keeping them from swinging to and fro and locking them against his sides instead. Steady breathing and pumping arms helped him move even faster as he shot past curious bystanders and wove his way through the people peering down to the area from which shots had been fired.

The bounty hunter gained the bay in which his vessel was parked without incident. Using the palm scanner, he opened the hatch and raced to the cockpit, kicking on the engines and starting the warm-up process. Thanks to the modifications on the ship, it would be ready to go much more quickly than the standard model. Soon, he'd be underway. Then he could do as he'd been told. Plopping down into the pilot's seat, he took a deep breath to steady himself.


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DevenDate: Saturday, 26 Dec 2009, 2:34 PM | Message # 22
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The sound of E-web fire died down to be replaced by the sound of standard blaster fire from inside the docking bay. From where he stood, Deven could see one man firing from the corner of the docking bay doors, though 'where the bay doors had been' was more correct. The doors themselves had been quite blown apart. There wasn't much Deven could do about the attackers within the bay; that much was out of the question for the moment. What he could do something about though, was the single shooter by the bay doors. Raising his free hand (indeed, his only hand), Deven pushed outwards even as he moved forwards.

With the man busy shooting, his attention was likely to be divided and not notice Deven as well as he could have, which would mean the brutal Force push could very well slam him against the bay walls with enough pressure to crack some bones. Of course, if he moved, the push would likely throw him out into the bay itself and a goodly distance. Either way, Deven was advancing towards the doorway and what lay beyond.

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Agent_BlountDate: Monday, 28 Dec 2009, 8:41 PM | Message # 23
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The E-Web was out of the fight, but Roland certainly wasn't. Considering that he'd had a far less traumatic fall than Voss did, it stood to reason that he'd be back on his feet before the suspect was, perhaps in time to let loose one or two shots as he neared the door. The others, likewise, were not so easily discounted—Hammond was a smuggler and, thus, had no enthusiasm for this job, but he did have a vicious competitive streak that manifested itself on occasion. Seeing the sick man tumbling to the ground and out of sight, the smuggler hit the sand face first (much as one slides into first). With his blaster in both hands, squinting through the dust and sand, he had a quite decent vantage on Voss from underneath the shuttle and gave him everything he had. The Captain followed suit, sliding to the ground feet first (as one slides into second). He, too, fired repeatedly on Voss who would, undoubtedly, require a moment to regain his concentration and mastery of the Force after his injury and savage impact against the wall (there was little in his background, after all, that suggested he had a high threshold for pain; illness, yes, but pain, no). Neese, who had never been good at improvisation, continued to sprint around the shuttle and, for now, would not get a bead on the sick man. Sarous would, undoubtedly, have a few free shots at the sick man especially as he landed on the ground, before Deven's Force push would throw the Zabrak aside (Sarous, after all, was not standing in the doorway itself but rather beside it and, thus, was not within Deven's line of sight; he might well have sensed his presence, of course, but one assumes the Force push might be more broad—more "generalized," so to speak—without a clear target in sight to push aside. If so, its strength might well be diminished although, undoubtedly, enough to knock Sarous to the sand, which in turn would likely slow his momentum and, while painful, might avert more serious injuries). In any case, more than one of the stun blasts was quite likely to hit Voss, and only one was needed. Meanwhile, the spaceport's control tower hailed Tysho's ship and requested an explanation for its sudden, premature departure and reminded him that he owed them payment for the use of the docking bay.


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TreylonVossDate: Monday, 28 Dec 2009, 9:37 PM | Message # 24
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Voss luck had quite run out. The shock of striking the wall had indeed taken a goodly deal of his concentration away from the Force and though it came back quickly, he didn't make more than five steps before one of the stun blasts caught him quite squarely. With his nervous system paralyzed as such, there was little he could do. Consciousness remained, but his body's nervous system was inactive for now. Having consciousness was a boon in some regards at least. The situation he was placed in now had him at bad odds. Knowing his body was toppling into the sand was not a benefit. Having his mind to himself did benefit some regards. It was here that Voss' control over his body via the Force as opposed to extruding the Force would come in handy. A stun blast shut down the nervous system after all. Disregarding the battle about him, Voss concentrated on his person instead. If his mind worked, he could influence the Force and, as such, he began working through the Force to regain control of his nervous system. It was far from instantaneous though. If he had enough time, he'd be able t0o overcome the stun effects much more quickly than a normal sentient though.
 
TyshoRojimDate: Monday, 28 Dec 2009, 9:44 PM | Message # 25
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Tysho's response to the docking bay controller was quite simple. Here on Tatooine, after all, one had to be prepared to leave rather swiftly, and Tysho had listed his occupation as 'bounty hunter.' It wasn't illegal, to be sure. Tapping a number of controls on the console, he affected a transfer of money to the appropriate party, a transfer that would likely as not register within moments. He was hardly about to shut down his craft after all. If there was money to be made, Tysho planned to be there. He was hardly going to let a backwater planet such as Tatooine get in his way of a fistful of credits. His account was in order and had the cash to cover such expenses as docking, of that much he was sure. His transfer had worked at the cantina as well, telling him that the transfer system was up and running.

When, presuming it came though rather quickly, his craft would lift off, running on repulsors as it moved towards Voss' bay. On liftoff of course, Tysho ran a scan on all ships within five miles, a safety precaution that was always undertaken before an escape or even a standard takeoff. It didn't pay to be tracked in the bounty business as a number of hunters could attest to.


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As Sarous was hammered into the sand away from his current position, Deven continued forwards. This time though, he was not taking any chances. Sarous was down, likely as not stunned from his rather rude shove forwards. Whether or not he had kept his hands on his weapon was anyone's guess, but Deven's lightsaber, thrown quite accurately and guided via the Force, was sure to end his chances of rising. The same saber would come back to his hand with a bare twi0tch of the Force. It was the other pair who weren't standing now that were his primary targets. They were using stun attacks, which let him know their target was important to some degree. Of course, with their attention focused as it was on their target, Deven had an easier time of things. Focusing a Force push was hardly a matter of trouble to a man who'd spent nine years with nothing but time on his hands.

This next push was aimed to shove the pair on the ground practically head over heels, a disorienting issue when one was already on the ground. Deven's movement pattern was erratic still, knowing there was a man up above. A Force push was hardly enough though. Pulling opposite via the Force, Deven targeted their weapons in their hands, aiming to yank the blasters away from them and disarm them quite easily. Unfortunately, he'd lost sight o0f the third man who was on the ground.

 
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Another several stun blasts at Voss after he was already down would, undoubtedly, put him out. It was excessive force, no doubt, but even Roland and the Captain weren't willing to take chances with what appeared to them to be a Sith, or a Dark Jedi, or a "Rogue" Jedi, or who knew what? Hammond was even less prudent, because tomorrow he would disappear into another spice trip and wouldn't have to answer for any consequences—all he had to do was live until then, and that's what he had in mind as he pulled the trigger several more times. Damn Republic, he thought to himself, Didn't say nothing about Jedi!

Undoubtedly, his attitude would only sour more as another lightsaber-wielding foe appeared in the docking bay and, in the fraction of a second, he found himself tossed end over end as if by a strong breeze. Hammond would have lost his gun whether or not it was pulled from him; the Captain, however, found himself in a strange position. He was pushed back, bodily, at the same time that his blaster pistol was pulled forward, except that his grip on the weapon was stubborn and did not falter. He had, by the time Deven had entered the bay, both of his hands on the pistol and he was presently forced back, also as if by a powerful wind, and yet pulled forward by the blaster. His breath escaped him, his fingers ached, the trigger was pulled quite by accident and sent stun blasts repeatedly in Deven's direction, out of the Captain's control. His vision went blurry, as if by G forces.

Then it subsided. His feet found the sand, then his knees. He was disoriented, but disoriented or not he had been in enough battles to know not to stay in one place. The last seconds replayed in his head; he'd seen Sarous go down, a flash of red light, a form moving through the bay—another hostile and, clearly another Force user. Nothing else could explain the phenomena that had just befallen him. He pressed off his left knee, came to his right foot, and found his stride now with his left. Deven would be upon him, by now, except that his chaotic flurry of stun blasts would have prevented the Sith from getting too close. The Captain ran along the circular wall, in the direction of Roland's position on the roof.

Roland, meanwhile, had the best vantage of them all. He'd seen Deven enter (a blur though he was), and shouted a warning into his headset that the others didn't seem to hear. By the time he'd spoken the words, Sarous, Hammond and the Captain were down. Sarous stayed down. Roland, as usual, didn't hesitate; he wasn't as good with a pistol as he was with an E-Web, but one advantage of his E-Web training to this particular scenario was to have a trained eye for the movement of a target and how one's aim must be adjusted accordingly (the E-Web fired extremely fast, yes, but often at great distances which required tremendous precision; he'd once shot down a TIE Fighter, in fact, which traveled a great deal faster than Deven was moving, and at a greater distance). He pretended the pistol was his usual turret and let loose shot after shot at Deven as he crossed his line of sight—shots which would sizzle all about him.

Neese, the Rodian, did hear Roland's warning. It was a good thing he did, too, because he was standing over Voss, firing another shot or two into him and facing the other direction as Deven ran directly past him. He got his act together rather quickly, however, his heart pounding as this became, suddenly, a far more dangerous situation. He had a direct line of fire into Deven's back (complicated though this was, since the Sith was running in an erratic pattern), and let off a few good shots before he was forced to dive out of the way of the Captain's fire in his direction. One of the stun blasts clipped his foot, which almost immediately went numb; he still had the knee, however, and counted himself fortunate that he could still run.

In sum; the sick man was down and, undoubtedly, out. So was Sarous. Roland and Neese, however, are quick to bring their fire to bear on Deven from two very different directions, and two very good vantage points. Hammond was down, disoriented, his weapon gone. The Captain was back up, sprinting as best he could along the hangar wall while keeping his eye over his shoulder and his blaster pistol ready for Deven (the trigger finger on his right hand, however, is most likely broken, meaning he could only shoot with his left).

The good news, for the NRI's men, was that Deven had surely exhausted a great deal of concentration and energy to do not one, not two, not three, but four simultaneous Force powers—a feat difficult even for someone who hadn't been in a cell, without practice, for 9 years. The Sith would surely require a moment to regain himself, a moment without Force powers that the Captain and his men could use to their much needed advantage.

Roland, at this time, noticed the ship that he'd ignored a moment ago, until it now began to drift in the direction of this docking bay. The sound of its repulsorlifts was making it hard to hear his headset. With his right hand, he released the pistol—still firing, quite furiously, with his left—and changed the frequency on his comm. "Dammit," he said to the control tower, "Get that ship out of here! We don't want any Forcin' spectators!" He changed the frequency again, this time connecting to Pellinore. "Cloud One," he shouted, "Come in a little closer, we might need you to scare away the vultures from this corpse."

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The Trandoshan in the tower on the other end of Roland's transmission took off his headset and slammed it onto his control panel in frustration. He swivelled his chair to face the Gran, seated beside him, and pointed angrily out the viewport. "What is that transport doing?" the Trandoshan shouted in Huttese, "What are you doing?" He slapped a bag of chips out of the Gran's hand, which flew every which way.

The Gran protested indignantly. "He's just leaving!" he said, also in Huttese, "He paid his fee, it checks out. What's wrong with you?" Both of them had been watching the fight below them with rapt attention, even placing bets on who would live or die. They, too, hadn't paid much attention to the ship that hovered ever nearer the docking bay.

"What's wrong with you?! Koochoo!" the Trandoshan shouted, "Does he look like he's leaving?" The Trandoshan had a slightly unreasonable worry that these Republic people would cost him his job if he screwed this up, in part because Roland had led him to believe this. He stood, angrily, from his chair and stormed past the Gran—"Pushee wumpa!" he admonished him—and went to the tractor beam's control console, again. "Get that ship back on the comm," he said, "Get him out of here, or I'm going to throw his ship into the Dune Sea!"

The Gran relayed the message.



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-Scumble-Date: Sunday, 03 Jan 2010, 8:21 AM | Message # 28
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Pellinore heard the chatter from the Control room and spoke to his Astromech droid "Designate target, outbound freighter AA-01" he screached his fighter into attack position above Tysho's ship. Clearly setting himself up with a height advantage over his vessel he locked on a proton torpedo to the vessel and charged his laser cannons.

"Outbound ship, you are ordered to deviate course immediately. I have weapons lock. Bear off directly towards the coordinates given or you WILL be fired upon." he gave a set of coordinates that the ship could immediately turn meaning it stayed well clear of the Hangar Voss et all were in..

He pulled back the stick a little more, gaining altitude and ready to dive down, deep down to lance lasers and torpedoes down on the unfortunate ship.


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TreylonVossDate: Sunday, 03 Jan 2010, 6:37 PM | Message # 29
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The extra stun blasts didn't help the situation for Voss; he was out for the count for the time being. Only time and luck would tell when he would awaken again.
 
TyshoRojimDate: Wednesday, 06 Jan 2010, 7:23 AM | Message # 30
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Tysho's scan of the area on liftoff had revealed the E-wing rather quickly. It was unfortunate that he'd been spotted so soon, as he certainly couldn't fight off the faster ship when it had a height advantage. Before he could do anything, the dual messages from the pilot and the docking bay came through. That was unfortunate. Cursing under his breath, he toggled the comm frequency to an open channel.

"Docking control, I copy your transmission. Moving to new vector for outbound flight."

Easing his engines forward, the bounty hunter turned towards the direction indicated by the E-wing pilot. It was not yet time to fight. His craft was full of surprises, modified from the original configuration that he'd requested it built from. Angling away from the docking bay in which the fight was occurring, he sped up, heading towards the upper atmosphere. He had no plans of leaving, of course. What he did need though was a height advantage, one he'd soon gain providing the E-wing didn't follow him.


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