Rattatak

[Ronin Wartide]

"It looks like you're in luck. My ship has probably been fixed since Rane blew it up. And even better- My ship is properly equipped to 'move' other ships."

 

*Ronin reached in his pocket and thumbed a remote, decided it was the wrong one, then grabbed his ship remote and hit the call button. A small click indicated that it responded and would be on it's way.*

 

"Your ride should arrive any minute."

[Kat Nargal]

Kat laughed...

"What, and your just going to tow our ship to a shipyard, and then leave it to us??? do we trust him sis... I think we can, but im not 100%..."

[Zara Nargal]

Zara looked from one to the other, alittle undecided... she wasn't quite sure if they could trust Ronin or not... not with the entrance he made.

 

"You decide Kat..."

 

Her words came out alittle slurred. The cut above her eye and the cuts where the harness had dug into her shoulders had stopped bleeding ages ago but the pain med's she had used in the hypospray were wearing off. As she was now leaning against the control panel, she fumbled for the latch of the first aid box for another hypospray.

 

No doubt she had a little concussion as well as the pirate was looking sexier the more she looked at him. She shook her head thinking that she was starting to go mad and almost slide from the panel, luckily landing in the pilot's chair. She jabbed the hypospray into her thigh, feeling the soothing med's begin to spread it's magic though her aching body.

[Ronin Wartide]

*Ronin's ship, The Grave Breaker dropped out of hyperspace and quickly pulled up beside Kat and Zara's ship. Without asking, the docking sequence began and Ronin's infamous pirate ship was connected by a small gateway to the Siblings' fighter. Ronin looked at the door, and noticed Zara's worsening condition, and shows some concern.*

 

"Well, I suppose I could just leave you here and you could wait for somebody to show up that you do trust to pick you up. That should only take 10, maybe 20 years, judging on how desolate this world is."

 

*Ronin watched Zara slide into the seat.*

 

"She's not looking terribly well..."

[Kat Nargal]

"Ohhh crap... alright, now i have no choice... im not to worried though, i have a feeling i can trust you, for the moment... call it gut instinct..." With that, he walked over and picked up his sister...

 

"Come on sis, we need to patch you up... Is it ok if we use your medical facilities Ronin, im not sure how well ours survived that impact..." As he said this, he walked towards him, with her cradled in his arms...

[Ronin Wartide]

*Ronin hearded the two onto his ship. The white and red interior- custom made for Ronin by the greatest ship designers and manufacturers of his time. It was called the Grave Breaker, and never did a more perfect pirate vessel ever exist. Ronin lead the way, and opened a door to a small medical treatment room.*

 

"Welcome aboard the Grave Breaker."

 

*Ronin allowed Kat to bring his Sister Zara into the medical treatment room, where he had a variety of high quality treatment materials, most "acquired" from previous missions.*

 

"So, where do you want to go?"

[Nahstaa]

((sorry, wrong alias... This should be kat))

 

"Is coruscant alright? Are you actually able to land on coruscant?... It would make things easier on our part... i have some modifications, and some restocking to do... we were thoroughly under prepared for your attack, and we need to remedy that..." As he said this, he winked... He had finished his ciggarette...

 

"I need some more smokes too... " With that he laughed...

[Zara Nargal]

Zara could hear the conversation going on but not quite make out the words. She must have hit her head harder than she first thought... talk about delayed reaction. She didn't need this to happen. Slowly the meds began to work and the words they were saying became clearer.

 

She heard Ronin ask where they wanted to go and Kat replying Coruscant. She muttered in response, a pounding headache making it difficult for her to open her eyes very far.

 

"Coruscant? Just as long as it's not near the Last Call... You know what happened last time we were there bro... I had to carry your sorry butt out of the place..."

[Kat Nargal]

"Ha, I've carried you out a few times as well sis... Anyway, whats wrong with a little fun..." Laughing, he poked his head into the room and checked on his sis... she was fine, but would need to be taken to the coruscant medical center or something... they were going to be stuck on coruscant for a while...

[Ronin Wartide]

*Ronin laughed a little at the Siblings. It made him think of his own sibling- which robbed him of his smile pretty quickly. Corban Wartide... He hardly acknowledged he had a brother anymore... He was bright, but he had no sense, and in the end he was a traitor. He betrayed his own flesh and blood. As far Ronin was concerned- he had no brother. The look on his face became grave, and he grew silent.

 

He turned and left for his cockpit. He went through the bioscan and took his seat in the spherical room. The holoprojectors flickered on and the world around the ship came to life. Ronin detached his ship from Zara and Kat's then hovered back over it. The grappler arm deployed from the bottom of the ship and out shot the electromag harpoon, which drew K&Z's ship toward the grappler arm, where it was clamped into place. Ronin's sublight engines ignited and he took off into space- making the jump to lightspeed and heading toward the world of Coruscant...*

 

((OCC: Continue in space thread))

[Jango Sshanks]

Rattack, a drop of blood that had formed into a planet, so it would seem. Sicne war and blood had been econimcallygood to the planet, it was a good place for warriors to hide. And that is what Jango Shanks had come for. A couple of lost Sabacc games and this ship and his armor was all that Jango had left. And he owed those thingsto a local crime boss on Coruscant. And he was being persuid by half the thugs fleet.

 

The Infilitrator speed toward the planet of war and havoc. Its sleekness helpingit move quicker than a large ship, but its engines were beign drained by the holographic machine working it magic. But in all the hustle, he had forgotten to switch the transponder numbers on his ship, making it an easy target for any pilots looking for him.

 

and that is what four Firespray pilots were counting on. AS soon as he was in range theu fired their 4 Ion Cannons each and sabatoged the ship. Now Jango had nowhere to run.

 

"Damn. Got to get out of here."

 

But as he neared the escapepod, gas was pumped itno the ship and soon he was unconscious.

 

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edited so i can post again.

 

Jango could smell old urine and other bodily wastes. He was in a holding cell for slave fighters of the warlords of the blood planet. He was going to be used to make money for the warlords to win the planetary war. He had to escape to get his armor and ship back. He needed to get a new job as well. Surely his posessions on his ship had been taken and discarded, not understanding their importance.

 

A guard comes and stuns for him for a seconds as he attaches a slave collar to the Mandalorian. He yanks him out of the cage and hauls him into an arena. There was an acklay out in the middle of the arena, being prodded by 3 Rattackians. Their electric rods were sending the creature into an uncontrollable rage.

 

"Poodoo."

 

The acklay turns on Jango and charges.

 

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Jango watches as the acklay charges toward him and he looks into its eyes. He sees it hunger and want for blood. but he had a stronger desire. To live. He rolls to the left and hits something hard. An a double edged battle ax had been placed at his disposal.

 

He draws it from the sand and swings it through the air, getting used tothe feel. He stands in the best stance to use the heavy weapon and waits for the right moment. the acklay saw that its food now had a way to fight back and was more cautious.

 

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A few weeks had passed and Jango had gotten used to fighting in the arena. He had won warlords lots of money. He had even befriended some of the guards. Jango had learned the rotation of the better guards and how he could escape. He had also learned where they kept the weapons and the ships.

 

Jango keeps his eyes closed as a guard walks by his cell and shines a light through. He then stands and peels off the holoposter of the best gladiators on Rattack. He slips through a hole and into an empty cell. the door had been left open so the guards could easily throw a prisoner in.

 

The Mandalorian begins running through the complex and soon finds himself in the armory. He sees walls of blasters and droids. Jango picks up some old stormtrooper armor and places it on his body. It was a perfect fit until he got his Mandalorian armor back. He hooks an E-11 to his belt and slaps a DH-17 Blaster Pistol onto his thigh and begins to exit before seeing two Hulk Droids and reprograms them to suit his purposes. their E-Webs activate and aim forward. Jango leaves and walks toward the hangar. He sees his ship in the middle surrounded by guards. He gives the commands to the Hulk Droids and they get to work. they immediately walk toward the ship and quickly murders all the guards.

 

Jango smiles and boards his ship. He enters the access codes and flies out of the hangar. He opens his secured closet and sees his information droid was still in tact and shut down. He punches in some special coordinates and heads into hyperspace.

[Darth Havoc]

A spherical probe droid, measuring at about a foot in diameter, and bearing the symbol of the Dark Tower of Nastarine, appears. As the droid's turbo-boosters die down, three small openings appear on different sides of the droid, and a couple of antennas and a wide-range scanner pop out. The droid then heads down to the surface of the planet.

[Guest]

An infiltrator class ship carrying a deadly cargo slowly descended to the planet surface. As Jareth exited, he surveyed the area. The air had a scent of death, he was looking very forward to intensifying this fragrance.

 

His appearance was masked in the clothing he wore when first beginning his adventures in the galaxy. His mask was black and red, and his fiber armor coverred in a long black cowled cloak. He wore his twin chrome blasters on his back as always, and neatly tucked into a leg holster was his old one bladed crimson lightsaber. His true identity didn't need to be revealed until the time was right, and he made every effort to stay anonymous. Even his force presence was altered that he would resemble a normal hunter looking for work.

 

"Looks like I'm early." He said almost silently to himself as he patrolled the area near where his ship touched down.

[Bothan CIW Agent(s)]

Disguised quite effectively as a harmless meteorite as it enters the atmosphere, the probe droid begins its assignment and impacts upon the surface of the planet, extracting itself to provide ample reconnaissance without further detection due to its small size. From a specially-tuned antenna, it begins to send out trace bursts of information to be piggybacked on local HoloNet transmissions. It bears no markings of any kind, and is equipped to handle all terrain, even underwater.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Disguised quite effectively as a harmless meteorite as it enters the atmosphere, the probe droid begins its assignment and impacts upon the surface of the planet, extracting itself to provide ample reconnaissance without further detection due to its small size. From a specially-tuned antenna, it begins to send out trace bursts of information to be piggybacked on local HoloNet transmissions. It bears no markings of any kind, and is equipped to handle all terrain, even underwater.

 

Spaming...nulled.

[Joshua Stykes]

War was the way of life on Rattack. Blood was the currency in which power was purchased. This type of economy made it the perfect place for bounty hunters and all other scum to hide out. It fitted their personalities to the dot. It was this that called Joshua Stykes to its surface.

 

As stars once again became points, the eyes of the hunter twinkled. This planet was his place. It suited his style perfectly. He could make a home here, amongst the war and bloodshed, he could be happy. but for some reason, he was compelled to a small arena. A small aeran in which one other man stood, waiting. So the Clawdite decided to land there. Some reason it was appropriate.

 

As the landing ramp lowered, he decided his Clawdite would not be of use here. So he needed a better body. Perhaps a Wookie, or a Doshan would be better. A Wookie would be better. More honor amongst Wookies. So he changed. Fur spourted along his body as his eyes once again became green. Before his surgery his eyes had been green. And that is what they always would become. He felt his teeth elongate and grow sharper as he became a full Wookie. He shifted his paws around to get a better hold on his sniper rifle and he marched onto the fields of Rattack. Now something told him to wait. Wait until given a signal.

[Bounty Hunter Mike]

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.

[Guest]

A figure, more a phantom than a man, watches from the distance, eyes behind a powerful helmet that evoked fear in the hearts of most.

[Guest]

Through the force, and being very careful to disquise his true self, Jareth questioned Mike Attard, one time adversary, long time associate.

 

Am I to destroy him?

[Bounty Hunter Mike]

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.

[Guest]

Jareth felt the response from his friend through the force, and then spoke aloud to Stykes. His voice was amplified by the force, and his cloak billowed in the wind as he spoke.

 

"I will give you one chance young wookiee. If you return to your ship and leave, I will spare your life. If you wish to continue this, I can assure you that this day will see the death of you. Leave, and noone will think any less of you. If your resolve is too strong to do so, then present your weapon, and begin."

[Joshua Stykes]

"From the way this guy is acting, I would say he respects you, thus he would know you. But you seem todo alot of talking and too little fighting for someone who he respects. What happened, did you take the beatign well."

 

His emerald eyes scannd the area in and instant. He needed to know how to adapt his form to the terrain, should it become necessary. The terrain appeared to be level and he should be able to work well with any form. He would stay as a Wookiee for now.

 

His eyes locked onto his opponenets body, hoping to find some kind of weakness he could exploit. But he could find none visually. He would just have to create a weakness. But how to do it. On a hunt, one would have information on how the payday fights and acts. This hunter was a total stranger. He knew nothing of him. He would have to adapt to this mans moves.

 

In a split second, Joshua had lifted the rifle from his hip and pulled it to his shoulder. A click could be heard as his paw shifted the bolt from sniper to semi-automatic. His powerful legs darted him tot he right as he let off 4 lances of red energy. He would see how this warrior defended himself first.

[Guest]

Jareth summoned the power of the darkside into his muscles. They ripped, and burst to life with such speed that only a well trained eye could see his movements.

 

The bolts passed harmlessly through the space that Jareth once occupied, as he moved to let them pass and returned to his original position. He didn't appear to have moved at all.

 

As his opponent closed the distance between them, Jareth stood motionless, absorbing the rushing fury of his adversary, and allowing it to pull him even further into the darkside.

 

As the wookiee closed within 10 paces, Jareth raised his hand casually, and unleashed a wall of darkside energy. It's invisible current hit his foe like a brick wall and pushed him back to where he stood before his initial assault began.

 

"It seems we are back where we started. Do you care to try again?"

[Joshua Stykes]

It seemed this hunter had an ally that Joshua did not.The Clawdite had heard stories of this mysterious thing caleld the Force. All he knew was that it was powerful. That and it complicated this battle a small amount.

 

Dust swriled arounsd him as his feet slid back to their original spots. The only thing he had accomplished was wasting ammo in his rifle and learning a strength of his opponent. And this was a strength he could not exploit for his own use. A healing factor or improved vision maybe, but something that could keep you at bay from 50 feet away. but the Clawdite warrior would push on.

 

He lifted his rifle again fires off several shots. The red energy lances toward the hunter as Josh runs to the left. He needed to find somethign he could use against this warrior. Perhaps his sword could be of use.

 

The Wookiee drops his rifle and feels it sling behind him. His arms reach behind his shoulder and he hears the sweet sound of metal rubbing against metal. Soon his sword is in front of him and he lunges toward Jareth.

[Guest]

It was apparent to Jareth that this wookiee was not going to back down.

 

As the beast charged in toward Jareth, the sith charged also.

 

When the two men met, Jareth leapt from the ground. He placed one black boot into the wookiee's chest, and then stepped the other directly ontop of the animal's head. Using his momentum, and the force, he boosted himself high up into the air. As he asceneded high into the sky, he threw off his cloak, and drew his twin blasters.

 

The chrome pistols rained down a barage of fire which singed fur and burned flesh at several points of contact. No shots were direct enough to kill, but Jareth could tell his opponent was injured.

 

He landed gracefully, and with an outstretched hand, summoned his cloak back around his shoulders. The sith stook with his back to his opponent waiting for another move.

[Joshua Stykes]

It seemed luck would be needed to win this fight. His opponenets access to the mystical Force would give him the edge. He apparently had no bounty hunter skils at all. So The Clawdite would need to use what he knew.

 

Suddenly the fur and flesh of the Wookiee began to melt awayl and instead a human took its place. Joshua went on instinct twirled around. His fingers let go of his vibroblade and the sword went through the air. Since his opponent trusted in the Force, Josh would have to trust in luck and his own skills. Which up against this mans control of the Force, were inferior, but he would be damned if he would not give him a fight to remember.

 

His emerald eyes watched as the blade sunk itno his opponents flesh. Josh smiled, his instincts had finally paid off. The blade had not buried itself deep into the mans flesh, but it did some damage. The Clawdite warrior ran for some cover and leaped over a dune. He had caused this powerful opponent little damage, but he would soon be back on the war path. Besides, he had his own wounds to tend too.

 

While he had scored a smal victory against his Force wielding opponent, he had been shot several times. Had the hunter not been wearing armor, he wouldprobably be dead. But it had saved his life yet again. But againstthis opponent, it would probably not happen again.

 

Joshua rose to his feet with his dual blaster pistols in hand. He released a volley of shots that would hopefully wound his deadly for fatally.

[Guest]

From under his mask, which he wore during his previous bounty hunter days, Jareth winced as steel pierced his skin, and sank into muscle tissue.

 

He did not have time to reel in pain at the wound, as his opponent was already mounting another attack. He felt the man change from wookiee to human, and knew that he was up against one who was used to disguising himself and using luck and chance to his advantage. Unfortuantely, within the force, there is no room for luck. Nothing is left to chance.

 

Jareth felt red hot bolts of energy searing the air in a violent torrent toward his back, and decided he'd had enough playing. It was time to lay down an old fashioned bounty hunter beat down like he'd done so many times under Geki's tutolage (sp?).

 

This time, however, he had new toys with which to inflict pain.

 

His blasters reholstered themselves, and his lightsaber darted toward his now empty hand.

 

The sith's eyes turned white hot, and he turned and ran toward the blaster fire. As he charged, his saber danced off bolts which threatened him directly. He arched and twisted out of the less accurately aimed shots which would have glanced him had he not moved.

 

Once he closed the distance between himself and the man who he still didn't know, he landed an elbow deep into his solar plexus, winding him, and causing him to bend over at the waist. The sith followed with a knee which landed in the man's jaw. Stykes' jaw was wrenched out of place from the force of the blow, and his teeth threatened to fall from his head.

 

Jareth watched as his opponent's body flipped backward onto the ground, and the man's hands loosened their grip on their respective pistols.

 

The sith waved a hand, and the pistols flew into the distance. His crimson saber deactivated, and floated back to his leg holster.

 

He readied himself for a good fistfight, and waited for his adversary to ready himself....and pick up his teeth.

[Joshua Stykes]

It had been a long time since Joshua had tasted his own blood. He made it a habit to dislike the taste of his own fluids. Somehow he remained alive that way.

 

The Clawdite warrior felt a drop of blood roll down his throat. Most beings would have died from his attack with his vibroblade. But this man seemed exceptionally powerful. It was a shame this man knew nothing of what it took to be a scoundrel.

 

Joshua smiled as his finger tightened on the trigger of his rifle. The hunter realized all too late that he fouled up. Luck had been with the Clawdite this day. A red bolt of energy lanced through his opponents' knee, burning flesh and cloth, breaking, bone and joints. The Sith dropped to his knees and Joshua leaped to his feet. As he rose he spun like a cyclone; his hand gripped the hilt of his sword, still in the back of the warrior. His muscles rippled behind his armor as he pulled the blade free and rose it over his head.

 

"This was an honorable duel my opponent. Perhaps, once your spirit finds a new body, we can fight again. But until then, may the Force be with you."

 

And then his arms begin the downward stroke necessary to cut off the head of this warrior.

[Bounty Hunter Mike]

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."

[Guest]

Jareth stood, the pain in his knee not much more than a slight inconvenience.

 

He turned to Mike, and his gloved hand reached to his mask. As he pulled it from his head, revealing his silver eyes, his long white hair fell down his back.

 

"Damnit mike..........I had it under control."

 

Jareth was disappointed that his power had been underestimated. He did not wish to destroy the man before him, but had no problem doing so if that was what was needed. No mind, now was not the time.

 

"Now, why are we here? Your nose seems to have healed nicely by the way."