Renthous Vacvar
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You cannot kill what you did not create
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Post by Renthous Vacvar on Oct 27, 2005 1:25:19 GMT
ooc: well thank god, I must go anyways.
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Halan
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Purple Haze
A good assassin needs neither the dark or the light....he needs skill (Was Mandalore)
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Post by Halan on Oct 27, 2005 1:29:20 GMT
ooc: Why are you waiting for me?
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 27, 2005 2:15:29 GMT
ooc:Cause your npcing the defences right? If ya dont want I guess I could get someone else...
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 27, 2005 2:31:14 GMT
Kara and Sara Ordo, being of 75 were still going at it. They took after their mother who died a few days ago and there father a few months before. The seemed ,after they "retired", to be together every second. The girls still as beautiful as ever sat upon there thrones discussing current business. Their hair both grayed from age and fine lines across their faces. Their weapons at their sides, ready for anything.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 27, 2005 2:35:47 GMT
*Darius nodded to his men, trying to tell them that now was not the time nor the place. His look obviously sending the message of 'Stick to the plan, dumbass!'. He lead them through the halls lifting the supplies and bring them to their various compartments. Then at the chance of jumping a few guards, they donned their armour and made it into the main area of the massive base without much trouble. Finally finding the right door to the twins couters, Darius knocked upon it three times...waiting for someone to open it or, as everything seemed to do now-a-days...open automatically*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 27, 2005 2:51:41 GMT
A soilder answers the door. He looks at them.
What do you want?
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 27, 2005 3:10:23 GMT
*I try to make a high-pitched, teenaged voice come from my deep voicebox.*
"Hello, 'Soil-der', I have a package here for a Mister... Hoorex Kwando? Sorry we're a bit late, but you know. There was a long line at the bathroom, took me a couple decades.
Yeah, so, if he ain't here, then whoever's in charge has to sign for it. 'Cause this one time, I was talking to this guy, some jack-off named Hannible Utno. Stupid parents naming their stupid kids, I know. He starts ranting on about how rank means nothing, and that his order of 500 stealth fighters and 50 trained Mandalorians soldiers with cloaking devices arent here, and Im all 'Fine, just sign and leave me alone'. So he takes the thingy, the whatzit, the who-what. Anyway, he takes it and he brings it into his little base-thing. All of the sudden, I'm surrounded by 50 guys, yadda yadda yadda, Im here. So I gotta see whoevers in charge sign for it. You know. Protocol."
*The rest of the men look around at each other, watching this idiot ramble on about something that never even happened.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 27, 2005 3:17:38 GMT
The Solider shakes his head.
Unless you have an appointment the mistresses cannot help you.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 27, 2005 3:28:05 GMT
*The delivery man looks distraught and insane.*
"I came... traveled for over 75 years... and found an UNCHARTED planet. There are no maps. There are no signs. This planet is not supposed to exist. And yet somehow, without any food or water or air for all these years, I managed to complete the delivery. And now, some stupid 'Solider' wont even let me come inside for a brief moment! MY HAT WAS LOST IN DEEP SPACE! ITS NOT COMING BACK, YOU FOOL!
*The delivery man breaks into a sob, and grabs the 'Solider' by the collar, shaking him.*
"This package has traveled lightyears and lightyears to be delivered to Hoorex Kwando! And now.... ooga booga booga!"[/color]
*The delivery man throws the package at the 'Solider'. It lands on his head, and thermal detonators land on him, blowing him apart. I take cover behind a giant plant and pull out my Aedifico Assassin Pistol.*
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 27, 2005 3:42:31 GMT
The girls look over. They watch in astonishment as a soilder is blown to bits. Kara ignites her saber. Sara pulls from the side of the chair her blaster rifle. They look to the door waiting for something. They make slient signs toward the guards who get into formation behind pillars and such. Sara presses a few buttons on her chair. Darius can hear marching from down the hallway. The sound of metal marching....droids.
ooc: Kara was trained in the jedi arts by her mother she had a connection to the force and Sara had no force connection.
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Renthous Vacvar
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You cannot kill what you did not create
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Post by Renthous Vacvar on Oct 27, 2005 11:29:06 GMT
::The sound of marching droids did not comfort Renthous the least. Not knowing what models the droids were, he chucked the rest of the Mandalorians into the room. Tossing a few motion-detonated ion gernades out in the hall, he overrode the security and locked the door. It hissed shut, and Vacvar yelled.::
"This is the end of you!"
::Drawing his heavy blaster pistols and dual weilding them, he noticed one girl had a lightsaber. He decided to keep his fire away from her. He unleashed a round of violent fire on the other girl, the air around her thick with buzzing red bolts.::
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Oct 27, 2005 11:54:17 GMT
(Insert Namor somewhere in here...)
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Post by Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton on Oct 27, 2005 13:42:45 GMT
Sara, sees the blaster bolts, she ducks barely missing them. She jumps off the side of the platform and runs to the pillar. Kara shakes her head. She sticks her hand up and force pulls the door. It shuts with a loud bang. There is an explosion and they hear metallic crtashing...that took care of the droids.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 27, 2005 13:58:14 GMT
*Darius eyed Namor...*
"C'mon, big man...Lets take these foools out...show 'em what real fighting is."
*And as he said this, he fired a single giant blast from the worn and torn hand-me-down pistol he got from his father. and while he did so he lunged for the nearest one, whoch he assumed was kara and swung his small vibroblade*
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 27, 2005 17:59:58 GMT
Zaraki watched with interest, and had turned to see them blocked off. The way they tilted their heads meant they weren't alone... so he rolled over to the side at one pillar, and brought his Halberd upwards, trying to go from the ribcage, and up.
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