The Hunt for the Sith Hunter

[Writer]

"Our power is not drawn only from the Force," Riebe answered impatiently. "The Sith altered our physical stucture slightly and added mechanical implants that were supposed to allow us to feel the Force without actually having any training in doing so. Eventually, most of us went through the Jedi training anyway."

[jokemaster]

"What was jokemaster doing when he died?"

[Flamehart]

Craig reignited his blade, looking at the Cloner. "If that's what you wish, but you will not gather any information on my less Force-based abilities, I'll guarantee that." He held his lightaber at his side and closed his eyes once more, using his senses to see the room rather than his eyes. "You made the challenge, so make the first blow," he said to the Cloner, keeping his blade at the ready.

[Writer]

Riebe fell silent for a moment and her eyes closed. "I don't want to answer that question," she answered sharply.

 

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"As you wish, Sith Hunter," the Cloner sneered. He attacked in a flurry of movement.

[jokemaster]

"You don't want to, or you can't?"

[Writer]

"I mean I don't want to," Riebe answered icily.

[jokemaster]

"Well then I guess there's nothing more for me to do here. If you don't mind, I'll be leaving now." He turned around toward the door.

[Writer]

"Wait!" Riebe nearly yelled. She fell silent and turned away from him.

 

"We were together," she finally said. "The last of the Sith Hunters. We were in hiding and he was asleep..." Her voice faded away.

 

"I found our little hiding place rather stuffy," she went on after a moment. "I went out for a little walk..." She seemed to be struggling to keep her voice level. "When I came back... they were there... the Sith... I... I walked in on them... Jack was fighting... but he'd... he'd been taken by surprise..." There was another silence. "I hadn't been expecting them... I... I might have prevented it..."

 

A sort of strangled moan came from her mouth and she hurried out the door. ArC stared at the door for a moment before turning back to Roma.

 

"She'll be back," she said. "Don't worry."

[jokemaster]

"She already went through the hard part. It'd be a shame if she didn't come back for the prize."

[Writer]

An hour later, Riebe returned to the room. Her right hand was tightly clenched into a fist and her eyes showed that she still regretted the question. Instead of speaking to Roma, she returned to the box at the back of the room, climbed up onto it and resumed the meditative position she'd been in when Roma and ArC had entered.

 

ArC motioned for Roma to remain silent, indicating that Riebe would speak when she was ready.

[jokemaster]

Roma stayed silent and leaned against the wall

[Flamehart]

((Am I supposed to control the clone? I've been waiting for a response thinking you (Wildjedi) were but I wasn't sure lol.))

[Curt-Man]

Both of them were firing at each other, either barely missing or hitting thier cover. Curt had enough, he lept out and threw his gun at the clone, the clone did likewise. Then they lept at each other both throwing punches. Left hook, right hook, jab, elbow, uppercut. Every klind of hit imaginable, until Curt kicked him in the chest and lept ontop of him driving him to the ground. Curt then proceeded to beat the crap out of the Clone, repeatidly smashing his face in.

"Thats. The. Thing. With. You. Clones." Curt said inbetween punches "You can't take a beating!" Curt said as he delivered a huge punch right in the middle of his face. Curt clearly could tell he had won. He stood up from the bloody mess. His hands hurt and they were shaking. He went over and picked up his gun, with much concentration then proceeded to look for a way down to where the group had gone. He was bleeding all over his face, and he was very bruised.

[Writer]

((I had him attack you on page 4...))

 

Riebe did not move and it was several minutes before she said anything. "If you are going to continue your interrogation, now is the time."

[jokemaster]

"No, you passed easily enough."

[Writer]

"Oh." Riebe did not move.

[jokemaster]

Roma approached Riebe and took out a small container. He keyed in a code, and passed it to her.

"It's voice locked also."

[Writer]

Riebe took the container and stared at it for a moment. "Voice locked?"

[jokemaster]

"Just say your name into it."

[Writer]

Riebe frowned and stared at the container.

 

"Riebe Sothe," she said softly.

[jokemaster]

The container whirred, clicked five times, then opened revealing Jokemaster's old sith hunters communicator. Scrawled on the back of it in handwriting that looked like it could belong to anybody was a note: Never lose hope.

[Writer]

There was a long silence as Riebe stared at the communicator and the note on the back.

 

"Where did you get this?" she asked quietly.

[Curt-Man]

Curt walked over to where the hole opened up, he got donw on his knees and took out his 'datapad' and pressed another button. It turned into a different mechanizm, this one was for looking underground. He found the hole.

"now to get inside..." Curt wondered.

 

((feel free to oepn the hole and let curt fall in or whater, y'know ))

[Writer]

"Patience, Curt," the Riebe AI said. "There's a fight going on down there. Your friends will rejoin you when it's over."

 

"It's your fault, you know," the AI went on. "You just had to split up... you'd be with them now if you hadn't run off."

[jokemaster]

"I told you. He gave it to me."