IC: *Tyler slowly puts down his ice gun and his bazooka... but not his hidden mandalorian gadgets like wrist cable and wrist flamethrower.*
*While Mike is looking at you I point at my belt, indicating that I still have an energy shield* "Good. Now lets kill them." *I activate my energy shield the moment Mike pulls the trigger and it absorbs the shot* *The droid raises its vibroblades to cut you down* *I leg sweep Mike to the ground*
IC: *I fry the droid with a wrist flamethrower then shoot a wrist cable at Mike.*
*While Mike is looking at you I point at my belt, indicating that I still have an energy shield* "Good. Now lets kill them." *I activate my energy shield the moment Mike pulls the trigger and it absorbs the shot* *The droid raises its vibroblades to cut you down* *I leg sweep Mike to the ground*
IC: *I fry the droid with a wrist flamethrower then shoot a wrist cable at Mike.*
"Nice work! Time to collect our bounty." "No, no, no! You will pay for this!" "Haha. Yeah. Sure. Hey Tyler, can I fly with you. My ship kind of blew up ."
IC: *I fry the droid with a wrist flamethrower then shoot a wrist cable at Mike.*
"Nice work! Time to collect our bounty." "No, no, no! You will pay for this!" "Haha. Yeah. Sure. Hey Tyler, can I fly with you. My ship kind of blew up ."
IC: "Um, have you seen my ship? There's only room for 1 person in it! Should we call the guild?"
"Nice work! Time to collect our bounty." "No, no, no! You will pay for this!" "Haha. Yeah. Sure. Hey Tyler, can I fly with you. My ship kind of blew up ."
IC: "Um, have you seen my ship? There's only room for 1 person in it! Should we call the guild?"
"Haha, didn't think about that. I'll call Desh to send a ship down." *I contact Desh and he's kinda mad I destroyed my ship. He agrees to send down one of his ships.* *After some time a T-6 shuttle is seen in the distance. I shoot up a flare and it lands next to us.* *Some random guy is flying the ship and I get in the ship and put Mike in the back.* "Okay, set course for Ord Mantell, the bounty hunter base."
IC: "Um, have you seen my ship? There's only room for 1 person in it! Should we call the guild?"
"Haha, didn't think about that. I'll call Desh to send a ship down." *I contact Desh and he's kinda mad I destroyed my ship. He agrees to send down one of his ships.* *After some time a T-6 shuttle is seen in the distance. I shoot up a flare and it lands next to us.* *Some random guy is flying the ship and I get in the ship and put Mike in the back.* "Okay, set course for Ord Mantell, the bounty hunter base."
IC: *I put in the coordinates of Ord Mantell and wait for you to jump. My ship jumps into hyperspace after yours does.*
Post by TheFortuitousMysteryRider on Feb 2, 2022 21:30:36 GMT
~ PLANET: Tatooine
Mos Eisley was full of life as various vagabonds roamed the dirty sand encrusted streets. The Nautolan readjusts his neck armor, clearly not used to such a climate. He mutters to himself. "Krillo, what did you get yourself into this time?"
Leaning on the side of his hangar, he watches a wounded Makurth tie a cloth around his right arm, the source of his pain. Noticing he was being watched, the Makurth looks up at Krillo in disgust and growls.
Krillo merely smiles, thinking about the days events. "What's holding up Eli?" Fear suddenly overcame him. "What if he didn't make it. What if-"
The Makurth tilts his head in confusion, weirded out by Krillo's blank stare. He awkwardly shuffles away.
Post by TheFortuitousMysteryRider on Feb 15, 2022 21:14:03 GMT
*** (PLANET: N'ILDWAB)
OOC: Everyone is well aware of Tatooine, the most famous of desert planets. But what if I told you there exists in Legends a planet of canyons and deserts where the famous bounty hunter Boba Fett saved a town from a masquerading Sith...just like a real western. (something that the Book of Boba Fett should have been doing...)
The engine sputters one final time as the Nautolan smacks the console. A large arch made of rock claims the left-side of his starfighter's cockpit, sending the craft to spiral out of control. "Ach! Why did I think I could make it!" The Nautolan lowers his stolen Kaleesh war mask and ejects, watching from above as his recently purchased Drexl-Class Fighter went up in flames.
While floating downward, the Nautolan sighs through his vocalizer mask. "So long, we weren't aptly accquainted."
Landing on his feet, the Nautolan wipes a dusty hand on his pant leg. "Er, this doesn't seem to quite be Tatooine." He coughs as bits of dust make it through his mask. Spreading his hands wide, he sheeplishly turns to the Shiloh. "Yeah, hmph, it's a good thing you followed me the last step of the way. Uh...thanks for the towing."
The sun beats down on them as the Nautolan searches for any nearby encampments. "Guess the best thing to do is trek to the nearest General Store, eh?"
OOC: Everyone is well aware of Tatooine, the most famous of desert planets. But what if I told you there exists in Legends a planet of canyons and deserts where the famous bounty hunter Boba Fett saved a town from a masquerading Sith...just like a real western. (something that the Book of Boba Fett should have been doing...)
The engine sputters one final time as the Nautolan smacks the console. A large arch made of rock claims the left-side of his starfighter's cockpit, sending the craft to spiral out of control. "Ach! Why did I think I could make it!" The Nautolan lowers his stolen Kaleesh war mask and ejects, watching from above as his recently purchased Drexl-Class Fighter went up in flames.
While floating downward, the Nautolan sighs through his vocalizer mask. "So long, we weren't aptly accquainted."
Landing on his feet, the Nautolan wipes a dusty hand on his pant leg. "Er, this doesn't seem to quite be Tatooine." He coughs as bits of dust make it through his mask. Spreading his hands wide, he sheeplishly turns to the Shiloh. "Yeah, hmph, it's a good thing you followed me the last step of the way. Uh...thanks for the towing."
The sun beats down on them as the Nautolan searches for any nearby encampments. "Guess the best thing to do is trek to the nearest General Store, eh?"
OOC: That sounds awesome! Yes, let's do it. IC: Yeah. Let me check on Shiloh. She didn't exactly land softly. *Checks on the old Firespray-31. Tries to turn it on. Stutters as it turns on. Rises up in the air a bit. Engine dies and Shiloh falls down. Smoke coming out of engine. Elijah gets out.* I need a new ship. I'm thinking about getting and X-wing or V-wing. *Sighs.* I'll get my stuff so that we can look for a settlement. *Gets into Shiloh and gets all of his stuff. Comes out.* Ready?
OOC: Everyone is well aware of Tatooine, the most famous of desert planets. But what if I told you there exists in Legends a planet of canyons and deserts where the famous bounty hunter Boba Fett saved a town from a masquerading Sith...just like a real western. (something that the Book of Boba Fett should have been doing...)
IC: The engine sputters one final time as the Nautolan smacks the console. A large arch made of rock claims the left-side of his starfighter's cockpit, sending the craft to spiral out of control. "Ach! Why did I think I could make it!" The Nautolan lowers his stolen Kaleesh war mask and ejects, watching from above as his recently purchased Drexl-Class Fighter went up in flames.
While floating downward, the Nautolan sighs through his vocalizer mask. "So long, we weren't aptly accquainted."
Landing on his feet, the Nautolan wipes a dusty hand on his pant leg. "Er, this doesn't seem to quite be Tatooine." He coughs as bits of dust make it through his mask. Spreading his hands wide, he sheeplishly turns to the Shiloh. "Yeah, hmph, it's a good thing you followed me the last step of the way. Uh...thanks for the towing."
The sun beats down on them as the Nautolan searches for any nearby encampments. "Guess the best thing to do is trek to the nearest General Store, eh?"
OOC: That sounds awesome! Yes, let's do it. IC: Yeah. Let me check on Shiloh. She didn't exactly land softly. *Checks on the old Firespray-31. Tries to turn it on. Stutters as it turns on. Rises up in the air a bit. Engine dies and Shiloh falls down. Smoke coming out of engine. Elijah gets out.* I need a new ship. I'm thinking about getting and X-wing or V-wing. *Sighs.* I'll get my stuff so that we can look for a settlement. *Gets into Shiloh and gets all of his stuff. Comes out.* Ready?
IC: "Like a bantha." SWOOSH! The Nautolan's footing is thrown off balance and he is left grasping the side of his face. Something had made a cut deep enough to penetrate his mask. Adjusting the knob on his vocalizer, The Nautolan frantically counts his head-tails. "sskrsh-and eight. Wha-sskrsh-was that?"
Loud humming echoes throughout the bleak wasteland. "Eli, duck!" The Nautolan leaps for cover within a ditch when suddenly he cries out in pain as a chain wraps around him, yanking him backwards mid-jump. With the back of his head hitting in the sand, he desperately clutches onto the craggs of a large rock. The chain grows taut.
Struggling to reach the vibroknuckler hidden within his ankle armor, the Nautolan pulls himself forwad and plants his feet firmly onto the ground. He quickly twists his body and grabs hold the end of his sheath peaking out from underneath the chain. Securing the hilt of his electro sword, he extends the blade outward to his left.
The chains loosen as the visitant holding them makes contact with the blade's edge.
CLUNK!
The Nautolan's catches the rolling helmet with his boot and grunts as the wearer's swoop bike continues on without its driver, crashing into a large boulder and spewing flames that nearly singe the end of his head-tails.
Leaning closer to inspect the helmet's insides, the Nautolan is met with a pair of glowing eyes belonging to the face of an HK assassian droid. They slowly fade out.
Wiggling out of the chain, the Nautolan stumbles as he remains slightly dazed. "Eli? Eli?!"
The debris of the Drexl-Starfighter move slightly. Grabbing his Longswat-44, the Nautolan looks through the scope, muttering to himself about the cracked lense.
Out from under the starfighter's wing, the claw of a creature was seen. In its hand was a bowcaster.
The Nautolan races for cover as more mechanized creatures pour out of the debris, each aiming their fellow bowcasters in his direction. "ELLLIII!?"
OOC: That sounds awesome! Yes, let's do it. IC: Yeah. Let me check on Shiloh. She didn't exactly land softly. *Checks on the old Firespray-31. Tries to turn it on. Stutters as it turns on. Rises up in the air a bit. Engine dies and Shiloh falls down. Smoke coming out of engine. Elijah gets out.* I need a new ship. I'm thinking about getting and X-wing or V-wing. *Sighs.* I'll get my stuff so that we can look for a settlement. *Gets into Shiloh and gets all of his stuff. Comes out.* Ready?
IC: "Like a bantha." SWOOSH! The Nautolan's footing is thrown off balance and he is left grasping the side of his face. Something had made a cut deep enough to penetrate his mask. Adjusting the knob on his vocalizer, The Nautolan frantically counts his head-tails. "sskrsh-and eight. Wha-sskrsh-was that?"
Loud humming echoes throughout the bleak wasteland. "Eli, duck!" The Nautolan leaps for cover within a ditch when suddenly he cries out in pain as a chain wraps around him, yanking him backwards mid-jump. With the back of his head hitting in the sand, he desperately clutches onto the craggs of a large rock. The chain grows taut.
Struggling to reach the vibroknuckler hidden within his ankle armor, the Nautolan pulls himself forwad and plants his feet firmly onto the ground. He quickly twists his body and grabs hold the end of his sheath peaking out from underneath the chain. Securing the hilt of his electro sword, he extends the blade outward to his left.
The chains loosen as the visitant holding them makes contact with the blade's edge.
CLUNK!
The Nautolan's catches the rolling helmet with his boot and grunts as the wearer's swoop bike continues on without its driver, crashing into a large boulder and spewing flames that nearly singe the end of his head-tails.
Leaning closer to inspect the helmet's insides, the Nautolan is met with a pair of glowing eyes belonging to the face of an HK assassian droid. They slowly fade out.
Wiggling out of the chain, the Nautolan stumbles as he remains slightly dazed. "Eli? Eli?!"
The debris of the Drexl-Starfighter move slightly. Grabbing his Longswat-44, the Nautolan looks through the scope, muttering to himself about the cracked lense.
Out from under the starfighter's wing, the claw of a creature was seen. In its hand was a bowcaster.
The Nautolan races for cover as more mechanized creatures pour out of the debris, each aiming their fellow bowcasters in his direction. "ELLLIII!?"
IC: "Like a bantha." SWOOSH! The Nautolan's footing is thrown off balance and he is left grasping the side of his face. Something had made a cut deep enough to penetrate his mask. Adjusting the knob on his vocalizer, The Nautolan frantically counts his head-tails. "sskrsh-and eight. Wha-sskrsh-was that?"
Loud humming echoes throughout the bleak wasteland. "Eli, duck!" The Nautolan leaps for cover within a ditch when suddenly he cries out in pain as a chain wraps around him, yanking him backwards mid-jump. With the back of his head hitting in the sand, he desperately clutches onto the craggs of a large rock. The chain grows taut.
Struggling to reach the vibroknuckler hidden within his ankle armor, the Nautolan pulls himself forwad and plants his feet firmly onto the ground. He quickly twists his body and grabs hold the end of his sheath peaking out from underneath the chain. Securing the hilt of his electro sword, he extends the blade outward to his left.
The chains loosen as the visitant holding them makes contact with the blade's edge.
CLUNK!
The Nautolan's catches the rolling helmet with his boot and grunts as the wearer's swoop bike continues on without its driver, crashing into a large boulder and spewing flames that nearly singe the end of his head-tails.
Leaning closer to inspect the helmet's insides, the Nautolan is met with a pair of glowing eyes belonging to the face of an HK assassian droid. They slowly fade out.
Wiggling out of the chain, the Nautolan stumbles as he remains slightly dazed. "Eli? Eli?!"
The debris of the Drexl-Starfighter move slightly. Grabbing his Longswat-44, the Nautolan looks through the scope, muttering to himself about the cracked lense.
Out from under the starfighter's wing, the claw of a creature was seen. In its hand was a bowcaster.
The Nautolan races for cover as more mechanized creatures pour out of the debris, each aiming their fellow bowcasters in his direction. "ELLLIII!?"
*Elijah pulls out his rifle and shoots the Drexl's fuel tank causing an explosion.*
The remaining droids writhe in agony as flames engulf them...all except one.
Walking through the flames without much care, a droid built in the likeness of the infamous QO-99 stares at Eli for a moment before hurling the large, flaming remains of the ship's engine at him. Tearing off more pieces of debris, he continues to shower Eli with metal beams coated in oil, throwing them as if they were spears.
*Elijah pulls out his rifle and shoots the Drexl's fuel tank causing an explosion.*
The remaining droids writhe in agony as flames engulf them...all except one.
Walking through the flames without much care, a droid built in the likeness of the infamous QO-99 stares at Eli for a moment before hurling the large, flaming remains of the ship's engine at him. Tearing off more pieces of debris, he continues to shower Eli with metal beams coated in oil, throwing them as if they were spears.
*Elijah hides behind a large stone. Shoots the droid with a disruptor rifle.*
The remaining droids writhe in agony as flames engulf them...all except one.
Walking through the flames without much care, a droid built in the likeness of the infamous QO-99 stares at Eli for a moment before hurling the large, flaming remains of the ship's engine at him. Tearing off more pieces of debris, he continues to shower Eli with metal beams coated in oil, throwing them as if they were spears.
*Elijah hides behind a large stone. Shoots the droid with a disruptor rifle.*
Dropping on all fours, the droid weaves back and forth, crawling on all fours at lighting pace.
Another explosion rocks the wreckage. The Nautolan jumps to the side as a chunk of the ship's console lands directly next to him. Abandoning his hiding spot, the Nautolan climbs the side of a tall rock formation, swinging to left and catching himself on a ledge. Pulling himself up, he aims his Longswat and continuously fires at the droid's head and neck gears.
The droid twists its body and avoids the blaster fire, angrily beeping before jumping in the air and extending out his extra set of arms at Eli.
*Elijah hides behind a large stone. Shoots the droid with a disruptor rifle.*
Dropping on all fours, the droid weaves back and forth, crawling on all fours at lighting pace.
Another explosion rocks the wreckage. The Nautolan jumps to the side as a chunk of the ship's console lands directly next to him. Abandoning his hiding spot, the Nautolan climbs the side of a tall rock formation, swinging to left and catching himself on a ledge. Pulling himself up, he aims his Longswat and continuously fires at the droid's head and neck gears.
The droid twists its body and avoids the blaster fire, angrily beeping before jumping in the air and extending out his extra set of arms at Eli.
Dropping on all fours, the droid weaves back and forth, crawling on all fours at lighting pace.
Another explosion rocks the wreckage. The Nautolan jumps to the side as a chunk of the ship's console lands directly next to him. Abandoning his hiding spot, the Nautolan climbs the side of a tall rock formation, swinging to left and catching himself on a ledge. Pulling himself up, he aims his Longswat and continuously fires at the droid's head and neck gears.
The droid twists its body and avoids the blaster fire, angrily beeping before jumping in the air and extending out his extra set of arms at Eli.
*Uses wrist flamethrower.*
Wreathed in flames, the droid grabs both of Eli's wrists and throws a couple of jabs with his extra pair of arms.
ZZiph!
A vibrobrade is caught in mid air by the droid who turns its head back and glares at its thrower. The Nautolan merely smirks.