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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 18, 2008 20:32:12 GMT -5
Davon's light saber returns to him, and he braces himself to deal with the attack of the beast, now that he has its attention. "You want a piece of this?! Have at thee, mongrel!"
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 18, 2008 20:34:05 GMT -5
<"With pleasure, fool!"> yells the Sith hound in it's ancient language. The hound leaps into the air and lands on Davon.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 18, 2008 20:41:17 GMT -5
Unable to dodge the beast's attack, Davon finds himself pinned down under the creature, unable to strike at it. The beast's gapping maw hovers just in front of his face, its foul breath wafting in the air.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 18, 2008 20:45:05 GMT -5
The hound is about to bite into Davon's face when a lightsaber erupts through the beast's neck. Somehow, Piffl has gotten atop of the hound and has thrust the saber through the beast. The m ighty Sith hound rears onto it's hind legs, bucking Piffl off.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 18, 2008 20:46:55 GMT -5
Davon, now free, slashes into the beast's belly with his lightsaber, hoping to score the killing blow against it.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 18, 2008 20:49:18 GMT -5
The Sith Hound lashes out at Davon again, but is stopped in it's tracks by a blaster bolt to the head, the Commando Droids have arrived in the tomb after finishing off the zombies.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 18, 2008 20:51:54 GMT -5
Davon: "Good to see that the cavalry has arrived. Piffl, are you okay? Do you need medical attention?" Davon hopes that his Force skills are enough to help heal Piffl if she needs it.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 18, 2008 20:58:24 GMT -5
"I... I need bacta." stammers Piffl.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 21, 2008 20:36:58 GMT -5
Davon scrambles to get out the bacta medpacs in that was carrying with him, and is about to apply one on Piffl, when he decides that it would probably be better for her to be touching her chest than he himself, for reasons of knowing where the pain is, and for decency purposes. "Here, you know where they are needed." Davon also uses the Force as best he can on Piffl to heal her (if this is possible; if not, then disregard it).
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 21, 2008 20:49:24 GMT -5
Through the use of the Force and the bacta medpacs, Piffl is on the road to recovery, but is still weak.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 21, 2008 20:57:02 GMT -5
Davon: "Well, the artifacts are our for the taking now. And thanks for the rescue back there. Need some help up?"
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 22, 2008 14:01:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, I thinking the claws actually hit some of my ribs." said Piffl with a groan. "As soon as we return to the fleet I will need better medical attention. There is only so much the Force can do for such injuries."
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 22, 2008 17:59:42 GMT -5
Davon helps Piffl up. He is glad that she has survived, but is worried that the next encounter may be more difficult, given the situation. "Well then, shall we collect the artifacts?"
ooc: I will let you decide what kind of artifacts are in this tomb, since you probably know more about them than I do.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 22, 2008 18:02:48 GMT -5
"Yes we should." said Piffl. "Lets see what is all here."
Piffl examines the final resting place of Darth Waarlok and uncovers and burial mask made of solid gold. She also takes out Waarloks lightsaber and several books of Sith knowledge.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 22, 2008 18:12:30 GMT -5
Davon is pleased with this find. "This is a good start, but there are still more tombs and artifacts that we need to secure. How many droids are left?"
ooc: The number of droids left I shall leave up to you; jsut remember that with Piffle injured, we may need "many" droids to continue on with the RP. Also, want to do a bit of the space battle too? I can be Grievous, and you can be the Republic.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 22, 2008 18:25:18 GMT -5
"All the droids are accounted for. Those zombies are only good agaist the living." said Piffl.
Meanwhile, in space, the Republic fleet and it's flagship, a dreadnaught called the Republic's Savior are in a pitched battle with the Seperatist fleet.
"All stations, fire at Grid Gamma 6, Omega 10! Fire for effect!" barks Admiral Zack Starkiller. "This is Admiral Starkiller to remains of Republic Taskforce Rho! Fire on the Lucid Voice! Repeat, fire on Grievous flagship!"
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 22, 2008 18:47:14 GMT -5
The Lucid Voice is taking a pounding from the Republic fleet, but its shields remain standing for the moment. Having dealt a serious blow to the opposing fleet, and having lost only two of his own vessels, General Grievous is feeling rather emboldened.
Grievous: "All ship fire at the remaining Republic command vessels! We shall win this day!" Having said this, Grievous orders his pickets and escorts to break formation and engage the remaining Republic vessels.
ooc: If you want to bring reinforcements, perhaps a "certain someone" can appear as he usually does at these moments...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 22, 2008 19:01:23 GMT -5
ooc: do you mean Sunskimmer?
ic:
The Republic's Savior is taking a sever beating and is lossing shields.
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Post by cyberpaladin85 on Nov 22, 2008 20:07:01 GMT -5
ooc: I meant the whinny brat known as... Anakin Skywalker! Let us knock him down a peg or three...
Grievous: All ships, aquire new targets! The Savior is mine for the kill. Charge weapons to full power!
Droid: But Sir, that might take some time.
Grievous: Do as I command, I want that ship disentigrated!
ooc: I'm allowing there to be time to rescue the ship in a way that fits with Grievous' personality.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Nov 22, 2008 20:13:12 GMT -5
"This is Admiral Starkiller to Reserve Taskforce Delta! Skywalker, we need your help here!" yells Starkiller over the comlink. "The Republic's Savior is almost lost!"
Another blast rocks the Rendili Stardrive dreadnaught, ripping a hole midship, almost tearing her in two.
"This is Starkiller, all hands abandon ship!"
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