Lobo

Lobo had been camping outside the Jedi Temple for days now. It was inconceivable that they were ignoring him. Lobo had to assume he just wasn't shouting loud enough. Jedi are always giving long speeches about the Force, peace, and all that crap. They're probably a little hard of hearing. Lobo pounded on the front door again, "Hey, open up! There's a whole bunch of injured unicorns out here or whatever!"

Lobo landed his starfighter outside the Jedi Temple. He walked toward the entrance. "Hey," he shouted, "Let me in."

Lobo's CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Lobo Lodestone A.K.A: Homeworld: Jundland Wastes of Tatooine Species: Wookiee/Human Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 29 Height: 7'0" Weight: 373 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Red Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Black Sleevless shirt, Black pants, Black metal boots spiked at the toe, large spiked steel bands over the knuckles, chest plate coated with cortosis Weapon: Cortosis coated large war hammer, heavy repeating blaster rifle, chains, missile launcher, modified naboo droid stunner: attached to blaster rifle with increased power to shoot the stunning electricity farther,(about medium range), Two Geonoshin Sonic blasters with holsters, Vibro-axe Common Inventory: visor with infrared/macrobinoculars, large modified speeder bike, skull painted between the handle-bars.(picture a flying motorcycle), ASN-121 assassin droid Faction Information [!factn] Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Alignment: NFU Current Faction Affiliation: Freelance Current Faction Rank: History: [!hstry] Force Side: Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Hand to hand combat expert, armed combat expert, expert pilot, professional level athlete, galactal chess champion. mathematician, amateur surgeon, speeder bike racer, renowned chef, spelling bee champion Background: Lobo is better than you at everything. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: Odin II Class: Starfighter Model: S-100 Stinger Class Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation Length: Armaments: 2 Assault Laser Cannons, 2 proton torpedo launchers Armor: Reinforced Anti-Personnel Defenses: None Appearance: Battered Modifications: None

A Torrent starfighter emerged from hyperspace above the planet of Gala. It rocked back and forth, most of its systems fried, and its hull damaged. The ship moved toward the surface, before opening up communications with the Jedi Temple. "Hey, you Jedi freaks. Let me land. I'm losing air. Help me Obi-wan Kenobi and all that crap." The ship entered the atmosphere, pieces flying off as it flew toward the ground. The wookiee hybrid had enough power to land safely as long as they didn't shoot him out of the sky. Or so he hoped. Last time I beat to death the pet Monkey Lizard of a Shell Hutt.

Lobo was very displeased at being held up here so long. He'd lost at least half his savings on gambling. "Whatever. Look, the Jedi think isn't going to pan out. I need a new job. I know that some green skinned freak named Piccolo tried to kidnap you and your children once. So I have a plan. Let me become the bodyguard of your family." Lobo held up his hand. "I know what you are thinking. How could you have a celebrity as a bodyguard? It is strange scenario, but I think it can work." Lobo picked up the drink she'd given him before thinking twice. He slid the glass back over to her. There was no doubt his offer was something Zara would be reluctant to take. He had to show some character. "I don't drink anymore."

Lobo moved back into the hangar, ordering his ASN-121 droid to decrypt the chip. A hologram popped up, spilling the information that had been programmed into it. Lobo crushed the chip as the message was completed. This was rather inconvenient. Zara totally messed this one up. The hunter returned, submitting to the obligatory weapons check. It was then that he collared one of the Link's employees. "Take me to Zara Nargal now. She did not complete the deal we had agreed upon. If she thinks she can occupy me with some nutcase and call that a Jedi, she's got another thing coming."

Lobo shrugged. This could lead him to what he wanted just as easily. Why not play along and see what happens? Lobo raised his glass to the other man's. "Alright, I'll meet this Sabian fellow. What do I have to lose?" Well, my life for one. Lobo generally didn't agree to go into a situation he was unsure about. But he also trusted his instincts. His instincts told him to take the risk.

Lobo was, needless to say, displeased. Zara had promised him a contact with a Jedi. This fellow was apparently trying to get him to meet this "man" he knew, who was a part of a completely different group. The bounty hunter had no idea who this "man" was or why Lobo would want to see him. Heck, Lobo wasn't even sure who he was talking to. All of this made him quite confused. And when Lobo was confused people got hurt. "Look little man, why don't you stop dancing around and tell me what the hell you want." Luckily for Sabian, there were three things that held Lobo's temper in check. First, Lobo was unarmed right now, second he slightly drunk, and third, compliments were addictive to the bounty hunter, so his threshold was slightly higher than usual. Nevertheless, his tone was clearly one of annoyance. "Zara said I would get in contact with a Jedi who could take me to Aryian. You don't even know who Aryian is. I'm not the smartest man in the world, but clearly there's been a breakdown in communication somewhere along the line. If you've got something to tell me, spill it."

So Zara came through? Color me surprised. Lobo should have figured based on the man's ridiculous outfit, and the elitist way in which he spoke, that he was indeed a Jedi. Lobo, of course, had absolutely no particular issue with the Jedi. Lobo was pretty easy going as far as grudges went. He hated every group equally. "Well, the simple fact is, I think the Jedi need me. I'd be a perfect padawan. I tried that business before, and it didn't work out, but I'm ready to give it another go. I'd hoped to get a chance to meet my old Master, Master Aryian. Is there a chance you can introduce us?" Lobo signaled for the barkeep to keep his drinks coming. He needed to be as loaded as possible to deal with this guy. _________________

Lobo's palm squeezed the man's hand tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. His body was covered in short grayish fur, with more human-like hair giving him a black mustache, goatee, and long flowing mane. To top it all off, he had piercing red eyes. He was strange to behold, a genetically manipulated hybrid of human and wookiee. "Of course, I'm always happy to sit with a fan." Especially one willing to pay. The bounty hunter hopped onto a stool. "Give us the most expensive drink you have bartender." Lobo was egotistical and pompous, but not a complete moron. He could tell Sabian wasn't your average member of the Lobo fan club. There was something off about him. Especially those goofy clothes. "By the way, the name is Lobo, not Great the Lobo. That just wouldn't make sense." Even a guy with a hearing problem should know that. "So . . . other than the drink, is there something I can do for you? I don't do birthdays or weddings or anything like that. Unless you pay well."

Meanwhile, the "large man that acted like a superstar" was entertaining a gathering crowd of Link patrons with his tales of heroism and triumph. "So anyway, I was surrounded by a whole group of battle droids led by some Sith wannabe named Slicer in the midst of an Imperial base. I lied and said I wanted to be an Imperial, it's always how I get my bounties. The morons fall for it everytime. Once he figured out what was going on, you know when I punched him in the nose, he and his tin cans tried everything they could against me. They froze me, burnt me, beat me, and a lot of other things not appropriate for the ears of younger folks here. Suffice it to say, the great Lobo was not deterred. I took my hammer and BAM." Lobo smashed a table in half. "Knocked his block off. Oh and trust me, he did not die fast. It was slow and painful. Good times." The crowd clapped in admiration, begging the bounty hunter to pose for pictures.

"You can't be serious." There was absolutely no way a Jedi would every agree to see Lobo no matter what he said. First, he was a bounty hunter, second some of his jealous detractors considered him insane, and third what he wanted to ask them could only be done in person. "Look, I'm just going to come right out with it. A long time ago I was the apprentice of Aryian Darkfire. I need to find him again and resume my training. Now, if you tell a Jedi that, there's no way they'll help me. For one thing, they don't just take back those that flee the Order, even someone as awesome as me. I need to meet with one." Lobo knew Zara was trying to be "neutral" or "cowardly" as he referred to it. "What about if you just convince one of them to meet me here. Lie to them or something. Don't forget, the Link owes me."

The guard wouldn't find any bugs. Lobo didn't like to use tracking devices. They were for weaklings. If he intended Zara harm, Lobo would have just attacked her right then and there. "Alright, let's see it. What's the name of the Jedi it contacts?" Lobo was trying to get serious now. If he got in contact with this Jedi, it would be the culmination of a lifelong dream.

Lobo ran his hands through his massive black mane. His red eyes looked Zara over carefully. As she approached, the subtly sucked in his chest. He slapped Zara on the back. "Well aren't you a cute one. Yeah, I'm looking for a Jedi. Normally I don't associate with do-gooders, but this is a special situation." Normally Lobo would have added an especially inappropriate remark, but he was trying to be on his best behavior. For one completely ignorant of proper etiquette, it wasn't going well. He hopped onto one of the stools as they approached the bar. Unfortunately it was a bit small for a wookiee hybrid. Lobo tried to keep his head low. He didn't want his fans to recognize him. "So what you got for me babe?"

Lobo wasn't about to just go into some conference room. Lobo was egotistical, condescending, and had no ability to differentiate between fantasy and reality. But he was not stupid. He didn't walk anywhere he was directed unarmed. Lobo stopped outside the conference area, forcing the Link representative to stop as well. "Hold up short man." Lobo didn't completely understand the question. So, he ignored it. He hadn't really been listening, practicing his dramatic speech in his mind. "I'm here because the Link owes me. A while back I was burnt, beaten, and nearly killed when I destroyed the man called Slicer. It also got me heat from the Imperials. I believe he was involved in the robbery of this place. Now, I didn't do this for the Link, I was hired by someone else. But the point remains, I should get something from you guys for it. The Link owes me something." The argument wasn't exactly fullproof. But Lobo was oblivious to this. In his mind, they owed him just for gracing this place with his presence, let alone the death of Slicer. Celebrity publicity was gold, afterall. "I need help. I need to find a Jedi, any Jedi. Right now."

Lobo set his pistol inside the locker. The bounty hunter hadn't seen much of a reason to carry all his weapons into the Casino. He wasn't here to bust heads, much to his chagrine. He tossed the man his giant hammer. The guard dropped to the floor from the weight of the weapon. "Sorry buddy, but that won't fit. Keep it safe for me." Lobo decided to cut to the chase. If he went straight into the Casino, he'd spend all his credits, or be mobbed by adoring fans. He didn't have time for that sort of thing. "I need to see someone important, as soon as possible. The Link owes me."

A starfighter emerged from hyperspace, docking at the Link Casino. Lobo had wasted quite a few credits here on his last visit, and he couldn't deny the place was beneath him somewhat. But this was just about the only place he could think of to head next. It was here that Trowa Barton had offered him his last job. Lobo was a big believer in luck, and his ran strong whenever he was in the Casino. Lobo remembered the target of that job,, Slicer, vividly. He'd enjoyed the beating he gave that guy. I'm pretty sure these Casino guys benefited from Slicer's demise. He was involved in that whole robbery event, when they let that group of mercenaries clean them out. Lobo was sure he could use that against them somehow, especially if they were as incompetent as he suspected. Lobo shouted out as he exited his ship, "Hey, can I get some service over here or what?" People today seemed to have less and less respect for celebrities.

Lobo's stolen shuttle lumbered into Byss space. The ship was so slow the hunter had managed to get some rest and tend to his wounds using the Imperial med kits he found in the back. Bandages were draped across his hulking form. He landed at the coordinates Barton had given him. The bounty hunter stepped out of the ship. "Show yourself Barton, I don't have all day."

A bloodied and battered Lobo sent a message to Trowa Barton's comm from the Last Call, "I've done what you asked. Slicer has bit the dust. Where do I go to get the rest of my money?"

Lobo's stolen shuttlecraft flew into the air. With a sigh of relief, the hybrid at last headed into hyperspace.

Lobo had to admire Zad's arm if he was able to throw into his ship while the Odin was hovering in the air. He could see he was dealing with another wizard wannabe. Lobo watched the flashbang roll into his ship. Lobo shouldn't have left his door slightly opened. "Son of a . . ." Bright light filled the cockpit as the weapon exploded. Lobo's ship lurched to the side as he was temporarily blinded. But he'd still been wearing his specialized sun glasses. They were cracked, and lopsided, but they still absorbed the brunt of the bright light. The effects lasted less than a few seconds. Lobo was about to fire his ship forward when a large pipe crashed through the side window burying itself in the controls in front of him. My droid, my bike, and now my ship. Can't these guys just leave me alone? But deep down Lobo knew that jealousy knew no bound. Lobo knew the [iOdin was finished. He steered the falling ship toward Zad. Let's see him deal with that. Lobo used his powerful haunches to carry him out of the missing hatch. His ship crashed with a powerful explosion behind him. Lobo was already moving through the dead bodies of laser blasted Imperials, loping at incredible speed. He moved through the hangar, lurking behind ships as soldiers moved toward the raucous. Lobo rounded a corner, and knocked out a surprised pilot of an Imperial shuttlecraft. He hopped in starting the engines, and began pulling the ship into the sky. That guy is still alive, I know it. I can still smell his hair gel.

OOC: Thanks Slicer, I really appreciate it IC: Lobo had been bandaging himself up when he heard the explosion. He ducked down in front of his seat, checking the backhatch cameras. He was greeted with the vision of the gathered troops. I guess they don't like it when people kill their boss. Lobo was no fool. He was largely unarmed and at a disadvantage against the pretty boy in the back. His vibroaxe lay on the seat next to him, his Genoshan sonic pistols at his side. But he doubted he could really go another round with a Sith. It was at this moment Lobo wished he'd gone for a more modern ship. V-19 Torrent Starfighters were classics, if not fossils. But the hunter had gone for looks more than skill. Just like me . . . except I have both. Lobo jumped back into the pilot's chair and started the engines. A furious blast of wind blew at Zad, and his cronies as the ship moved into a hover. Does he really think I'm going to come out and let him chop my head off just because he knocked the hatch off? Lobo spun the ship, opening up his laser cannons into the troops. Lobo launched a concussion missile.

OOC: Slicer, I'm going to ask that you cut me a break here. I hurt my leg in real life, and I haven't been able to get on for very long until now. Lobo is one of my lesser aliases. If you pm me, I will edit this post accordingly, but I won fair and square, and I hope you will ignore the delay out of a mutual respect. IC: Lobo felt the air leaving his lungs, he felt his windpipe closing as Slicer used the Force to squeeze the life from him. Blood dripped from his head wound, and the other attacks Slicer had sent ripping into his body. Lobo knew this was the last exchange they would make. He'd have to show his worth now, or be killed by the monstrosity before him. The guy messed up my hair and cut up my ruggedly handsome face. I definitely can't die looking like this. Lobo was not the smartest creature in the galaxy, but he had an unbelievable force of will as a result of his egotistical nature. Lobo forced himself to rise, as he felt his throat being crushed. The hybrid's own hands closed about Slicer's neck, lifting him off the ground. It was now a matter of who could kill the fastest. Lobo never lost a race in his life, and he wasn't about to now. I think my eyes are going to pop from their sockets. For the second time in their duel, Lobo felt his vision go black. Knowing he had to end it now, the hunter summoned his hybrid strength and twisted Slicer's neck with all the force he could muster. He heard the snap and felt the crushing attack release. Lobo collapsed to the ground, Slicer's dead body falling beside him. The hunter looked over and found his broken sun glasses laying in the debris of their battle. He put the lopsided shades on, looking at his broken body reflected in a chunk of glass. Lobo's hoarse voiced managed to choke out a few words, "I still look cool." He pressed his wristlink summoning the Odin. He crawled into the starfighter, and closed the hatch. OOC: If you want, just clone yourself immediately. The three days would have been up if I hadn't gotten hurt.

Lobo's arm hung limply at his side where Slicer's saber had cut him to the bone. It was only the forearm that had been sliced by Slicer, but whenever he tried to move it, pain shot up the whole length. It wouldn't take much more to knock the whole thing off. The pain of the exposed bone was nauseating. It was lucky that sabers cauderized wounds, or he would be bleeding very badly right now. The next few moments were a blur for Lobo. Slicer did about hundred things in a matter of seconds. The Imp's voodoo was starting to grate on Lobo's nerves even more than his wounds. Lobo charged again, feeling sharp prickles in his back. He'd been stabbed. Lobo suddenly found himself eating dirt. A little too grainy I think. Needs some salt. He tried to stand, but realized Slicer had not shoved knives into his back, but darts. He felt the venom weighing him down. It was the only explanation for why he was having so much trouble moving. The parts of his fur that weren't burnt or frozen stood on end at Slicer's words. It struck sharp fear into his heart. But the fear was gone in another moment. Lobo was far too egotistically to be afraid, even in the most dire of situations. It was a strength and a weakness. All of the sudden, Lobo began to chuckle. He spoke, his speech very slightly slurred. "Dude, what about geneticly enhanced don't you understand? This is the second time you've messed up that one. It takes ten times the normal amount of poison to bring me down." This stuff wouldn't even bring down a normal wookiee. Lobo elbowed a puzzled Slicer in the jaw, cracking the bone. The move was slower than normal, but still faster than a human. He stood, his uninjured arm gripped Slicer and pulling him toward him in a one handed bear hug. He reached around the man, grabbing the saber off Slicer's belt. "Give me a kiss baby." Slicer's other saber, still in the man's hand, was pinned against Lobo's chest plate. If he activated it, it would only short out. Lobo had had the last of Slicer's fancy laser toys. The hybrid's fangs sunk into Slicer's shoulder before the man had a chance to think. Slicer was right to suggest Lobo didn't quite know who he used to be. But he'd never had a reason to care, because he had no doubt as to who he was right now. He was Lobo, the greatest bounty hunter to ever live and the greatest bounty hunter that ever will live. Slicer was a chump. OOC: Good luck . . . again.

Lobo's red eyes darted around, searching for a way out. He'd managed to keep just out of Slicer's saber reach, until the man went all crazy on him. He lay on the ground, glancing back to the man looming above him. He'd had the presence of mind not to let go of his hammer while Slicer beat the snot out of him, but that wasn't going to be much help right now. He could feel the sabers inches from his neck. I'm starting to get the feeling I might be in a tight spot here. Even Lobo knew that was an understatement as he felt Slicer begin to Force choke him. The icy grip of death was approaching. He'd been beaten, frozen, cut up, and then burned, and now Slicer was taking the air itself from him. All in all, he'd have to say he'd been a little off his game today. But Lobo was not as big a fool as he appeared. If there was one strength Lobo had, it was his ability to fight. Lobo had been fighting people all his life. And he always had a backup plan. He just had to figure out what it was. Lobo's vision began to go black. I can't hit him with my hammer. He'd cut off my head before I made a move. If I'm going to hit him, it's got to be paralyzing and I don't see how I can do that. I guess it's not so bad. I've lived the life of a hero, if I die, I'll at least die with no regrets. I know my death will be a death sentence for this entire galaxy though. What are they going to do without me around? Besides, I definitely can't let myself be killed by a guy who calls himself Slicer! Lobo's hand was near his belt. The lack of oxygen to his brain, had caused a flash of genius. The bounty hunter had an idea. Summoning his strength, he pulled the small Naboo droid stunner he kept at his side. The weapon fit in the palm of his hand, but packed a vicious punch. It wasn't met for humans, and wasn't deadly. But it could mess with Slicer's nervous system enough for him to escape. Lobo drove the stunner straight up between Slicer's legs, knowing that would double the pain. Electricity flowed through Slicer's body, holding his lightsaber arms in place. As the man convulsed, the edge of the blades brushed his cheeks burning his face. Lobo slid himself backwards allowing the blades to run along his chest. As soon as they contacted his chest plate, they shorted out, his armor was coated with cortosis. Lobo was free. He tossed the droid stunner aside as it ran out of power, and swung his hammer into Slicer's outstretched hands, hearing the bones in at least one wrist snap, and knocking Slicer's sabers to the ground. His hammer kept swinging until it was on his other shoulder. Lobo remained in that stance, ready to slam Slicer's head. They were only inches apart now. But the sabers didn't fly too far landing a few feet away. The two men kept glancing to each other and then back to the sabers repeatedly. Lobo's cheeks still smoked from the burn he'd received. He snapped at Slicer, "What's wrong little man, scared you couldn't beat me to them? As I see it, you got a big problem. If you make a move, I'm going to take your head off. You've got a few options though, and you need to think about them. You can use your fancy fairy magic and call those flashlights back over here, if you've still got hands to grip them. You can dive for them, and hope your magic is faster than my amazing and mind boggling speed. Or you can surrender and make your death a whole lot less painful. It's up to you, but I don't have all day." The vicious battle made Lobo appear to be quite a sight. His arms were blackened in places with burns, but the rest of his body was covered with icy patches. The gray fur on his cheeks was now black from the saber wounds. Lobo was not a happy bounty hunter and he looked it.