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Post by Speck on Jul 24, 2003 16:46:23 GMT -5
((OOC: Actually, it all matters on the artist's interpretation. Kabe was a Chadra-Fan who can be seen briefly in the Mos Eisley Cantina scene:   They look somewhat like bats, but have a more mouselike way of speaking and moving around. But aaaanyway....)) (( Since most bats (usually the insect-eating type) use echolocation, I suppose they would kind of sound like mice. They're voices would probably sound like mice, since they have very high-pitched voices (most, not all). Yet, to human ears, if you hear bats, they sound more like they're clicking than anything else. There, the bat semi-expert of the Forum has spoken. If I knew more about Star Wars (my brother's the "expert" Star Wars geek in the family, not me), I would join the RP... But...)) |
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Post by gamecubeking on Jul 24, 2003 16:47:57 GMT -5
((Get him to log on  )) |
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Post by maskedhyro on Jul 25, 2003 0:23:19 GMT -5
((please forgive my clumsiness I'm somewhat new to RPs... btw, I'm sillybatty's older brother... anyway))
((Name: Corran Ekkaia
Race:Human
Occupation: Trader (occasionally dealing in "special" cargo
Homeworld: Corellia
Weapons: An outmodeled blaster and my wits
Ship: A somewhat small, aging freighter with some upgrade work done
Bio: After being refused from the Corellian Security Force, Inherited my ship and blaster from my grandfather. I feel uneasy amongst Trandoshan.
Detailed Background: I'll post it later on the Description Thread.))
Corran had just dozed off when Arone, his astromech droid, awoke him. "C'mon Arone, I just got to sleep and I have no time for pranks right now." Arone let out a series of beeps and whistles. "What! We're flying right into what looks like a battle?! I had hoped we could get a trip done peacefully for once." Corran sighed, then began to pull on his boots on his way to the bridge.
"Arone, please prepare to activate shields and the guns, and be ready to fly this tub if I have to take control of the turrets."
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Post by gamecubeking on Jul 25, 2003 7:46:50 GMT -5
((please forgive my clumsiness I'm somewhat new to RPs... btw, I'm sillybatty's older brother... anyway)) ((Name: Corran Ekkaia Race:Human Occupation: Trader (occasionally dealing in "special" cargo Homeworld: Corellia Weapons: An outmodeled blaster and my wits Ship: A somewhat small, aging freighter with some upgrade work done Bio: After being refused from the Corellian Security Force, Inherited my ship and blaster from my grandfather. I feel uneasy amongst Trandoshan. Detailed Background: I'll post it later on the Description Thread.)) Corran had just dozed off when Arone, his astromech droid, awoke him. "C'mon Arone, I just got to sleep and I have no time for pranks right now." Arone let out a series of beeps and whistles. "What! We're flying right into what looks like a battle?! I had hoped we could get a trip done peacefully for once." Corran sighed, then began to pull on his boots on his way to the bridge. "Arone, please prepare to activate shields and the guns, and be ready to fly this tub if I have to take control of the turrets." ((I didn't expect you to ACUALLY log in  )) With Drake firing the turret and Queesta operating the ship he noticed another new blip on the radar, "unidentified" he murmured to himself as he spun the ship around to get a closer look. It was a freighter, fairly old but in good working condition then he heard drakes voice via the commlink "What is that?" he asked "I don't know but we'll have to deal with him later, right now there are more important things on our mind" ((When I say "Deal With" I mean meet with and/or in unlucky conditions fight)) |
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Post by Draco on Jul 25, 2003 20:49:35 GMT -5
Drake continues to fire, when a R2 Unit starts beebing and whistleing at him like mad.
"What?! You do realize I don't under stand you right?"
It continues to beeb and whistle.
"Ok... Ok.. What do you want?"
Drake follows the R2 Unit into a empty room with other R2 Units going mad. Drake quickly moves over to a intercom.
"Hey, um I think your Droids are going nuts! Man I wish I knew why Droids have been going hywire for the past few days!"
Queesta's voice is heard minutes later.
"Ok, you deal with them, and then get back to the turret!"
Drake grins to himself, "Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes."
Drake quickly activates all sleeping Droids. They start to move around and beeb in surprise.
"Ok, any Droids in here that are not going nuts, get out of here and control any spare turrents! The ones going nuts stay in here."
About a dozen Droids seems to leave the room peacefully, a few try to move quickly with sparks flying. Drake quickly pushes them back into the room with his force powers. When all of the good Droids leave he walks to the door himself.
"Well, I guess this is good bye droids. If you can try to draw attention, and get shot."
Drake closes the door, and enters a small room. He quickly finds the button he was look for, and presses it. It opens the air hatch in the room, sucking out all the Droids into space. Along with a some kind of alien he never seen before. Drake closes the hatch, and walks back to his turret.
Drake turns on the intercom, "Ok, the bad Droids have been delt with. Along with some extra cargo, if you know what I mean. I also told the safe Droids to take control of any extra turrets you may have."
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Post by maskedhyro on Jul 25, 2003 22:15:41 GMT -5
((OOC: btw, those little R2 units are DROIDS not Druids )) Corran checked his scanners. "Hmmm... one ship is a fairly common type. The other is... Completely unrecognizable?! Arone... see if you can establish a comlink with either ship. I want to know whats going on. Oh, and never mind the guns and shields, I'll handle those. You just keep us moving unpredictably and establish that comlink." This said, Corran went to the weapons and defense systems computer. Corran activated the weapons and shielding. In spite of the potentially dangerous situation he was grinning to himself. "I just love a good fight..." |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2003 23:35:56 GMT -5
Name: Kamar Kalami
Race: Human
Occupation: Head of new floating city being built over Hoth know as "Hoth City"
Homeworld: Hoth
Weapons: Changes all the time, but his weapon-of-choice is a blaster he built himself
Ship: He's quite wealthy, and a few people are after him, so he get's rides everywhere. But for land, he has a special transport, that has much similarity to the AT-PT, but is much bigger and much more armed
Partner: A Jowa name Weeo
Bio: Raised on the very cold planet, Hoth, he is very wealthy and very mysterious. He is head of a new project, a floating city over Hoth. He has his own technology for anything, some things that others might want, and there's been attempts of assasination on him. He goes everywhere with good friend, Weeo, a Jowa. (the little furry guys)
((Setting: Hoth City, which is still very far from finished))
Door slides open, and someone dressed in a full armer suit walks in.
"Ah, I've been expecting you, Jalla--"
"Just tell me my mission."
"Fine." *hands him a map* "In that exact place, there is a village of Sand People. I want there leader dead, know one else."
"How can I tell it's the leader?"
"He's dressed in red."
"Wait--that's in a dangerous sandstorm area. That will--"
"We'll talk prices later. Just leave now, and don't let anyone know you're working for me, or I'll have a bounty on YOU!"
"But why--"
"Leave now."
*The bounty hunter leaves*
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Post by Draco on Jul 26, 2003 1:36:09 GMT -5
((OOC: btw, those little R2 units are DROIDS not Druids )) ((Whoops Fixed )) |
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Post by Draco on Aug 21, 2003 19:11:17 GMT -5
((Yooo hoo? Gamecube? Someone? I realy like the RP, and I kind of want it to live Not to mention, I hate cliff hangers  )) |
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Post by gamecubeking on Aug 22, 2003 14:16:25 GMT -5
Drake continues to fire, when a R2 Unit starts beebing and whistleing at him like mad. "What?! You do realize I don't under stand you right?" It continues to beeb and whistle. "Ok... Ok.. What do you want?" Drake follows the R2 Unit into a empty room with other R2 Units going mad. Drake quickly moves over to a intercom. "Hey, um I think your Droids are going nuts! Man I wish I knew why Droids have been going hywire for the past few days!" Queesta's voice is heard minutes later. "Ok, you deal with them, and then get back to the turret!" Drake grins to himself, "Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes." Drake quickly activates all sleeping Droids. They start to move around and beeb in surprise. "Ok, any Droids in here that are not going nuts, get out of here and control any spare turrents! The ones going nuts stay in here." About a dozen Droids seems to leave the room peacefully, a few try to move quickly with sparks flying. Drake quickly pushes them back into the room with his force powers. When all of the good Droids leave he walks to the door himself. "Well, I guess this is good bye droids. If you can try to draw attention, and get shot." Drake closes the door, and enters a small room. He quickly finds the button he was look for, and presses it. It opens the air hatch in the room, sucking out all the Droids into space. Along with a some kind of alien he never seen before. Drake closes the hatch, and walks back to his turret. Drake turns on the intercom, "Ok, the bad Droids have been delt with. Along with some extra cargo, if you know what I mean. I also told the safe Droids to take control of any extra turrets you may have." ((I was waiting for YOU  , also were you aware a Star viper is a little combat fighter I don't think to many droids would fit in there. )) After Queesta and Drake destroyed all the Yuuzhan vong's ships in the area Queesta decided to land and hopefully the freighter would do the same "get ready with the turrets drake, this guy may cause us trouble" |
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Post by Draco on Aug 22, 2003 18:12:22 GMT -5
((I was waiting for YOU , also were you aware a Star viper is a little combat fighter I don't think to many droids would fit in there. )) After Queesta and Drake destroyed all the Yuuzhan vong's ships in the area Queesta decided to land and hopefully the freighter would do the same "get ready with the turrets drake, this guy may cause us trouble" ((Well I've been waiting for you Since I posted after you some time ago ^_^ Also, I did not know that Well it doesn't matter now, they are gone ^_^ And if anyone asks, they are the kind that shrink down in size... Ummm, a called back model of the R2 units? )) Drake just looks at the intercom. "Got it." He lays back and pulls out a flask of water, and drinks it. |
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Post by maskedhyro on Aug 25, 2003 18:19:20 GMT -5
((sorry for the long break was unable to get to the net for awhile))
Corran looks up from the targeting computer when Arone beeps at him.
"What's that, Arone? The unidentified ship is destroyed? I don't suppose there's any chance that there's any salvagable debris... oh well. Any news on that comlink to the other ship yet?"
Corran thinks a second. "And don't you dare drop shields or power down the weapons. Those people might not be friendly."
Arone beeps and whistles emphatically.
"They're landing? Hmmm... I hate to leave anything potentially dangerous at my back. Arone, follow them and keep trying to establish that dratted communications link."
((btw, I've been hailing you guys for quite awhile so I sure hope that other guy fried your transmitter dish, unless you'd rather a face-to-face meeting.))
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Post by Draco on Aug 25, 2003 19:51:27 GMT -5
Drake leans back in his chair still. He notices a flashing light. He turns on the intercom to Queesta.
"Hey, whats that little flashing blue light for? Its been going on through that whole battle, and well... Its starting to bug me..."
Drake waits for the responce and leans back again. He puts his legs up on the council pressing the fireing button by accident, blasting some space debree.
"Whoops..."
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Post by gamecubeking on Aug 26, 2003 7:09:11 GMT -5
"I'd better take a look at that" Queesta said landing and running to the turret room "Just as I thought, that guy has been hailing us the entire time" He said giving himself a slap in the head. "you'd better come to drake" He walked to the bridge, pressed the answer button and the image of Corran came on the screen.
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Post by Draco on Aug 26, 2003 17:43:35 GMT -5
Drake stands there with a serious look on his face. ((Not much, but I figured owners of the ship should talk, unless said to talk )) |
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, also were you aware a Star viper is a little combat fighter I don't think to many droids would fit in there. ))