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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 23:30:30 GMT
*note: If Im not elidgible either Ill delete this rp or an admin can.
*It had been hard, but he did it. The smart-mouth Trandoshan had found out a test to get him into some weird club called the 'Dark jedi'. IT involed killing, which he liked, and a man named General Tyranib.
The Lexcorp IV entered the atmosphere of Alderran, along with about 10 frieghters and a few more spacers. Nothing out of the ordinary. The Trandoshan paid his docking fee and wandered around, looking for anything that could give him any sign of where the General would be.
Like most underground bounty hunters, his first stop was the local cantina. Lots of men got drunk there, and told a little too much imfo...maybe he'd get lucky.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 23:35:55 GMT
*A loud-mouth huminod burst in after Infared, followed by a few more men...how just oozed annoyance. They wore uniforms, a great sign...but didnt seem very open to visitors. Maybe a few drinks could change that.
Instantly, Infa opened his jacket and dropped a small little projector, and out came a hazy blue version of a beautiful twielek...In the dark, she'd probably look real. He ordered a few drinks for the men, and told the bartender to say she did. After handing the bartender a few credits the men got their drinks and looked over to the giggling and smiling twielek.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 1, 2005 23:36:35 GMT
The ladies and scumbags of the cantina were tight lipped recently. It seemed the Republic was a bit wary after hearing of info leaks from the Bothan Spynet detailing all sorts of information about their key officials and other details. Security was high, which was unusual for the locals of Alderaan. This general was being treated as if he was royalty when it came to security.  Make it a bit exciting for you, dear. |
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 23:41:58 GMT
ooc: thanks a lot  *Anyway, soon the goons moved over to her, and she continued to laugh and giggle. He continued to order them drinks and it all seemed like it would go according to plan untill...* Solider: Hey bab*hic*y...what a cute thing liek you *hic*doin' out so late?"Hologram: *Giggles*"Looking for my knight and shinning armour..."*And as if by fate, one of the drunkerds spilled alittle of their drink on the projector...causing her to fade in and out...* Solider: "Wha?...What the f*cks goin' *Hiccup*on?!"*Eyeing the projector, the solider instantly looked up at infa...and wearily stumbled over to him, along with the rest of his cronnies.* |
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 23:48:11 GMT
Solider:"YOu do dat? *hic* Think it's funny *hic*..Well I got news for ya...."
*And at that, the drunk solider pulled out his blaster and tried to aim it at his head. Being a experienced bounty hunter, Infa had more than enough confidence in himself that he could deal with a drunk, and skilless solider.
As the man waved his gun, people hit the floor. They knew better than to mess with him. Since the security lock up, anyone even seen conversing with the soliders where instantly suspects for anything that went wrong. Good thing Infa was already blammed for anything and everything.
Finally the man made it to the poor Trandoshan's head, but by this time the hunter had already thought of a plan. Simply kicking him in the nards and moving to the left in one motion, he caused the drunk to fall to his knee's and accidentally shoot his comrade in the face.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 1, 2005 23:54:36 GMT
*The other two were just as easy. Their vision was poorly mixed up, and could barely focus on him. Infa seemed to be toying with them, and batting their poorly misguided blows away.
Then, pulling out a pair of force cuffs, something he used on jedi to make sure none of that icky force lightning could be used...he attached one of his opponent's legs to the other's arm. Causing them to pull and make them both fall.
He could have, and probably should have ended their lives right there, but it was only a matter of time before the incident was out on the streets and the officals heard that soemone was coming for the General. Quickly pulling off one of their uniforms, Sargent Ki'bul, he raced outside, and changed off in an ally way. Now all he needed was a way to find out where exactly he was going...*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 2, 2005 0:01:39 GMT
* As the authorities arrived, Infa whatched them move like a killer waiting for the time of opportunity. He wathced them enter and leave one by one, reviving the men. As they re-entered their vehical and left, they had a univited visitor. Infa had attached himself to the bottom of the landspeeder.
As they came to the compound, he activated his stealth generator and rolled from beneath it. Then he got to a side entrance, put a device to the door, and it automatically opened. With his stolen uniform he could walk amongst the halls without being dectected as long as he avoided long talks or and converstion for that matter. He walked along the corridors and searched as best he could without being supicious. It was times like these that made him wish that his powers were better enhanced, allowing him to simply sense thje General, but that wasnt the case and he needed to get back on target.
As he walked he saw a collection of more condesed, and better equiped gaurds up ahead. Surely, this is were the man had to be. Seemed like a well placed grenade could take out all of these men, and the door, but what if there were more inside? He couldnt risk it...had to think of another way in.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 2, 2005 0:06:24 GMT
Solider:"Hey...get back to your post!"
"Meh? Ah outrank you..."
*He said, the first thing coming to his mind. He tried to urge his budding powers to cause the man to believe...but had little hope that it would work.
The man seemed to go into a daze, but finally snapped out of it, and hollered.*
Solider:"Go back to your post before I open fire! These halls are off limits!"
*The Trandoshan turned around and back behind the corridor. Slumped against the wall to think. He needed a plan, and fast.*
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Nov 2, 2005 0:08:32 GMT
OOC: Ok, your post there has utterly confused me. Who was taken to the post? Your character? That's a no no. You're to keep to the shadows as much as possible. This is a delicate operation....remember that.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 2, 2005 0:15:03 GMT
ooc:Fixed it...I hope
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 3, 2005 0:23:47 GMT
*Then it came to him. He wouldnt take out the gaurds and the door at once. He'd just make it easier....He rolled a few poison grenades and the clanked aginst the metal floor as they made their way to the guards' feet. Within two seconds the corridor was instantly filled with a thick greenish smoke, making it impossible to see.
The toxic gass was specifically made so that it didnt affect those of his species and he walked through, heat-goggles on trying to make his way through the guards... but unluckly one of the bastards touched him, and instantly threw a punch, which knocked him into another guard...
He kept being knocked from one guard to another...damn, he was going no where...so, he grabbed one of their arms, and forced it against the display panel. The metal doors opened and the gas as well as a few limp bodies came flying into the next room, which appeared to be an office. only two guards and someone who Infa assumed to be the General.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 3, 2005 1:21:54 GMT
*Infared moved in, his bionical eye swiveling like mad behind his massive goggles. It was picking up a lot of different readings, then he saw it. Along one of the guards armour was a bandolier of grenades, and they were manually activated, via a pin. He'd just have to pull it and the target would be down for the count, along with his numskull guards. He lept and reached out a gloved hand, which was caught by the solider and the giant guard threw him over into a nearby wall. However all he could do was laugh, cause he had the pin in his hand.
Fumes came from the tip of it as it began to ignite, time seeming to go in slow-motion. Reaching deep into his pockets he pulled from it a small orb, which resembled a minature Gungan energy ball. Throwing a couple into the air they created a shield, solidifing as the explosion met with it.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 3, 2005 1:42:01 GMT
*As the smoke cleared, all Infa could see was the dead carcasses of the guards...but where was the target? Then something moved, and out from under a pile of bodies was the man, obviously sensing the explosion coming, he used his men to act as a living shield.
His clothes were torn and ripped. Long gashes and burns were easily seen through his tattered uniform. This would be easier than expected.
Infa pulled out his own custom blaster and fired three shots, one for his knee, one for his arm and the other for his throat. All were set on stun, simply because he forgot wether or not the Lady wanted him dead or alive. As it hit his throat it critically damaged his vocal chords...making him unable to talk and barely able to move.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 3, 2005 2:08:15 GMT
*As his eye continued to turn he noticed that a silent alarm had gone off, and about three patrols had been sent from the left wing. Quickly he scampered off and pretended to be another dead body on the floor.
The uniform that he had stolen earlier gave him the perfect disguise, making him almost unnoticable. As the guards showed up, the General frantically tried to point out were he was, but by that time it was too late. The troops desperatle seacrhed the room, giving Infa an opportinuity to get up, grab the General and hightail it out of there....
He got up, ran, grabbed him and dropped a few grenades on his departure. The explosion causing the room to crumble ontop of it's self...being barely held up after the last set.
Infa, now carrying the almost paralyzed general, went to the left wing exit...knowing that it had the least amount of security. Getting out, and literally running on adreniline he got to his Ship and hid out there for awhile... Leaving now would definatly draw attention to him, and he'd most likely be searched. He'd have to wait.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 3, 2005 4:34:20 GMT
*He looked at the man, and apparently the stun had worn off. He looked bewildered as he exclaimed...*
"Wh-why did you take me?!"
"Cause your the General..."
"He's on vacation you bafoon! I was filling in for him!"
*At these words, Infa thought it could be a trick, but this man seemed to not be the General type. He even soiled himself...how disgusting.*
"Well then...looks like I can't have you live...unless"
*The man falls to his knees, and begin to cry, beg...like a dog.*
"I'll tell you anything...just please! PLEASE! don't kill me!"
"Where's the bossman?"
"In his home estate, alittle ways away from the city gates..."
*Infa smiled as the man quievered in here...The bounty hunter then turned and walked off. Just as he was about 30 feet away, he turned, fired one shot and the cowardly republic officer fell, dead.*
"Never deal with criminals...ya always get burned..."
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