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Post by Joshua on Jul 13, 2013 14:46:34 GMT -8
The arrival of the slight female halted the conversation for a moment, nearly two dozen pairs of eyes turning to regard her suspiciously. Jorans face registered incredulity as he took in the relatively harmless looking woman while Jamille's twisted into a sneer of disgust. He turned away from Joran, brushing him aside as he strode forward to confront this new arrival, his manner threatening.
=Jamille=
"Sure. You're here to escort this Jedi safely away are you? I suppose you're going to pay for the damages too? See to the wounded? Offer some half-arsed apology?"
His sneer turned into a sniff of disdain as he turned back to address the others, Joran glowering at him from behind once again folded arms. He couldn't really gainsay as the other man had a point. This slip of a girl couldn't possible handle this Jedi could she? She had a lightsaber sure but what if the other Jedi got feisty again? He pondered this as Jamille once again pandered to the crowd.
=Jamille=
"There's no way that we can let this girl take custody of this criminal. Yes!He's a criminal and should be held here for charges to be leveled against him..."
The man changed tactic swiftly as his mind adjusted to what was needed by his employers. Yes there was a good deal of vengeance driving his cause but that was far from the truth of it. He'd be well paid if he could keep the Jedi here in a coma, get him locked up to await court, or better yet have him disappear. At the very least he could keep him from being reunited with his peers.
=Jamille=
"Criminal damage and assault. That's what he should be charged with at the very east. Disturbing the peace to and... and..."
His eyes lit up as he thought of something else. The intercom chimed and Joran answered, slipping of to see what it was all about. Jamille however heard nothing over the nice of his mind working. If the mercs would pay for one Jedi then surely they'd pay more for two! He grinned, the expression coming out like a sneer as he jabbed a hand towards the newcomer, almost jabbing her in the face.
=Jamille=
"Her! Coming here to try and force us to do her bidding? Like the Sith of old? Perverting our justice system! Careful boys lest she put a spell on you with her evil magicks!"
He made a mocking frightened pose, pretending to tremble, holding his hands before his face in supplication. Some of the others laughed but a few looked worried and a couple angry. It was obvious he nearly had them on his side and was about to make his play, reaching up he activated a comm on his collar, making it look like he was talking to the security center. Nobody would think to notice that every security officer, bar the two Wookiees, were here already...
=Jamille=
"We may need back up here. There's another Jedi..."
He put a hand on the handle of his sidearm and reached out with his left hand, palm up.
=Jamille=
"Now be a good little girl and give me your weapon."
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jul 16, 2013 17:46:06 GMT -8
Once there was a time I would have been frightened by this and easily cowed into submission. But, I had left that life behind me and I was determined not to look back. Again, right now it looked like a comatose Jedi and myself against nearly two dozen hostiles. I watched as the one named Jamille attempted to summon more help, but I was counting on the fact that if there was anyone else out there, they'd be checking up on the alarm that I'd set off earlier. Besides, it looked like not everyone was on his side...
"So, you are calling for help against an unconscious Jedi and a young female?" I smiled disarmingly, "I did not come here to do unnecessary violence to any of you," I addressed the crowd instead of Jamille. Long experience with gangsters and bullies on Nar Shaddaa told me there was no use in attempting to change his mind with anything other than a lightsaber. I merely wished to even the odds, so to speak.
As Jamille reached out toward her, Alexis took a step back and to the side, bringing herself closer towards Joshua's prone form. Her voice sounded oddly calm, her dark eyes unblinking as she addressed the older male.
"You are so brave threatening a young woman who seems to be alone. I'll keep my lightsaber, since it's the only thing standing between me and possible molestation at your foul hands. If you are wise, you will stand aside and let us go." Otherwise there would undoubtedly be more damage. Alexis wondered if Dav's first escapade without his master had gone anything like this. She'd compare notes once she returned to Yavin 4. "And here I thought the purpose of a hospital was to help the sick and injured...."
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Post by Will Sontir on Jul 16, 2013 23:22:29 GMT -8
Coming down from open orbit and through the atmosphere, the Corellian-made YT-1760 made it to the landing field where the squierrelly orbital communications officer had told him to expect it, a Medical Facility in the South continent. Will's brow furrowed as he spotted another vessell bearing the isignia of the Jedi Order, a X-wing, modified with some retrofittings Will did not recognize. He settled the small freighter next it, and put the post flight systems on automated power. Will accessed the boarding ramp controls at the peak of the ramp and began to stroll down i before the ramp was even close to completing its descent; his Master of the Order robes billowed dramatically as the atmosperic air invaded the interior of the interstellar vessel. His boots made deep thuds as he proceeded towards the entrance of the medical facility.
A wave of emotion hit Master Son'tir hard as it practically billowed outward from the building. As he entered, no one was at the front desk of the moment-- evidently investigating a current emergency from what could ascertain from the alarms going off. Will's exhaled deeply as a father would when he know he had reprimanding to do and was not looking forward to determining how much.
Master Son'tir did not have to reach out in the Force far to find what he was looking for. Several dozen beings were just around the corner and down the hall from where he was currently. 2 very strong force presences, and 2 stable ones who were billowing that very emotion that he had felt walking into the building: fear, animosity, resentment. Not necessarily full hate. And also there was a weak signature, but not fading. Will walked with a purpose towards them and found they were all crowded into one room. The two were clearly Dresselians of repute at this facility, they had there backs turned away from the jedi master inside the door way that they now occupied. Beyond them, they was a young female jedi. . .but Will did not waste time thinking about how he had met that particular padawan-- for when he caught sight of who was on the bed, he know he came to the right room.
Master Will Son'tir drew himself to his full height, standing a bit taller then average height with piercing blue eyes and decades of experience in diplomacy and politics, he buried his hands into either sleeve before clearing his throat. "Excuse me, what seems to be the problem?" Will said with what some might consider less then appropriate levity for the emotionally state the Dresselians are currently in. . . .
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Post by syla on Jul 22, 2013 13:33:07 GMT -8
*Her distraction did not work. Nobody moved and inch and now it seemed like two jedi were in a state of danger. The help had come, finally. A female stepped in by the voice she used, and was trying to free Josh and Syla from this situation. Only problem was, that the secudity forces were not moving an inch, stubborn as they are. If her distracting didnt work, she needed a new one and fast.
Try it again? waste of time.
Try to get some futages of this Eralam character, make a digital voiceover (since he was a droid, as far as she was told it should be easy) and then order them released? Too much time would be consumed and by the end, there might have been more people in danger then just Josh and Syla.
No... she needed a real threat. A reason for the hospital to quickly get rid of the jedi AND still need every able man to fight a threat, so they would not just get rid of the jedi with force...
Mandalorians.
As usual, this was crazy, risky, insane and just a tad bit mad, but it might work. The Cyberpunk Padawan searched for a place through the cameras, and found it. An entrypoint not so well protected by security personell as the other entry points, and still housing a couple electrical fuse boxes and terminals. What she needed was an uncrowded place, and she found three. An information terminal in the parking compound next to the hospital, a fuse box in a storage room in the basement, and the roof communication antenna. All places unoccupied innocents and not likely to start a fire.
She started to write a program that would overload said electrical installments so they would explode, and at the same time all security cameras would be disabled. She even recorded a message about a mandalorian attack. She just needed more time to fully write the software, especially because she had to close off the electrical damadge so no other sistems would be hurt. She didnt want any crutial hospital machinery to shut down and one more death be written to her account.
She just hoped the jedi outside fixed the problem in time, or bought her some so she could finnish the software...*
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Post by Corr on Jul 25, 2013 5:22:06 GMT -8
They had been lying in wait for over twenty four hours. Secreted not toofar away from the medical center, resting in a deep ravine, the Tra'Kad had sat silent and still, awaiting the call that would once again fire it into the purpose for which it was built. To ferry its either passengers to the theater of war. The eight Ori'ramikade of Clan Vhett, with patience a corpse would envy, had waited on their contact in the hospital, biding their time while the Jedi was seen to. The authorities that had denied them their prize seemed to have undergone some kind of crisis. Rumours abounded that the leader of this planet had disappeared, or was thought to be dead, so a power vacuum had resulted. A power vacuum within which the squad of supercommandos had been able to slip through the net. Their stand off forgotten, their presence ignored, they now made ready to take back what was theirs, to claim their trophy as they should have in orbit.
The ship rose on repulsors and glided free of the ravines encroaching walls, turning laterally before engaging its sublights. Covering the short distance took mere minutes and soon the ship was settling down on the medical centers landing pad...
Commander Dorn led his men towards the ambulance entrance to the facility, everyone hastily getting out of the path of the heavily armed and armoured warriors. Like the sea parting, their coming heralded the immediate evacuation on whatever corridor the traversed, none of the occupants wanting to draw attention to themselves and incur the wrath of the Mando'ade.
The descended a turbolift then turned onto the corridor that led to where their quarry resided, now three Jedi and the cyoerpunk. A rewarding haul for their endeavors. Ashrah and Corr would be well pleased to see these heathen sorcerers destroyed, thought Dorn, and he would take their Jetii'kad as proof of their demise.
They approached in a wedge, Dorn leading with the others flanking him right and left. Down the corridor they strode, dramatically parting all before them as they stalked towards their pray. Blasters came up, beskads were drawn...
It was time.
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Post by Will Sontir on Jul 27, 2013 13:01:51 GMT -8
Before the gentlemen of the Dressel personnel had time to respond to the Jedi Master, a ping from the Force shoots straight up his spine. Will quickly removes his hands from the sleeves they were inserted in, and swivels around.
At first all he could hear was heavy foot falls of what seemed to be military boots-- several pairs. But as they grew closer the familiar sound of heavy armor echoed down the halls. Will's piercing blue eyes grew focused as he unclipped the hilt on his left hip with his right hand. The sea of observers part to give way to a contingent of Mandalorian commandos in a wedge formation pointing their blasters down the hall at them.
Will has no choice but to ignite his lightsaber; a familiar *snap-hiss* echoes over their foot falls as the purple blade lept into existence. Will grows distraught as he assesses the combat situation. Not only are there multiple targets; there is a multitude of innocents. Will knew he had to be careful.
But the weapons were drawn and the die was cast. Will discards his outer robes, drew his blade high and back, parrallel to his spread legs, taught and ready to pounce. His left hand open and outstretched to the Mandalorians who came forth.
"I am sorry, gentlemen. This is a private party, would you mind producing your invitations or I am afraid you will have to leave." Sarcasm. Those Corellians seem like they can't do away with it, despite being newly appointed to the Jedi High Council.
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Post by Corr on Aug 3, 2013 2:03:23 GMT -8
Dorn smirked behind his helmets visor. Nothing fancy here. No need for prisoners. No care given to collateral damage. This was as straightforward as could be. Even the contact was expendable and Dorn actually made conscious effort to target the man Jamille with his first shot.
We have our invitations right here, Jetii...
His blaster spat out its fury, sending a crimson bolt searing directly towards Jamille's forehead before he redirected his aim towards the Jedi male. His second shot was joined by a chorus of discharges from his fellows and the corridor, a natural channel for their blaster bolts, filled with hot light as they sought to cut down their sworn enemies in one intense volley of death.
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Post by Will Sontir on Aug 4, 2013 1:22:13 GMT -8
These Mandos really aren't playing around.
One snide comment and the lead Mandoade gets a bead on one of the personnel Will was trying to converse with, Will's eyes go wide as he brings his purple blade up and diagonal as the shot jumps out of the blaster heading towards the native Dressel's head, the jedi's blade barely makes it in front of his head before the blade deflects the bolt up and into the ceiling straight into a light fixture-- sending a dramatic sizzling flash and splash of sparks all over. Will hoped that the action would provide a momentarily blindness to the HUD of the Mandalorian commandos.
"EVERYONE DOWN" The Corellian Jedi Master shouts to the few dozen people in the hall way. Many were behind Will and were momentarily surprised by the Mandalorians, but once the shot was fired and the sparks flew-- many dashed away before the shear sheets of blaster bolts began to flow outward towards the Dresselians.
But for some, Will was too late. There was three that were shredded down immediately as they were mere meters away from the despicable Mandalorians. Have they no honor. . .
After the first blaster bolt from the lead Mandalorian was batted up and away, Will quickly deactivated his lightsaber and did a a tight roll onto the ground and forward so as to avoid the initial volley of attack. As he brought his feet under him, he brings the Force to bear in a strong Force push towards the lead Mandalorian's up towards his center of gravity. The blow lands and lifts the warrior off his feet and back across his fellow assailant, knocking over the first two rows of combatants momentarily. Leaving three still standing. But with their fellow comrades momentarily blocking their line of fire, the cease.
Will rises and reaches out with his left free hand and focuses on the muzzles of the blaster pistols in the hands of the three Mandalorians still standing, and closes his fist-- a loud crunch comes from the muzzle of each weapon as they fold into themselves. Will is only a handful of meters away from the fallen Mandalorians who are quickly recovery and he is just shy of the fallen civilians (both harmed and unharmed) sprawled on the floor. Will reignites his lightsaber in a purple blaze and brings his blade in a classic Ataru stance and awaits what comes in the next few moments. Will's brow sweats with the anxiety of those who are hurt, and the Force he has exerted already. Will must press on to defend the innocent still here. Will's eyes grow fierce as he catches the markings on the bes'kad of the assailants.
"ne'ganas iljaa, ori'ramikad?!" A rhetorical question for such a bunch who were willing to mow down so many innocents for one jetii
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Post by syla on Aug 4, 2013 15:02:29 GMT -8
*One jetii and a freaking padawan. Why does nobody remember that?
Syla was astounded to the mandalorians freaking timing. Not only that, they finnished the actual problem she was working on and she would have thanked them if they were not an actual BIGGER problem then the one they solved. A Lot bigger. She knew from the cameras that there were still a lot of innocents in the corridor, not to mention Josh in the room beside. Yeah yeah, two jedi, but jedi were supposed to be able to handle themselves so they did not count.
She had a couple seconds to realise she had no more seconds left as she saw the mandalorians before the jedi. The local cameras were still hooked into her hud on the right eye and she had to move. Opening her door with a swift command she ran over to Joshs room and opened that door too, closing it behind herself at once. Locking it.
Those seconds gave her time to check the schemetics. There was a rout to take down the hall, and then left to an other elovator wich could take them to the security rooms. She really needed to get her gear and LEGO back before they left, and she would not let Josh out of her sight. Not for anybody, even other jedi.
The only problem was getting out of the damned room.
If this was a different room, like, not one designed to contain insane forceusers, she might had been able to cut through it in a minute, but that was both stupid and insane. She wasnt strong enough to carry josh, so the gurney would have to come too. But HOW?
A Distraction. And all she needed was there...
Pillows
O2 tank
Paperclip
In 30 seconds, the Pillowgun was ready.
She grabbed Joshs Gurney, pulled it into position to move as soon as she could, opened the door with a wiereless command, and fired the Pillowgun.*
*The hall was filled with feathers, a mist of slowly descending softiness. She moved at once, never looking back on what was happening, the jedi would have to handle themselves, THIS jedi needed her most. As she pushed josh in front of her, trying to zigg-zagg somewhat she reloaded the pillowgun and fired it off again, just lazily over the shoulder.
She had two more pillows when she turned around the corner and sped towards the elovator witch was waiting for them, by her command.*
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Post by Corr on Aug 11, 2013 13:57:52 GMT -8
The attack caught Dorn right in the chest, causing him to huff out and explosive breath of wind as he was hurled into the air. He careened into Mort to his left and behind, knocking the mas aim off so that it send a bolt right into the faceplate of Hector, flooring the man. Whether dead or wounded, Dorn couldn't say as he flew backwards, twisting his body to orient himself, seeking to counter the Jedi's heathen sorcery with tech. His backpack sprang to life to arrest his backwards momentum and gain him control of his flight. All this happened in barely a two second window and as Hector hit the floor, Mort and two others staggered backwards from the Force push, it being not quite as powerful spread to the widths of its center, and the barrels of three more Mando's curled upwards of their own violition, Dorn arced his flight around and back towards the action. While the corridor wasn't enormous the high ceiling and extensive width, capable of transporting gurneys, stretchers and medical supplies, it was just enough to allow Dorn some flight.
These vode were sent to hunt Jedi and were well versed in the foul magicks they employed. Not waiting to stare at their deformed weapons, the three immediately discarded them and reached for their side arms, drawing and firing in one smooth motion. Three shots, staggered and from different angles, arced in towards Will, the variable directions, as well as the close distance, likely making it hard for him to employ his lightsaber efficiently to block. With Hector on the floor and two more tied up trying to regain their feet that left only one more aside from Dorn to act...
As the Mando commander arced around, his armoured form scraping against the ceiling and smashing through another light fixture to send sparks and shrapnel raining down, the last Mando dropped to one knee behind his fellows on the deck. Attempting to break line of sight and avoid the Jedi's tricks he drew a bead again, flicked his blaster rifle to stun, and sent the bright blue arcs pulsing out towards Will.
The rest had been ignored, civilian and combatants alike, as the Mando's focused on the threat. With his aggressive defense and obvious skill, Wll Son'tir drew the Mandalorians attention, the rest going momentarily unnoticed. The puff of feathers further down the corridor added to the confusion, masking those further along in a soft white cloud. Dorn was the only one to notice the discrepancy, the wily veteran seeming to divine the importance of the occurrence. He dropped his rifle and guded his flight directly at Will while focusing beyond at the cloud of feathers. His right hand snaked down to tear his beskad from its sheath with a steely hiss, swinging it forward in preparation for the collision with Will. Left came up and sent the mini-missile streaking towards the feathers with a high-pitched whine, a thin trail of white smoke trailing the deadly projectile.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Aug 12, 2013 16:14:00 GMT -8
Alexis froze, considering her options. Since chaos had broken out in the corridor attention was momentarily not upon her, instead focusing upon the more threatening presence of---a Corellian Jedi? She frowned, ducking quickly as the hallway outside Josh's room suddenly became a very exciting place to be. She winced in empathetic pain as someone close by was hit by a blaster bolt.
As I was thinking what to do, a gurney burst out of the doorway next to me. I recognized Josh of course, not liking the way he was looking, and the young female struggling with the immensity of controlling a rickety hospital gurney while protecting herself from blaster-fire seemed to actually want him to stay alive. So, I crouched low and sprinted to catch up, adding my left hand to the gurney to steady it some. Belatedly I yelled over at Syla, "I'm Alexis!" Not that she knew who I was, but hopefully she'd at least know that we were currently on the 'same side' in this round of shenanigans.
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Post by syla on Aug 15, 2013 11:24:59 GMT -8
"HIYAH!"
*Syla yelled out as she took the turn to get out of eyes sight of the fight, feeling as if something flew past her. then she put one foot on the base of the gurney and started kicking with the other... The gurney wich Joshua was strapped to, an IV bag hanging from a thin pole and Syla herself all sped up.
A piercing infested pale face with one blue one red eye looked at Alexis, clad the greatest grin of exitement only. The gourney clang, the gurneys wheels whined and now and again, the gurney glanced on the wall, but the crasy ride through the main hall of this level towards the elovator had started.*
"I'M SYLA!"
*SHe suddenly looked forward, waving with one hand while holding onto the gurney with the other*
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! MANDALORIANS!!!!!"
*How people understood her might have been different. Of course, you could get the "Please, could you be so nice as to move aside, and maybe remove your person from my heading, because mandalorian war criminals follow my course?"...
of course, some might interprit as if she is calling them names...*
"CALL 911!"
*For those of you concerned, 911 was the communication channel for the hospital security hotline.
it was about then the explosion hit the building. Syla did not even register the rocket flying past her, just inches away, missing the gurney too. The thing flew to the end of the hall she just exited, and shook the building. Syla then lost her balance for a second, and tipped to the right, a little more to the right.... holy crapadooly LEFT LEFT LEFT!!!!!
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*Dr Joevery Dayguy took his morning coffey, flew to work, cured sick people. The building shook when some comotion that tottaly didnt concern him happened way down under, then he cured more people. Taking a break from curing people (oh, what an evil person!) he made a new coffey at the staff breakroom and went back to cure people. Then he felt a new explosion, a larger one. He, being Dr Joeevery Dayguy just HAD TO SEE what it is. Even if its an explosion...
As he opened the door, he closed it at once again.
He only got one glimt of what sped by.
A hospital gurney, with a man strapped to it, but is sliding down to the right side of the gurney, trying to fall out. The gurney was leaned to the right so much, the comatosely drugged joshua was falling out, only held by the strappings. Latched to the back of the gourney was a woman with metal and hair spikes on her head, piercinged head, leather jacket and pants leaning out to the left to try and outweigh the seemingly comatose male while speeding down a hallway with doors that opened just in time.
and there was rattling of the gurney, screeching of the wheels, and a long line of "OH CRAP OH FRACK OH SHAIT OH CRAP OH..."*
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Post by The Major on Aug 17, 2013 4:18:43 GMT -8
Near a forest's edge, close to the Galactic Marketplace.
10 years ago.
When that final decent was yet to be traversed. There were many strange things in this universe, and many which most could not understand. For now, for the sake of the minds of those up above, who plan the plans and twist the lives so that their will may be manifest, a surmising sentiment would work.A young girl pushes apart two particularly large pieces of local fauna to turn her attention to the large city and industrial district down beneath her current position. To say she looked odd was an understatement, since most 15 year olds looked odd. No, in this case, a picture would serve to surmise."Wo zur Hölle bin ich?"She quickly consults a datapad while resting her hand absentmindedly upon the pistol holstered upon her right side: a Model 39. A little more self assure of her barrings, she marches forth, looking wide eyed, and quite frankly, consistently worried on the way down. |
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Post by Will Sontir on Aug 18, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -8
Meanwhile, back in the medical facility-- chaos personified ensues. . .
Three Mandalorians still struggled to regain their balance as a trio of those strong in the Force (two were clearly Jedi, and the steampunk individual looked strangely familiar. . ) takes off down the hall behind where Master Will Son'tir has made his stance for defense. All of the civilians still screaming have either bugged out or on the ground (in varying levels of casualties) some moaning in pain, some moaning in fear-- all just serving as leaving bad footing a life signs to avoid sending blasterbolts through.
Will has a lot on his mind.
Speaking of blasterbolts, the three whose rifles were bent via the Force now sprayed a varying level of blasterbolts volley towards Will. Son'tir makes a quick decision and pivots his body towards the right, his left leg pivoted towards the back with his right hand carrying the mellow purple blade, easily bats two of the blaster bolts up and into the ceiling-- bringing ceiling panel dust raining down everyone involved.
Just as the blasterbolts hit the ceiling, Will spares a glance back to see how the trio with the gurney were fairing. As Will's peripheral vision caught the trailing edge of a bedsheet clearing the corner, he brings his attention back to the battle at hand. The glance was a split second. All that was needed.
The leading Mandalorian was scraping the ceiling on a collision course towards Will, just as he was closing, Will gets a sharp ping in the Force travel down his spine and Will reaches out in the Force and brings the residual Force energy that resides among and between all living things, and calls apon the energy to solidify in a Quick Force Barrier, at a high angle in front of Will, encompassing most of the area around the direction that Will is facing. Will is a Master of the Force, and with decades of combat Jedi experience, this was not the worse thing he needed to do; but because of how quick everything was moving and how much he has fallen out of focus with the Force due to the worry he is sparing to everyone around him, the Force Barrier only lasts momentarily. But enough to catch and negate the stun shot of which the blue circles were closing in.
But the Barrier fell just in time to see a beskar'gam clad warrior crash through and full thruster speed straight for the Corellian Jedi. Not much for Master Son'tir to do, but to bring his lightsaber in high guard. The light sizzles against the bue'ce and Will's wrist bends back; bringing the blade heading back towards Will's face. Will let's go of the activation pummel instantly-- and in that same instance. . .
CRASH
The flying Mandalorian crashes straight into the Jedi Master's chest, driving the pair down towards floor in a mess of robes and beskar, sliding backwards away from the other vode in the fray. Even if the trio were still shooting, their volleys would be well above the pair laying down on the floor.
Will hit the ground behind him without any air left in his lungs, his shoulders and chest hit the floor first, as the other limbs fall in suit. Will instinctively used his own body weight and the momentum given by the thrusters and brought his knees to beard against the lower Mandalorians waiste and with a Force assisted heave, sends the Mandalorians body flipping up and over his own with a crash against the floor.
Will looks down where his lightsaber landed and calls it back into his right palm and looks up where the Mandalorian landed in relative to his own body. Will rolls to his belly and calls apon the Force to rip the Commander's buy'ce from the rest of his armor and send it skidding down the hall, inadvertently hitting a bystander in the fetal position. Will reignites his light saber and comes to his knees over the now revealed Mandalorian, and brings the blade just an inch above his neck.
ENOUGH. Jedi Master Will Son'tir growled, huffing and puffing; not out of exhaustion but of adrenaline. Mandalorians were not known to give up easy, Will knew this for certain-- but he had to try. . . .
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Post by Corr on Aug 20, 2013 14:03:49 GMT -8
As the Mandalorian leader and the Jedi came together with a cacophonous clash the other armoured warriors used the distraction to sort themselves out and set off in pursuit of the fleeing fugitives from Kads justice. The stun beam seemed to dissipate in midair, another use of the Jedi's heathen powers they assumed. The man who fired it snarled and re-holstered his blaster before tearing a wicked-looking beskar mace from his side. A guttural muttering from the amrmored forms signified a new plan and three of them, Mort and the other two that had been staggered by the Force push turned and darted down an adjecent corridor in an attempt to head off the fleeing women and the gurney. Yurk, with the beskar mace, stalked forward towards Dorn and the Jedi as the remaining two vode rushed forward, seeking to dart past Dorn and Will as they rolled and came to their feet...
As Hector watched the blue stun discharge fade he plowed through the Jedi's shield, the lingering effects feeling strange, like a tightness on his skin. He spat and snarled out curses in Mando'a as he barreled into Will, once again defiled by the Jedi spellcraft. His armoured bulk, in excess of two-hundred and fifty pounds hit the Jedi like a beskar missile, no doubt knocking the wind from the other man despite his clever move. Hector found himself rolled over the recumbent form and thrust over to crash down on his back. Not that he took said counter lying down, despite his brief horizontal pose. With a grunt he allowed his momentum to roll him further and twisted sideways to twirl back over his shoulder as his helmet was torn from his head violently. He blinked in the harsh glare of the hospital lighting, his eyes struggling to adjust from the snug glow of his HUD. The added distance meant that, as he came up on one knee, the Jedi's blade lacked the range to sit nicely at his neck and he wasn't about to give the Jedi time to correct that. With the extra space and time the tiny increase in distance afforded him Dorn flicked his own blade up with his right hand to attempt to bat the lightsaber high before it advanced further and gave him a laser-straight shave. His left hand arched around, fifteen inch beskar claws deploying from their concealed sheath to stab towards Wills forearm, probably the only part of the Jedi in range at this time...
Meanwhile, as bodies flitted past to either side of the two combatants, the three Mando's that had taken the side passage burst intot he main corridor about ten meters further down the hall and sought sign of their prey.
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Post by syla on Sept 8, 2013 13:13:31 GMT -8
*Syla was podracing with Joshs unconcious body on a gurney. There was no better metaphor for it. Dodging a doctor to the left, then zigzagging between a sickly old man and a crash-cart, the gurney was speeding along towards the open and waiting elavator. She had sped up so much, the speed was out of her controll, and to be frank, she WAS chased, so in her book, speed was awesome. She manadged to set balance josh out and set down both sides of the gurney, and was just about to let out a cry of joy when a door opened just a bit before her and the mandalorians made re-entrence in her life.
She couldnt rely on her jedi escort, she was way back by now, and all she could do was wave at them screaming:*
"kaMEHAMEHA!"
*She released the strongest force-push she was able to muster in her entire life. It was an immensly powerfull forcepush, if you happened to be a spider on the wall or a fly in the air. WIth her lacking force training, all she could muster on the spot was something that would resemble a strong pust of wind, maximum staggering. Of course, she didnt know this fact, she herself thought she was purely AWESOME, and would soon be speeding off from the supposedly forcepushed and downfallen mandalorians...*
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Post by Corr on Sept 9, 2013 2:35:04 GMT -8
As pathetic as the Force push was even a tiny application of such power could have staggering effects if the Force was with the one applying it. Set as they were for such foul magicks, and prepared for just such a maneuver, the Force did nothing to dislodge the armoured warriors from their vertical base. At her gesture they leaning in unison, perhaps predicting a stronger barrier than the faint wind that washed upon them. Over balanced two of them staggered not back but forwards, muffled curses portraying their dismay at the over-assumption. Trying to bring their blasters to bear on the rapidly approaching gurney they loosed a volley of haphazard shots that may or may not prove a problem to the crazy cyberpunk, her slumbering charge, and the petite Jedi bringing up the rear.
The third Mandalorian managed to keep his balance but the gust of Force power managed to offset his aiming blaster. Knocked awry by the tiny tickling tidbit of tempestuous trickery his shot went straight into a fire extinguisher that was directly to his left. The fire retardant foam exploded outwards in a huge puff of white, spraying all over the dumbfounded warrior and coating his T-shaped visor with the cloudy substance. Hands coming up to claw at the obstacle to his vision the man stumbled around and directly into the path of the hurtling stretcher, turning around blindly and leaning over slightly, presenting his unarmoured posterior to the fast-approaching missile...
As Will and Hector squared off back near the ward room, and Syla's Joshua-packed missile soared down the corridor, the alarms continued to blare throughout the medical center. A steady stream of people now fled the scene, assembling upon the field that the medical services used as a landing pad. Emergency services from the closest town, as well as specialists from Bre, tried to keep order within the chaos as they prepared to send a team into the hospital to assess the situation. The earlier explosion, Hectors missile, had blown out the side of the building, making the people draw back fearfully. Some spoke of a war between two quarreling Jedi factions. Other stated it was a terrorist attack, similar to what was currently tearing Algara II apart. Yet other were convinced it was some kind of experiment gone wrong. All we know is, he's called the Stig.
Wait... That's not right.
Sorry.
The Mando's in the hallway had sent their shots spraying towards Syla and Josh but with little accuracy due to their staggering posture. Still, the shots sped down the hall, lets say seven in total, three from the right side of the corridor and four fro the left. They could pose some threat to the gurney and the following Jedi female should they wish to write it so. Its likely that the gurney will pass the three warriors, one turning to try and aim a shot at the cyberpunks back while the other tears his beskad free and, sword in hand, confront the following Jedi.
The other Mando... well... Looks like he'll be roadkill.
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Post by syla on Sept 16, 2013 7:38:51 GMT -8
She was shocked, strait out of her mind. This was the kind of shock writers get when their awesome attack has little to none effect on their oponent in a duel. Her awesome Force Push just swayed a couple of guys? OUTRAGIOUS!? WTF? WHERE IS A JUDGE WHEN YOU NEED ONE? This is total PG man... total freaking Powergaming...
She knew, even with the speed she was rocketing through the hospital, the mandalorians would shoot her, if not now, then shoot her in the back just as she gets into the elavator that was SOO GOD DAMNED CLOSE! Then she got a genious idea.
You know... the kind that is insanely dangerous, high risk, and actually tottaly dumb in hindsight?
Just as she was to pass the mandalorians, and their shaky shots missing her and the gurney magically (dumb god damn luck) she jumped off the gurnes. She landed in white fireestinglisher smoke (with electronics in the building, its surely fireestinglisher dust or wathever). She used her momentum to tackle one of the staggered mandalorians out of the way and past. Blue beams flew all over, one or two hit the gurney, but Syla survived unscaved. She ran past the mandalorians, opened the closest door (witch was the door to the stairs, thanks to the downloaded scematics) And look back.
She extended her right arm with a closed fist, extended the middle finger, and activated the tiny holographic projectors inplanted on that finger.*Kriff you!Kriff you!Kriff you!Kriff you!Kriff you!"SUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS! SEE YO-/!%" *Thats when she was hit by the stun bolt strait in the hand. The cybernetics got most of that, and all that blue flasshy thing that got Leia only got to her shoulder but her right hand was tottaly out of the game, hanging limp and dead. Cursing, she threw herself down the steps and hurried to catch the elovator witch just made a nice "KLING!' sound that signalled the elavator closing just after the gurney crashed into it.
The gurney is an other storry. It had taken two shots from the mandalorians, so some of that energy smacked Josh too, not to mention the crash into the elavator... OR... the elavator music.
Yeah... Dressel is controlled by some robot jedi AI kinda thing or watever, so who says their pop culture should have actual... taste?
So, two mild electric shocks, a crash and sound that is locally called music... even Snowite would wake from her posioned apple induced coma...*
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Post by Joshua on Sept 16, 2013 13:49:03 GMT -8
Clouds of candy, liquid caramel and scantily clad Barabels, probably the most decadent dream ever alluded to in Jedi versus Sith history, gave way to clamouring sirens and a kaleidoscopic display of stobing colours. A sense of momentum, accompanied by a garrulous comotion of raised voices, assaulted Joshua's senses as consciousness returned to him n a rush. His danger sense screamed at him through the Force, very nearly sending him back into the dark oblivion with its screaming warnings. As the gurney was assaulted by several blaster bolts he twisted this way and that, moving by the very instincts which hollered at him to get out of dodge, flinching miraculously and luckily out of the way of those shots that would harm or injure, turning wounds into near-misses. He was lying flat on something, his eyes flickering, struggling to shake off the tranquilisers running through his system and open. A blur greeted him as he finally overcome the drugs and it took him a moment that the blur of lights had little to do with the drugs and everything to do with his hurtling momentum. He couldn't sit up and his hands fumbled for the hastily secured strap which helped him keep his place on his speeding hospital bed. His left hand undid the clasp as his right moved of its own accord to size the lightsaber which was still, miraculously, at his hip.
He managed to free himself just as the gurney crashed into the elevator, the impact on the lifts back wall sending him face-first into the hard metal surface. His face exploded in a hot miasma of pain as warm blood flowed from his now broken nose.
"WHAA-RAAA-FUUURKGH..."
His lightsaber exploded to life as he landed in a half crouch, claret splattering on the floor between his feet, and the door hissing closed behind the train-wreck that was Joshua Kierra-Solo. He stood in a staggering wobble, the tip of his saber gouging furrows in the elevator walls as he weaved unsteadily around to face the closed portal. He had no idea where the hell he was and the sense of being trapped in a metal container suited his mood ill.
With a snarl and a frown he stepped forward and thrust his weapon through the door, seeking to hack his way out of the cause of his unease. The glowing blue blade cut through savagely, severing mechanisms and setting off more howling alarms. With a splutter and a sigh the power went out, stopping the elevator between floors and plunging the place into darkness. Joshua's face in the soft glow granted by his energy weapon was comical int he extremes as his eyes widened in shock at the sudden dawning of night, a beard of scarlet adorning his cheeks, and froze in the act of carving a hole in the door.
Time seemed to freeze before...
PFFFFZZZZZ!
Fire retardant exploded in his face, triggered by the smoke curling upwards fro the jagged tear burned into the door.
He howled as he fell back, dropping his lightsaber to claw at his stinging eyes....
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Oct 5, 2013 19:04:21 GMT -8
Alexis had instinctively ignited her lightsaber to parry oncoming blaster bolts from the Mandalorians trying to cut her and Syla off in the hallway. Of course, as she attempted to ward off harm from the odd female currently in charge of an occupied gurney/battering ram, she was separated from the two Jedi, though still following them towards the lift at the end of the corridor. Her green blade flashed as she deflected a bolt back the way she'd come before sprinting after Syla...
I could see the two side-openings of a corridor crossing the main one we were in, and I was approaching it fast. The twin flickers of warning in the Force was the only warning I had as I dove for the floor and rolled underneath a flurry of enemy fire. How did so many of them get here in the first place? Their auras told me there were at least two on the left, probably three, no, make that two now, on the right...one of them having been dropped in the crossfire. Syla and Josh wouldn't make it to the lift with this large of a tail, so I spun to the left without thinking and engaged the threat there on a diagonal because I would really prefer not to be pinned between two groups of angry Mandalorians. But, at the same time, I knew that my skill with a blade was not great enough to fight off four people at once. I could only hope to slow them down and then take to my heels.
Something else....since leaving Nar Shaddaa, Alexis had not been in actual combat. She was familiar with it, but, this was so much more intense. And she missed having Dav around. This was so much more than battling droids. These were actual people, though, armed with blasters she could think of them as practice droids. That idea shocked her, but---kriffing hells it burned! She dropped her left hand from her lightsaber as a blaster bolt she hadn't managed to catch burned a glancing mark along her forearm. Using her right hand alone to fight a defensive battle edging back towards the lift she barely heard Syla's shouted warning as she attempted a Force push. Quick as a wink Alexis added her own strength to it, flicking her left hand palm outward in the visible gesture of sending the Force away from herself into those surrounding her with the strength of a wave.
However, as she was slightly off balance, Alexis felt herself stumble against an armored warrior much heavier than herself as he fell. She knew that Syla and Josh were in the lift making good their escape, and now was probably the only chance she had left, particularly since a prickling in the back of her skull told her that Josh was waking up moments before his pain and surprise slammed into her psyche with close to the force of a physical blow, leaving her feeling winded. She made it back to her feet, and much more agile of body she sprinted for the lift even as she reached deep inside the Force to the minds of the Mandalorians behind her as a few shaky bolts shot past her, one of them far too close for comfort. She flexed herself mentally endeavoring to plant in their minds a strong enough image of herself lying seriously wounded and bleeding upon the floor...just enough of a distraction to get her to the lift.
Bloody 'gift' as Dav called it--being able to see and feel others pain. Her curse as she sometimes thought of it had given her many sleepless nights as she tried to understand how she could feel other people dying around her. At the time she had been nothing more than a child, a child without an explanation, but fully aware that the other kids she knew did not experience these things. She located Josh, and attempted to calm him a bit, <<Tricky situation, Joshua, but we'll get you out of it in one piece...oh, I'm about to join you.>>
She slammed her left hand upon the switch. Of course it didn't respond! She panicked and stabbed her lightsaber into the safety controls, nicely melting them. As the door slid open with a hiss, she jumped through the opening and fell down the shaft...
...shutting down her lightsaber so as not to chop off a limb or anything she slowed her fall into a more controllable speed as she could see the lift car she wanted below her. This was simply a different adaptation of levitation. Faster than she reckoned on, she landed with a loud THUMP! on the roof of the lift car. With a shouted, "Syla! It's me!" so she wouldn't get killed by the other girl, she reignited her lightsaber and stabbed the blade through the roof, carving out an opening just wide enough for her to drop through. "Look out below!"
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