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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 0:44:28 GMT
*Grabbing the corpse that he had previously discarded in search for air, he stood on in protecting himself from spikes that he assumed would puncture his feet. Know how would he get this safe open? Smash it? no...that never worked...
Was their some kinda code? Well maybe...but how would he get it? maybe the bodies would have it...
He began searching them, and finally found something a key card. He punched in the numbers and nothing happened. Obviously it was the wrong combo. And now it was getting really, really hard to breath. Then he found the guards pistol...could this work? He fired and the blaster bolt richoched off and bounced from wall to wall. Time was running out.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 0:57:40 GMT
*Finally he began to grow desperate... He remembered the code that was on the keycard and began to inpute everypossible out come of that code....Time after time it came out denied. Slamming his fist against the console, the covering broke open to reviel a few wires. Connecting them together with his expert computor knowledge he managed to get the safe open, and he was astonished as to what he found.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 1:07:39 GMT
*The large and heavy door swung open kicking on the lights to the room and a fan overhead that drew the poisoned gas into a vent overhead and out of the room. Various weapons were lying about....some of crude design...others were very well modified and equipped. It almost seemed too easy. What seemed to be a protocol droid in the corner activated and moved towards Infa. It stopped beside him and introduced itself.*
I am B4DN-3. I have complete databanks of each weapon and it's history in my databanks. I have been ordered to tell you that you may only pick one weapon from this room and no more.
*The droid steps out of his way and lets him look around.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 1:13:53 GMT
*His eyes are instantly drawn to a modified mandalorian disentagrator. This weapon was so dangerous that it was illegal to even hold one under republic law. It was give a scope as well as three different types of fire. Zoom, spray, and burst.
It was also of sleek design and very light, the perfect ranged weapon. Another thing that caught his eye were a pair of gauntlets, they were outlined with a soft flexible steel, allowing protection without bothering his movement.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 1:17:27 GMT
*The clank was heard as the droid moved over to where Infa was.*
Fine choice in weapon, sir. That design is fairly new in the Mandalorian worlds. A few modifications have been made to it to decrease the kickback while firing to give a more precise shot. Now if you will follow me, sir.
*The droid moved towards a door panel and punched a code while turning around to see if he would follow.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 1:19:38 GMT
*After the driod turned, Infa stared at the gun a few moments more before wandering towards him. He wanted his equipment jacket back, but thought that this probably wasnt the best time to ask.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 1:26:02 GMT
*He was met in the other room by none other than his master, Rajani. Her brown eyes went to the blaster and then back to his face.*
"Out of all the weapons you had at your disposal, you chose a ranged weapon. Tell me. Did you choose it out of familiarity of fighting ranged weapons or because you are scared of close combat?"
*The question was meant to taunt him, but also to see why he so quickly overlooked the melee weapons. It was from this decision she would focus his training.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 6:42:06 GMT
"I thought maybe I could sell it after this was all over, to be honest, ma'am"
*The disentagrator was a very rare gun, and with modifications like these, a very valueable one. He smiled back at his master and then winced expecting a punishment for the comment....it just slipped.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 8:28:54 GMT
*She smiled at him letting out a light chuckle at first as if she thought it was funny, yet it was short-lived. Her hand flung up into the air and he was slammed hard against a wall to where chunks of it began to fall out. He was suspended from his feet touching the floor as he felt his airway start to constrict.*
"Perhaps I was wrong about letting you into the order. I should just kill you now for your insolence and be done with you...."
*She cocks her head looking at him.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 17:54:58 GMT
*He began to choke and try to speak, but only specs of spit escaped his mouth. This was probably the worst thing that could have been done to him, since he was already out of breath from his last training exercise.*
" *gck*..."
*He tried to aim the weapon at her...even though he chocking from this range it would almost be impossible to miss...but if he did, it would probably mean instant death. His options were either taking his life into his own hands, or have faith that she wasn't serious. Only thing was though, he had a sneaking suspicion she wasn't the type to joke around.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 22:37:10 GMT
*Keeping the grip on his throat, she slammed his body in the opposing wall and let him slump to the ground.*
"That's two. Make it a third and you won't see the light of day again. I don't make promises I never keep. Do you think I need a pathetic dog like you? Your kind are a dime a dozen and there are plenty of prospects. Each day you walk closer and closer to death. Are you so eager to meet oblivion?"
*With that his body was hoisted up again and he was held once again in the choke hold. He had just long enough to catch another breath before the pressure met his throat, except this pressure was greater this time. He could even hear the crackling of the bones.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 23:22:38 GMT
*A giant wad of blood and saliva filled his mouth and he expelled it to the right as he again tried to grab free from a hand which wasn't there. He no longer held his weapon, and he felt naked...this women obviously didn't want him dead yet because she had the chance plenty of times...but he wasn't quite sure how far he could push her.*
*His eyes were no sunken deep into his skull, sinc ehis time in the dark room, and now his beatings gave him a grotesque, non-humnoid appearence. What he wanted to do was flip her the bird, oh how he wanted to...show her he was no lackey...but now was not the place, and defeninately not the time.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 22, 2005 23:32:30 GMT
*She let him go with the opening of her fist and he slammed down to the ground into the rubble.*
"I'm giving you a task....a dangerous task that very well may result in the end of your pathetic existence. Ships leave the system of Obra-skai daily packed full of supplies. A space transport has been prepared for you with the data you need to get you there. Once you hit hyperspeed, the ship will automatically take you there and has just enough fuel in the cells to bring you back here. Also a device has been implanted into the ship that will notify me if you deviate from your course. If you decide to try it out, you will have a fiery end. This is no trick and there are no easy outs. Accomplish what you've been sent to do and I will forget this incident. Fail and you will die by my hand or by that of another. Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 22, 2005 23:35:54 GMT
*Holding his throat he looked up at her, with a look that showed his hatred for her. Probably not the smartest of plans, but he hacked out another wad of blood before saying...*
"Yes *hacck* Mistre*gckkk*ss..."
*Grabbing his weapon, and the datapad with the information he kneeled into a minuscule bow, before heading towards the door.*
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