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Bounty Hunter Mike

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  1. Mike stood up from the barstool which he borne his weight for the past hour. Things were winding down, and the thrill of battle had dulled, as he found it hard to find a challenge worthy of him. Throwing down a few credits to pay for his drinks, he walked casually to his ship, the Shadow Strike, boarding the sleek beauty and firing up the repulsorlifts. With a flick of a switch, he cut in the sublight engines as well, and punched the throttle, the ship blasting away from the little hole in the wall of a bar, and causing a devestating sonic boom, which would make glass shatter and ears pop. Within moments, he had breached the atmosphere, and was heading for space. He was rich, he was famous, he was feared. But, above all, he was bored. The hum of the lightsaber, the screech of the vibroblade, the sound of blasterfire, none of this thrilled him the way it used to. He didn't need the money, he had more credits than he could spend in a hundred lifetimes, his main reason for staying in the hunt was the enjoyment he got from battle, but, that had gone, and there was little reason for him to continue in this proffession. With thoughts of a long, peaceful retirement in mind, Mike pulled the hyperspace lever, and as the swirling miasma of hyperspace took him, he went forth to parts unknown.
  2. Throughout the spectacularly incendiary fight between Joshua and the unnamed opponent, Mike had his attention turned towards his datapad, as he typed out a message, encrypting it on a datacard in a mid-level encryption code. Shortly after completing the encryption, a large, rat-like being obsequiously drops a device at Mike's feet. Raising his hand, he pulled the device towards his outstretched palm, grabbing it out of mid air, and sliding it into his belt. Once The clawdite had dispatched the obviously mentally unbalanced attacker, Mike faced the newest recruit, throwing the datacard to him. "I want you to take this to Smash Daisaku, at the Black Sun Citadel on Coruscant. After presenting him with this, you will await further instructions from him. If you fail to do this, you will be ejected from the Elite Mercs. If you attempt to read the contents of the datacard, you will die." "Get going."
  3. Mike sat at the tapcaf, draining his glass of scotch. Things had gotten so boring lately, and it was amazing that in such a violent galaxy, full of misdeeds and wrongdoings, that no one had a bounty to post. His musings were cut short, however, when the new recruit arrived, and asked about a prospective 'drinking contents'. Mike's response was a roll of his eyes. He then reached under the table, and into a bucket of ice, and within a half second, a bottle of ale was flying towards Joshua's head. While hurling the bottle, however, Mike felt a familiar presence, which was accompanied by an unfamiliar ship. Hm, I wonder when Tekkan got rid of the Harmatia. He grabbed a second bottle, and hurled it at Tekkan, who had just came down the landing ramp of the ship, using the Force to propel the bottle further and faster.
  4. Mike muttered something under his breath about the goddamned Prima Donna former-Sith, and considered following the ship and shooting it down. However, bellow his ship, Mike could see the Clawdite taking on two Nexu. He wasn't sure whether it was brave of foolish, but it took guts, either way. Guts, which it looked like were about to be ripped asunder if the fight kept going the way it was. Joshua had managed to kill one of the Nexu, but the second was still alive and dangerous. Not only that, but the reek was on it's way. Quickly lowering the Shadow Strike to 30 feet above the ground, Mike engaged the control lock and ran for the egress ramp, opening it with a wave of his hand and diving out ino mid air. Falling towards the still-living Nexu, Mike maneuvered himself so that he would land feet first, and aimed himself to land right behind the Nexu's head. He was on target, and the Nexu died instantly as Mike crushed its throat between his falling mass. Going into a roll, he unsheathed his lightsaber, the snap-hiss giving way to a silver beam of energy. He took off at a dead run towards the oncoming Reek. When the two charging predators were about to collide, Mike dove low, and rolled taking off the animal's front left leg. As the animal began to fall forwards, Mike leapt up, onto the back of the beast and plunged his lightsaber throw the base of the Reek's skull, cooking it's brain with the blade. The animal let loose an inhuman howling, which was mercifully silenced when Mike flicked his blade around, the beam of energy destroying the last of the Reek's brain, finally killing it. Gathering the Force beneath him, Mike leapt upward with all his strength, using the Force to further propel him, and landed on the entry ramp of his ship. Making his way back to the controls, he engaged the comm system, and sent a message to Sticks, telling him to get himself cleaned up, and meet him in the local cantina. Flying the ship towards the rendezvous, Mike landed the Strike and waited.
  5. Mike sighed as he saw the exchange between his two newest recruits. "First of all, I want both of you to stow your attitudes. You are here to work together, and any sort of rivalry between you will just be a hinderance. And, if this hinderance continues. I will kill both of you myself." He saw the felt the reaction from Jareth, it was part way between surprise, disgust and understanding. "Please do not take this as a threat, merely a warning. I will not let the prosperity of this unit be comprimised." "Now, as the unpleasantness is out of the way, we can get onto business. At the moment, we have no jobs waiting for us, so we will train until something comes up. First on the agenda is teamwork." Without warning, Mike lashed out, quickly sweeping the legs out from under Stykes, and flipping Jareth onto his back, right next to where Stykes lay. He cuffed them together, before either of them could get up. Now they would have to work together. "Those, are electrocuffs. Either of you act un a manner which I find unfitting of an Elite merc, and you get a shock" Mike demonstrated, removing a small remote from his belt and pressing the button, assaulting the with a mild shock. "Go over there," he said, gesturing to a nearby arena." and you will find your challenge. A Reek and two Nexu. I want you to work together to kill both of them in combat. No long range sniper shots, and no Force chokes." "I will be watching." Mike then simply walked to his ship and piloted it over to the indicated arena.
  6. Mike chuckled slightly at Jareth's comment about his nose. "And I see that you have regained your depth perception." Mike retorted, taking a verbal jab at the eye which Jareth had lost to Mike's attack the last time that they had met. He glanced at the other fighter. Joshua Stykes, aka Sticks. He had been watching this hunter for quite sometime. When he saw the wookiee step out onto the battlefield, he thought for a moment that he had miscalculated, until he remembered the rather unique talents which Clawdite's held. They were changelings. A trick which may come in handy. "No doubt both of you have heard of the Elite Mercenary Unit. Well, we are in the process of taking in new recruits, and, as I just mentioned, you two are our best prospects for the positions. I am here to offer you a part on our team."
  7. The Clawdite's blade struck a solid object. However, instead of the sound which would be associated with the cutting of flesh, a sharp clang was heard, as the blade hit that of Mike's, who had covered the distance between his vantage point and the two combatants in the space of a half second, aided by the Force. Joshua's blade was hurled aside easily by a flick from Mike's own sword, his inhuman strength the product of the Black Sun muscular enhancements. Standing between the two warriors, Mike smiled, more than prepared for a secondary attack, which may come from either of the fighters, angry at having their duel interrupted. "Settle down. It wouldn't be right to have my two best prospects kill eachother. If you are prepared to listen, I have an offer that both of you should find... Intriguing to say the least."
  8. As the message hit him, Mike finally realised what had been so familiar about the young man, who had cloaked himself in the Force. It was Jareth, a man he had known for ages. The potential for this fight had just gotten way more interesting. As a reply to Jareth's question, Mike merely smiled and shrugged. He was here as an impartial observer, not as some master of puppets. He would decide the combatants merits on the way they fought. And he knew Jareth could fight well. He had the scars to prove it.
  9. The Shadow Strike came out of Hyperspace above the hovering blood drop known as Rattatak. It's sole occupant, the infamous Mike Attard had come, looking for combatants. For Elite combatants, to help him reform the Elite Merc Unit. The Strike slid down through the atmosphere of the battle hardened planet, heading straight to the Cauldron, a place of violence, bloodshed and death. His kind of place. As the ship came to rest, the boarding ramp opened with a hiss of decompressed air, and Mike strode out, glancing at the two beings which currently stood on the field of battle. A wookiee, and a man. Both, however, were anomalies. Neither were what they seemed. This fight would be very interesting.
  10. The four projectiles hit the dojo with devastating results. The Diamond Boron missiles hitting first, striking the lower levels of the building, and causing it to collapse in on itself, the graceful building becoming a mass of tumbling debris. Moments later, the slower, but more powerful of the projectiles, the Proton torpedoes hit the building; ensure the deaths of countless jedi hopefuls with billowing flame and a vicious explosion. Flames jetted out of the site of the explosion into the area where the Blademaster and the wookiee were battling the Vornskyrs, roasting the downed blademaster, turning his flesh into ash. The heat also reached the large wookiee, but, he was quicker to react, and the heat only gave him minor burns, singeing patches of his hair. Back on the Shadow Rider, Mike didn't have a chance to enjoy the destruction he had caused, as he was busy dealing with the bucking winds, threatening to tear his ship apart. Opening up on the throttle, the ship blasted through the impromptu weather phenomenon, only to be confronted by an armada of Rebel ships. Knowing when to fight and when to run was an important thing for anybody, and Mike knew that this was a battle he couldn't win. Opening up the throttle to full speed, and diverting all discretionary power to his engines and shields. The sleek craft flew through the atmosphere, and away from the rapidly approaching Rebel ships. Shedding atmosphere and fighters, diving and weaving trying to avoid being destroyed by whatever weapons the rebels had on them. The Strike headed for open space, and began calculating a hyperspace jump. The ship hit hyperspace just in time, with two of the leading fighters coming within range to begin blasting. They would almost certainly be able to track him. But, this fight would be fought on his terms, not on theirs. As the swirling miasma, and subsequent safety, of hyperspace overtook him, he had time to wonder how all those ships had managed to show up in the time between his announcement of his intentions, and when his missiles hit the Dojo. It couldn't have been more than a minute, but there was, apparently, enough time for the rebels to hear about the attack, and arrive from wherever they were. Amazing.
  11. There was little conflict in Mike once he recieved the comm. After all, this was a better deal. Several priceless items from a powerful Sith Lord, and the added notches to his record, as opposed to playing babysitter to a bunch of Jedi. It was no contest. Pausing a moment to send a comm to Kheldar informing him, respectfully, of the end of their deal. He then sent a second comm, this time to the Surface of Borleias, to the Jedi Dojo. "I have just recieved a better offer. Prepare to die" Then, angling the Shadow Strike towards the dojo, he opened up the engines and engaged the shields, the ship screaming down towards the surface at an unbelievable speed. Once inside the atmosphere, he began to decellerate, and, once he found a suitable speed, he reached over to his left, hitting a few keys and priming his Diamond Boron Missiles and Proton Torpedoes. Reaching out with his thoughts, he focused on the beings within the training centre, who would be atomized in mere moments. If any of them attempted to launch a counter attack, he would know. With a gentle push on his control yoke, he pointed the nose of the craft towards the main target. The Jedi Dojo, and fired Four projectiles streaked forth from the Strike, all heading towards the building housing tomorrows Jedi. The subsequent, and inevitable, explosions would completely obliterate anything and anyone in or around the dojo. Death had came to Borleias,
  12. Above the skies of Borleias, a sleek ship came out of hyperspace with a flicker of psuedomotion, heading down towards the surface of the planet. It stopped approximately 20km short of the atmosphere, and sent out a comm to the Jedi Dojo below. "This is Mike Attard, bounty hunter. I have been hired to protect you from The Empire and the Sith, for the time being."
  13. Mike puts his stylus to the flimsiplast and scribbles down his signature. "Protection, right. And the Shadow Strike is working beautifully, thank you." He turned on his heel, the trenchcoat swishing around behind him as he left the large building, heading towards his ship. Upon reaching the ship, he noticed that there were two large crates sitting in his cargo hold. Satisfied with the delivery, he walked into the cockpit and fired up the engines, lifting the ship of the ground and blasting into space. His next stop would be Borleias, to 'protect' the Jedi.
  14. The Shadow Strike came out of hyperspace above the planet of Correllia, the sleek ship gliding through the darkness of space. The ship came down smoothly through the atmosphere and cruised through the air above Coronet City, floating down to come to a rest on a secure landing pad. The entry ramp slid down, and the doors opened to the ship, and out stepped one of the most feared bounty hunters in the known galaxy. Clad in black armour, a black trenchcoat and a black helmet, he looked like some sort of demon, come to claim the souls of the damned. He carried an inventory of weaponry that would make many armourers gasp. He strolled through the streets of Coronet towards the building which was one of the many buildings owned by his friend Kheldar Vos Correli. Upon entering the building, he approached the front desk walking straight up to the receptionist. He removed his helmet, gazing down at her with his altered eyes, lenses sliding into place to allow him to see her in the infra-red wavelength, seeing the reaction of fear come to her, as her skin temperature dropped several degrees. It was a natural reaction, one which he was used to. He said, in an even, emotionless voice. "I am here for some supplies in regards to a job."
  15. Just updating this thing. A lot has changed since it was first posted. BOUNTY HUNTER MIKE'S CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Mike Attard Nickname: Mick Age: 26 Species: Sorrusian Height: 6ft 3" Weight: Unknown (Muscular build) Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Neutral Clothing: Blast dampening body glove, Black modified Dura Armour (reinforced by slivers of 'Eclipse' metal) , Modified Clone Trooper Helmet (Black), Dark Gray coat (Shadow Silk, Chromasheath and armourweave) Weapon: Custom Vibrokatana, 2 'S-5 blaster' pistols, 2 'Enforcer' projectile pistols, MM9 wrist rocket system, A silver Lightsaber, (given to him by Stephen the Hermit, upon the completion of his Force Training, when he attained the approximate equivalent skill level of a mid-level knight.) Force User Inventory: Custom Datapad, Field Medpac. Posessions:His Ship, the Shadow Strike, a modified E52 asassin droid, a pilot droid, a scroll passed down to him from the Hermit. Part Owner of the Coruscant Fight Club. For the old players that come back now, Force Side: Neutral Trained by: Stephen, the Hermit (twice) Trained who: Bala Antilles Current Affiliation: Elite Mercenaries Current Rank: Bounty Hunter Other info: Mike was 'upgraded' by Black Sun, he now has approximately four times his original strength. He can also see on several wavelengths and see in greater detail.
  16. Mike sat on the couch in his ship, the Shadow Strike, his eyes feeling as though they had fiery needles of pure pain jabbed through them. These episodes were becoming fewer and further between, and Mike was confident that this would be one of the last bouts of pain from his new eyes. With a sigh of relief, the pain had subsided, and Mike was left to sit in peace and wonder about what to do with his time. At this time, there was no real jobs out there. He had nothing to do, and had, for the first time in ages, some down-time to enjoy. He decided that he would just look up his fellow mercs, and maybe spend some time training with them.
  17. Okay, I have been asked to rule on this, so here it is. Ronin's last post is null, on account of 'double posting'.
  18. Mike saw the fiery being depart from the area, and decided it was also time for him to leave. Now that Daisaku was back in charge of Black Sun, it was an organisation which he respected, and one which he could honestly see himself working with. On a loose alliegence of course. Mike turned to the rest of his Unit. "I am going to go to the Black Sun Citadel. I am going to see if I can pioneer a new working relationship between our two organisations." He turned on his heel, and strode towards his ship, the Shadow Strike, the ship lifting off the ground within a few minutes of Mike's boarding. The sleek ship angled towards the sky, and once it was clear of the Bespin gravity well, went into hyperspace with a flicker of psuedomotion. Next stop, Coruscant, and the Black Sun Citadel.
  19. Mike was laying on a couch in his ship, enjoying one of the few moments of down-time his hectic life made available to him. In one hand he had a glass of fine, single malt scotch, in his other hand was the remote to his sound-unit. He sat back, listening to the reverberations and distorted whine of a electrified string instrument, accompanied by thundering drums and a booming bass sound. He too a long sip from the glass, savouring the taste of the liqour and the pure power of the music. The feeling didn't last long, though, as a flashing light caught his attention on the comm console. Turning the music down to a bare whisper, he activated the console, and listened to the short message from the infirmary, informing him that Tekkan and his fellow mercs were waiting for him. Mike switched off the music completely, and downed the rest of his scotch. Donning his armour, weapons and finally his helmet, he then retrieved his trenchcoat and made his way from the Shadow Strike and down towards corridor AA-23. When he got there, he noticed his allies standing in an adjacent lane. Mike simply walked over to join them, "So, we are going to kill ShadowFett again.You know, I almost feel sorry for him... Almost"
  20. It has been too long since I could just sit back and relax Mike thought to himself, making his way back through the corridors of Cloud City to a small cantina. Taking a seat at the bar, he set the silver orb on the wooden surface infront of him, removing his helmet and placing it next to the ball. He signaled the bartender, ordering a bottle of Bespin Port . When the bottle arrived, he took a long swig of the strong liquid, feeling it warm his innards. Removing his datapad, he set it infront of him. Inserting his newly acquired datacard into the recepticle and studying the inner workings of the blaster pistol, paying close attention to the description and workings of the heter valve, the XCiter and the actuating blaster module. He then reached into a bag and removed a Blastech DH-17 blaster, placing it on the bar in front of him. An action which startled many of the clientel, having a known bounty hunter in the bar was nerve racking, but having one remove a weapon was enough to send a few into a panic, but Mike merely ignored them. He reached out with his mind, focusing it on the weapon lying infront of him, his mind questing through the innards of the pistol. His mind moving through the tip of the barrel, passing through the static pulse adapters and the prismatic crystal housing into the Actuating Blaster Module. With a controlled burst through the Force, he cracked the circuitry of the module. He wasn't done yet, his mind pushed further into the weapon, until it came upon the Gas Conversion Enabler, which was more commonly known as the 'XCiter' with a concentrated 'tap' he had effectively broken the power circuits, rendering the blaster useless. The process had taken about a minute, not too bad, for his first try, considering that he was playing it by ear, so to speak. But now that he knew his way around the innards of the blaster, he was confident he could pull off the little trick within a few seconds. But, he had to be certain that the internal sabotage would be enough to stop the weapon from firing. Taking another long swig of the port, he turned around and noticed a man sitting in a corner booth. Donning his helmet and putting away his datapad, he walked over to the human, presenting him with the sabotaged blaster. "Shoot me with this weapon." The man's eyes widened as he glanced up at the hunter. "N-n-no" he stammered. Mike simply unholstered his own blaster, putting it to the man's temple. "Either you shoot me, or I shoot you. Your choice, junior." The choice didn't take long, as he raised the DH-17 blaster, pointing it at Mike's chest and began to squeeze the trigger. Mike stood stock, waiting with a faint doubt in whether his sabotage had any real effect. The man pulled the trigger.... Nothing. He pulled the trigger again, but still nothing. Mike brought his gaunleted hand down on the useless weapon, pulling it from the man's grasp, and throwing it aside. Walking past the bar, he grabbed his bottle of Bespin port, barely noticing the odd absence of the orb which was presented to him by Rane. No matter, if he needed to contact the other Mercs, he would just send them a comm message, like usual. The item had most likely rolled off the bar and landed behind the counter anyway. Placing a credit voucher on the bar to pay for his drink, Mike left the bar. And a collective sigh of relief was released by many of the bar's patrons. Mike made his way to his ship, the Shadow Strike ensuring that as soon as Tekkan had recovered, the infirmary would contact him. ****** In the small cantina, Daroz Riidan, a small street urchin, an orphan, grasped his new prize which he had stolen off the bar. A shiny sphere. He smiled a grin which lacked many teeth. Perhaps if he sold it, he could eat today.
  21. "I have some other business to attend to, I will meet you at the infirmary." With that, Mike split off from the group, making his way down an adjacent corridor, people scattering out of his path, not wishing to offend or anger the mercenary who's infamy rivalled that of Boba Fett. He made his way through the labyrinthine hallways of the floating city. Taking a series of walkways and turbolifts, he got to his destination, a shop stocking datacards on a series of subjects. After searching for a few minutes, Mike found what he was looking for, a datacard explaining the science behind the most common weaponry in the galaxy, including blasters, vibroblades, sonic weaponry, stun weaponry and grenades, all including detailed schematics of the weaponry and vital parts. Mike tucked the datacard into a pocket in his trenchcoat, and threw a few credit ships on the counter, turning and making his way back up to the infirmary, stopping only briefly to purchase a few weapons to practice what he had in mind on. He met up with his fellow mercs out the front of the infirmary.
  22. The Shadow Strike slid out of hyperspace above the gaseous planet, and broke through the atmosphere, submitting the proper authorisation codes when it got within range, and continuing down to it's appointed landing pad, one which was very close to that of Rane and Ronin. The ship powered down, enabling it's defences as, from the boarding ramp, Mike strode out, his face covered by his helmet, and his body cover by his armour and shrouded by his coat. He immediately made his way through the city, finding his comrades with minimal trouble and falling into step beside them. His only greeting was an emotionless statement. "I heard Tekkan was gravely injured on Tattooine. Once he is healed, I want to speak with him. He has some skill with the Force which I believe can be developed."
  23. ((Mod's Ruling: Gene, you are dead, you and your ship have been completely destroyed by the Thermal Detonator))
  24. First of All, Gene, don't post OOC. Just PM a mod if you need help. Now on to the ruling. The tactics that fuzzy used were completely legal. He posted several times digging underneath the temple. The whole point of the tunnel was to collapse, bringing down your temple at the same time, so the flame droids would have pretty much had the same effect. Also, the flame droids didn't actually do anything, so they aren't really a valid defence against the destruction. As for the generator, one would assume they would have some sort of major power source inside your temple, which would be the source of the explosion. My ruling: The temple is destroyed. Good thing it was empty though, huh
  25. A few systems outside of the Coruscant star system, a lone Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace. From it's main hangar, it disgorged four ships, Patch's modified TIE Defender, Rane's Shadow Rider and Tekkan's Harmatia and Mike's Shadow Strike. The total number of occupants of the four ships equalling 19. Four Elite mercenaries, and fifteen of the most elite troops the Hutt's had to offer. The four ships formed up in a loose formation, aimed towards Coruscant. With for consecutive flickers of psuedomotion, the four ships jumped into hyperspace.
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