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  1. *tries to say this without getting deleted* Something that isn't katarn-armour...
  2. I think the CIS brought them for backup, yeah, as if the hoards of droids and Trandos weren't enough.
  3. For me... On Geonosis theres the area where you first face the Geo Elites, before you get into the droid foundries. Then the canyons and the end with the timed level on the Core ship. For the RAS, I usually have some trouble with the trandos, I'm fighting solo and usually rely on the vibro-blade and snip attachment. But when I find shotgun, things became much easier. Things get hairier for me when it comes to the hangers. And finally on Kashykk, the magnaguards can be a hassle and the bridge is one big pain. Also I tend to struggle when fighting the Geonosians at the very end of the game.
  4. I'm looking forward to True Colors, loved the first two. Though I think if Traviss covered Sev's fate, it'd be done in the fourth book... unless Colors is set during ROTS.
  5. There is a lightsaber in that level, but you can't pick it up or use it, and I for one am glad. It'd be unbefitting for a Mandalorian (Commandos are Mandalorian by definition - being trained by Mandos themselves) and that would really kill the military gameplay of RC. You don't see Marines on tour in Iraq blocking enemy fire with swords. Also I doubt they've been trained to use a lightsaber, so a Commando would most likely chop his arm off. Like MachineCult said prove it, a screen shot would do.
  6. KOTOR, by a land slide. Though shouldn't this be in the Star Wars gaming forum, or am I mistaken?
  7. Nooo, Boss just comments on the lightsaber, using a lightsaber would defeat what made RC different for me.
  8. Darn, I was about to say that... As for the whole "final war" against the Sith, unless somebody got confused and mistook four thousald years before the films for four thousald years afters, then I'd say it's a typo.
  9. Cheers, yeah my stories tend to get ignored on there *shrugs*. In all honesty Pottsie, I have no idea. I'm really just winging this story, with just a couple of ideas of whats going to happen.
  10. CHAPTER IV: WORK ASSOCIATES: The winds of nighttime Nar Shaddaa breathed through the abyss of the perpendicular limits, flurries of air nipped at her black coat. A pair of matching boots balanced over the building’s ledge, firm hands gripped the Disruptor Rifle. A single icy blue pupil gazed through the Tenloss scope, the monk and the New Republic agent idly stood through the lens, suspended between the two buildings. A set of three diagonal scars ran over the sniper’s white face, the middle scar crossed over the left eye, leaving a hollow socket. Violet tipped lips pierced open as the comlink buzzed in her ear, “We have a new plan.” Dust let out a snarl followed by a growl, nudging a shoulder to her ear, “What?” “This Jedi was too much, but we’ve reached a compromise.” Her black cloak waved, the air caught dark strands of hair. Jo only ever compromised with people in their non-biological family. Then again there was more at stake here than just a payday. That was why she let Jo call the shots on this job, “Alright, what do you want done?” “Get in here, I think Vin’s hurt. And jump into the control room, turn the lock-down off.” Dust sighed, that stupid Mandalorian. She remained in her crouch for a moment longer, the former assassin had to admit this was a very nice shot. All she’d have to do is charge up a disruptor round, stand up, take aim and release the trigger, repeat process. Then again wasn’t a usual job, her boots scraped against durasteel. Upon moving Dust deactivated her rifle with a dying drone. She slipped it beneath her cloak and clipped the weapon to a back holster, letting the fabric conceal it. Dust stepped towards a descending step, she slid over the broad case and came to a green-lit door. With a soft whisper the darkened interior appeared. Clunky soles clanked to the overhead walkway. Through the meshed floor shone a pale blue light, a bleached hand ran along the grey side rail. Dust looked down into the dim hanger, both figures lingered below her feet. She recognised the smaller one as Jo, and the other held a white sceptre of energy, obviously Kyle Katarn. His lightsaber spun in a single arm and it deathly tip pointed right at her. Katarn knew she was up here. How she hated Jedi. Her feet clambered across an intersection and a deep groan filled the darkness. She planted her boots and Dust gazed down to that lump of flesh and armour, in a hushed tone she spoke, “Vin...” “Yeah, he got me good.” Vin breathed out in a half gasp. Her boot knocked into something, it was too dark to see even if Dust looked down but she knew it was his preferred Imperial Heavy Repeater. With another sigh Dust advanced forward, “Let me turn the lights on.” He spewed out a few choice foreign words, brother-in-law or not he was still a pain in the spine. Ahead was another doorway that led to a crimson lined booth. She swept through the hollow frame, countless consoles and dials dazzled within the control room. A view screen looked upon the hanger, beneath the sheet of transparasteel steel stood one more console. To the right of the keyboard glowed a square shaped ruby red button. Dust pressed her index finger to the glowing block and a deep hum echoed throughout the bay. The vibrating noise deepened and illumination shone from the wall panels and ceiling mounted glow lamps. Her single eye gazed down to the hanger floor, where the bounty hunter and the Jedi master turned to the door as it opened with a distance whine. * * * The passage to the suspended bridge cleared as the door swung open, Jan Ors held her blaster rifle at the ready, guarding Odem Meck. Her target reticle trained over the black and red armoured woman who stood at the ready despite being unarmed. Next to her stood Kyle, he raised his free hand in an urgent gesture, “Jan, wait!” “Kyle,” spoke up Jan as she carefully toddled into the hanger bay. Her mouth almost opened again before a monstrous melody seared their ears. Eyes shifted to the blast doors, the heavy-duty durasteel sheets ground apart to the night skylanes, giving way for the Raven Claw. Once silence reigned Jan tried to speak, “what’s going on?” “It’s a long story,” the blue tipped lightsaber creased with a hiss. Jan lightly narrowed her brown eyes onto Kyle, “Then give me the short version.” Another set of footsteps trailed behind her, Odem almost shyly entered. “She,” Kyle nudged his head to Jo, “claims her boy was kidnapped by Lannik Racto, so she would capture Odem for I’m guessing the Remnant.” He gave a mild shrug, “that’s the only reason I could think of why he’d want Odem. I can’t sense any deception in her motives.” Dark brown eyes crossed onto the bounty hunter, “Her being?” Piercing green pupils intercepted the gaze, “Jo Sider.” That surname caused Kyle to pause, there was something familiar about that name. Sider? Where had he heard it before... The Jedi shook out of his contemplation, “I realise this could be a set up, but Jan you’re really going to hate me for this...” Her expression was dull, Jan spoke as if reciting her words from a data-pad, “You want me to take Odem to the Core while you go after... I thought Racto was serving time?” “I can tell you he’s not,” chirped in Jo. “Well I don’t trust you,” retorted Jan bluntly. “While I don’t trust either of you, so that makes it fair.” Jo glanced between the New Republic agents, “I need Katarn to get to Racto and if this was a set-up, you’d know by now.” “I’m sure,” Jan twisted her head back to Kyle, “How will you get back if I take the Claw?” “We’ll drop him off,” the bounty hunter spoke in a low tone. “You and who?” Adding to the inquiry Kyle contributed, “Just how many of you are there?” Jo gave the bluff answer, “Six, four vets, too apprentices.” “Dark Jedi,” implied the Ors woman. Green eyes glared back to her, “Dark Hunters. Don’t worry, if I get my kid back then I’ll drop Katarn off where ever he likes.” “And if this works out we’ll get our hands back on Racto again,” Kyle tuned in, “and I have a feeling that he’ll know something about Jaden.” “Okay,” Jan’s voice was hesitant, “if you’re sure.” “I am.” An electronic squeak shrilled in her ear, breaking attention from the current conversation and Jo twisted her neck at Dust’s voice, “Vin’s hit, but nothing a syringe full of bacta can’t fix.” “Alright,” Jo whispered to the ear-mounted comlink, “keep him safe.” “So Jo,” intervened Kyle, ignoring her mumbling, “what is the plan?” “Racto uses a contact called Dante to conduct his day to day affairs,” a hint of disgust entered her voice, “they both operate out of the business district. They only opened the door for us to prove that they weren’t bluffing about my son, and they’ll only open them again if I show up with Meck, or someone who we can trade for him.” “You mean,” Odem broke his silence, his voice trailed off. “Oh,” the Jedi’s words were dry, realising his part in her scheme, “great.” “You’re kidding,” choked out Jan, “right?” Jo shook her head, in the place of her words screamed a high-pitched whine. To the far corner of the hanger, an insipid grey platform lowered to the floor. On this lift stood the black-cloaked sniper, beside the scar-faced woman towered a bulky man in a suit of black and silver armour, his eyes were grey and his head was cleanly shaved. Vin’s gloved hand held over his blood-coated rib. Dust’s boots snapped onto the floor panels and her voice travelled, “Now here’s what is going to happen,” green eyes softened at the sight of the wounded man, “we’re going to take the Jedi to see Racto, because if we don’t then my nephew is going to die, and that will make me one angry aunty. And if that happens then I’m going to shoot you,” her paled finger pointed to Odem, “because this whole thing is about you. I’m sure as hell going to shoot you,” her sharpened nail trained over Jan, “because it’s better to kill than be killed. And I’ll shoot you,” she finally aimed at Kyle, “because you being a Jedi is a good enough reason for me. And if you think we can’t kill Jedi, then ask yourself where did my sister get her lightsaber from...” “Sure as hell not from the merchant sector,” Jo intervened, “speaking of which, mind giving it back?” That request received her a suspicious glance from Kyle, “You trust me enough to take you into a crime lord’s lair but not enough to give me my own weapon?” A scoff escaped Jan’s mouth, “Not like,” her words were cut off by a screeching buzz. Dust had retrieved her Disruptor Rifle and activated it, “Make it? No, but she did earn it. And the plan isn’t up for debate, so take the monk and get out.”
  11. Thanks again Pottsie, it's been a while since I've played the JK games so it's good to know I didn't batter Kyle's character too badly . Figured I'd use Racto for plot advancement, hell why not. It's fine Master, and thank you for reading . I'm starting to think I'd get more readers if I posted this in the KOTOR forum , if they allow JK stories on there that is. I plan to keep this going and as for when the next chapter will be posted, my favourite smilie explains it perfectly,
  12. I make no claims on owning the Mando'a language, it belongs to the author Karen Traviss. CHAPTER III: AMBITIOUS HUNTERS: With a snap hiss crackle the blue-coated lightsaber sprung to life, fending off the dominant purple residue. Kyle’s heel crunched into the metal floor, he turned to face the source of this light. He wasn’t the slightest bit surprised to see a snow-white blade levelled in the darkened air, the violet illumination shimmered from the single hilt. Kyle’s eyes shifted to the pale fist that clasped this lightsaber, a smooth black sleeve ran over the sword arm, the dense fabric ran over a pair of narrow shoulders. A thin suit of crimson armour curved over the chest and dulled with a stomach guard. A hood curled against long black hair. This cloak resembled those worn by long dead Sith Lords, not by Desann’s Reborns or Tavion’s Cultists. There were no insignias or incisions woven into the plain black garment. Kyle gazed up to the woman’s head, her lightsaber’s glow smothered the pale face with a violet smear, a pair of streaks ran through black hair. Jo spoke with a vertical blade, “Kyle Katarn?” The words weren’t threatening as if from just another bounty hunter, nor respectful like out of the mouth of a New Republic agent. Either way she was strong of will, yet the Force did not flow through her. “Yeah,” retorted Kyle with a dry soreness, “I take it you want something...” “Yeah,” she briskly stepped aside, twisting the hilt to a diagonal guard, “your friend.” “And how do you plan to do that, you locked in the wrong man.” With the inquiry Kyle gave a feint swipe, which was retaliated with a block and golden sparks. She stepped back with the purple lightsaber held upright, “We also locked Ors and Meck outside, both doors.” Her plastoid black boots creaked to the floor, “I’ve already got one of my people above them with a Tenloss Disruptor Rifle and the only way from her is down.” “Her,” repeated Kyle as he gave a full horizontal sweep of his blade, “and how many of you are there?” “Enough,” more sparks erupted as the lightsabers clashed, “your choice if anyone gets hurt here...” “What do you think will happen to Odem after you collect on him,” Kyle brought his free hand forward. With a surge of concentration the saber lock was shattered and the woman was thrown across the hanger. Jo’s form spiralled into a back flip and she elegantly landed on her boot soles. She held the blade on a parallel edge, a growled escaped her violet lips, “I’m not doing this for the credits.” Kyle’s opposite fist came to the lightsaber hilt, his mouth parted and a twinkle of life entered the darkness above them. Brown eyes gazed up to the unseen ceiling, momentary he glanced back to the female saberist, “Your people?” “One of them,” She grumbled at twisting the violet blade forward and Jo begun to move with a steady grip, “drop your weapons now and we can do this the peaceful way.” He did indeed drop his hands, only to have the blue saber pierce the shadows at his knees, “You really think you can take me hostage?” Jo’s head slanted to her right shoulder for a few moments, she tilted back up before answering, “We could’ve tried trapping Meck or your girlfriend in here, but you would’ve found a way in and that would ruin our day.” “I can still ruin your day,” Kyle spoke with closed eyes for a moment. Kyle could feel the invisible scope beam on the back of his neck. His fists tightened on the hilt and he looked back to the woman, “since you won’t be taking Odem.” Red strands flicked aside and Jo launched fourth, dividing the space between her and Kyle. A clash of servos erupted between the blue and violet shades. Boots slammed as electric ripples roared through out the bay. Jo delivered an overhead stroke, silver rain against the opposing sabers, she adjusted her stance and forced forward with gritted teeth. His hilt twisted and Kyle lurched back and Jo to staggered forward. Spinning on his heels Kyle slashed to her lower back. She barely executed a parry, which caused her to twirl over the steel and plummet with an extinguished lightsaber. The empty hilt idly rolled. A rapid succession of suppressive fire showered from above, Kyle flicked his blade aside and turned to the deflect volley of bullets. A silver stream redirected to the ceiling, until a pained groan echoed and the barrage stopped. Jo rose from her knees with a scowl itched to her paled face, knuckles clicked as she clasped her reclaimed lightsaber. Once she returned to a ready stance a crimson beam expelled from the hand-held cylinder. Boots clambered to metal and a blazing half arch splintered to Kyle, his blade countered the strike. A rage filled lunge wrapped against Kyle’s defence. Brown heels scraped against durasteel, this woman’s style had changed almost as much as her blade colour. He had seen this countless of times, with how the disciples of the Dark Side had fought. With such hatred and aggression. But this woman lacked any control over the Force, but her skill for melee combat seemed to compensate for that. This had to end. Kyle retreated from the deadlock, her crimson tip formed a full halo. The red lightsaber lashed through empty air and Kyle had evaded in a Force enhanced back flip. His silver and black hilt slipped to a single hand, Kyle’s bare left palm crackled with purple and white bolts. Jo’s black cloak flew out with darkened hair strands, the gleaming saber was held to her back in the charge. Lightning filled the air, energy discharged from Kyle’s outstretched arm and wrecked through Jo’s flesh and bones. She collapsed again with a seared robe and stained ruby red armour. Her hands fell limp and the lifeless grey tube rattled over the floorboards. Kyle glanced to the weapon and twisted his wrist. The hilt flew to his free hand. A fabric covered thumb clicked the activation button, a grass green spire of light emitted. Brown eyes examined the lucid sword with curiosity and a mild wonder. A lightsaber that could change colour, interesting. Kyle switched off the green blade with the usual whiz. His eyes closed once more, within the hanger no lives had ceased. The saberist was merely dazed from the lightning and the sharpshooter was down, but tended to his wounds. As for outside... Jan was still trapped on the bridge with a male, Odem, both were unharmed. And vaguely above them was a female, the sniper. Kyle wasn’t particularly surprised by today’s events on Nar Shaddaa. Kyle opened his eyes and looked to the woman who gave a disorientated groan. Within a few strides his ocean blue blade came just above her throat and he grunted, “Hey, wake up!” If she could endure lightsaber training and drills, then this woman was a lot tougher than she looked. Another growl escaped her lips, hands patted the smooth metal floor as she searched for her weapon. Green pupils caught the unlit hilt in his hand, her gaze shifted down to the live blade, “I hope you’re ready to answer some questions.” “Gar narir hettir ner ad’ika, gar di’kute” the foreign words came out in a poisonous whisper as they slid off Jo’s tongue effortlessly. Kyle didn’t understand a word of it, yet he recognised it as Mando’a. He adjusted the grip over his silver coated lightsaber, “I know you can speak Basic, so are we going to cooperate or do I have to call in Nar Shaddaa Security?” The woman gave a heavy gulp upon drawing a conclusion, this plan had fallen to pieces, “Fine.” “It’s pretty obvious that you’re a bounty hunter, and I bet there’s a decent price on Odem’s head, but you said you weren’t doing this for credits. Then why?” “I was,” Jo’s voice stiffened, “black mailed.” “Black mailed,” repeated Kyle, “how?” “My,” her eyes hardened into a pair of emerald halos, “son was kidnapped.” “By?” “A human called Racto.” “Lannik Racto,” replied Kyle hesitantly. “Yes.” “Brown hair, brown eyes.” The lightsaber’s energy begun to sear her skin. “Yeah..” “Can’t be,” Kyle steadied his hilt, “he’s in a prison colony on Dosuun.” “I know who it is, osik it!” Snapped Jo, frustrated from weeks of the absence of her young, “I’ve seen him face to face, I’ve seen him hold a vibro-knife to my son’s neck. And when he finds out we don’t have Meck, he’ll have him killed!” Kyle’s eyes briefly shut, Jaden captured Racto himself back on Coruscant before, but only the Imperials wanted Odem, Jaden, no... His eyes focused back to the huntress, “Where is Racto?” Jo’s eyes narrowed up at him, “I’m not telling you anything else unless you do something about our situation.” “You’re in no position to barter,” retorted Kyle with his lightsaber tip to her jugular vein, “And what do you mean, our?” “Our, as in you shot my husband you di’kutla, and my son’s aunt still has her Tenloss Rifle trained on your girl and Meck. She’ll only back off if I say so.” Kyle clenched his jaw, how he wished he brought a comlink with him, “What are you proposing?” “I want my son back, and I know how to get into Racto’s base. It seems that you want Racto and I have a sniper on your friends.” Jo paused for a moment, “I call my sniper off, take you to Racto’s and I get my son. I know you could storm through Nar Shaddaa on your own or with the New Republic Fleet, but that’ll warn Racto and he’ll disappear.” As much as Kyle loathed it, she had a few good points, “Alright,” he clenched his jaw again, “one condition.” “Name it,” her voice was almost desperate now. “You leave Racto to me,” announced Kyle, “New Republic Intelligence will want to interrogate him, and corpses don’t talk so well.” Jo scowled, as much as she wanted to hang him over a Vertical City high-rise to burn his skin off before letting Racto descend to the earth below, getting Mike back was far more important, “It’s a deal.” “Good,” Kyle stepped back from her, his lightsaber still at the ready, “call her off.” Jo sat back now, freed from the Jedi’s weapon. Two of her fingertips touched to the skin of her neck, pressing up towards the ear, “Dust, stand down.” Deep green eyes lingered over the lightsaberist, “we have a new plan.”
  13. Only if I'm in a hurry. Otherwise I'd just get the lads to gang up on it or snipe a limb, take cover, snipe, cover, repeat til they're dead.
  14. I suggest saving the anti-armour for the big droids.
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