Young David Posted October 7, 2002 Share Posted October 7, 2002 Nice. Plot points boiling in my head. Chapter 7 will be on board YD's Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 7, 2002 Share Posted October 7, 2002 Chapter 6: Traitor’s Triumph “ARGHHHHHH!!!!!” Tie slammed his fist into the wall in a fit of rage, but immediately wished he hadn’t. Not only did his hand now hurt, but also his men didn’t need to see that kind of outburst from him. He was their leader; he should have had everything under control. “Has the Pringled Can left yet?” he snapped to Compa. “He just entered hyperspace!” the communications head replied. “Crap! Ok, we better just get out of here. Rogue, head for Site B, NOW!” Tie could barely hold back his fury. Ten years, that’s how long he’d spent getting this organization to where it was, and now it was falling apart before his eyes! He picked up a comlink from a nearby control board. “Kylilin, Silenthunter, you guys just jump there on your own, we gotta leave as soon as possible. Havoc, will they be able to make it?” “Might be tight, but they should make it,” came the old mechanic’s reply. “Roger that” Kylilin and Silenthunter chimed in. “Sir,” it was Rogue Nine, the ship’s capable pilot, “I’ve got the course plotted.” “Good, GO!” The ship hummed as the stars elongated into slender shafts of light and the ship accelerated at impossible speeds. The white lines eventually gave way to the chilling blue and purple kaleidoscope of hyperspace. Tie stood on the decking, staring out the viewport. They were safe, for now. “Havoc, will you go down and start looking over anything Jatt might have used or do..” Suddenly, the ship blue faded and the star lines returned, only to condense into stars. Panic seized Tie. No, no, NO! This can’t be happening now! he thought, his mind racing. “What the hell happened, Rogue!” he said, almost screaming. “Just changing courses, sir, that way there’s no chance anyone can follow us.” Rogue replied uneasily. What? Tie thought, he felt suddenly hot as his skin tingled and turned red . How had he missed such a routine occurrence? Was he really that wound up? He needed to keep his cool and think of a solution to these problems. Easier said than done he scoffed to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down. “Of course…proceed.” Rogue Nine nodded and pulled back the lever on his control panel.” The Raven’s Star shot into hyperspace, on their way to the next rendezvous point. The sixth planet in the Hoth system was massive sheet of ice covered in a layer of snow. Its barren wastelands stretched from as far as the eye could see, nothing could survive on them. Or so he assumed, he’d never actually been to the surface of course, and he’d only ever seen the planet once before. It made for the perfect rendezvous and hideout. It was so out of the way that he figured no one would ever bother to search it, not even with probes. Yet it was only a short hyperspace flight from Falledor, so it was very convenient as a backup. Tie stared at the frozen planet absently. The world, he knew, would never carry any weight whatsoever in the galactic scheme, yet its icy blue tint seemed ominous, almost…important. “Tie, what were you saying?” it was Havoc, his old friend seemed not the least bit interested in the planet. “Huh?” He said, snapping out of his gaze and trying to remember what had happened. “Before we left you said there was something you wanted me to do. What was it?” “Oh,” Tie said, still not remembering. “Oh! That’s right, I wanted you to check out Jatt’s stuff.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea, we might find out why he betrayed us, especially to the Sith.” Havoc turned to leave. “Wait…I’ll come with you, I could use a break anyways.” He turned back to the bridge, “Make sure you get Kylilin and Silenthunter on board.” He turned and walked out, Havoc beside him. As the two friends strode down the narrow hallway, they each pondered the same question, why? Havoc spoke first, “Why would he betray us like that? Surely he knew we would just jump again.” “I don’t know, but it seems rather convenient that he do it so soon after his hire. He must have been planted, but by whom? Surely the Sith couldn’t have known they would need a spy, Homer said that he only came to us because a battle took place near there.” “Since when do the Sith always tell the truth?” Havoc quipped. “Well, that’s true, but what about that Jedi?” A shiver ran down Tie’s back. “That couldn’t just have been a coincidence. No, I don’t think it was the Sith.” “Then who?” The two reached the cabins and entered the one marked, “ROOM XII” in black lettering, Jatt’s room. He shared the room with the two other rookies that had recently been hired. They found Jatt’s stuff, most of it left because of the circumstances of his escape. Havoc surveyed Jatt’s locker. “We’re lucky he left when he did, if he’d stayed we not ever have been able to gain even the slightest clue.” Tie reached down and picked up Jatt’s bag. “This may well answer a few questions.” The two searched through it and found nothing of distinguish. They continued searching through his stuff for several minutes, but found nothing. “Oh well,” Havoc started, “We can get a team down here to do a more thorough…” “Wait.” Tie suddenly felt that strange feeling again, but in a much different way. He drew his blaster from the holster at his side and pointed it at the back of Jatt’s locker. “Geezes, Tie! What are you doing!?” Havoc exclaimed, backing away. “Trust me,” Tie said slowly, focusing. He lined up and his finger slowly compressed the trigger on the pistol. A blazing red bolt shot through the locker, exploding as metal superheated and sparked. A puff of smoke filled the locker. Tie fanned it away with his hand and reached into the hole. His hand emerged holding a small cylinder that both men immediately recognized. “What…did…you do?” Havoc stammered, still not believing what he just saw. “This is a homing device, as you know. Surely they wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave a….” Tie turned the cylinder over in his hand, revealing a very small but clear symbol. He instantly recognized the logo and felt anger grow within him. “Its those slimy…” “Sir!” One of the deck officers cut in over the com, “we have incoming ships!” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Homer Posted October 7, 2002 Share Posted October 7, 2002 oooo, the suspense....the action (to come as well!!!) this story is amazing guys, GREAT WORK!!! :D :D :D :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatt13 Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 yeah, this is great! keep it up! and me, a regular benidict arnold! i didn't know i had it in me! i never thought i'd sink so low!i suprise even myself sometimes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DashRendar Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 *wonders why the heck he didn't look at this thread before 25 minutes ago* OOO OOO OOO I wanna be a Jedi I WANNA BE A JEDI I WANNA BE A JEDI!!! well actually I'll be a Jedi, a Dark Eye, OR one of the Casino dudes...but if I'm a Casino Dude I require a cut in the funds! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Originally posted by DashRendar OOO OOO OOO I wanna be a Jedi I WANNA BE A JEDI I WANNA BE A JEDI!!! A Jedi, eh? Hmmm....maybe. But that reminds me...is Rhett still writing about the Jedi? Oh, and by the way, for the benefit of everyone, i'm gonna post who everyone is so far. I can't even remember myself sometimes. Dark Eyes: Tie Guy - Commander Havoc Stryphe - Lead Mechanic Rogue Nine - Pilot - Raven's Star Compa Mighty - Lead Communications Officer Kylilin - Veteran Pilot - starfight Silenthunter - Verteran Pilot - starfighter NL_Ackbar - Rookie Pilot - starfighter Jediduo - Rookie Pilot - starfighter Casino: Young David - Owner Wraith 8 - Aide Sith Fergie Homer Unaffiliated (as of yet) Chase Windu - captain - Pringled Can Jatt 13 - TBA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Artoo Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Little Bit O' Congrats to our authors for very much good writing, at first I was able to pick out some literary elements but now they blend almost seemlessly, very well written. Also just a gentle reminder... EVIL CRONEY BE ME!!! Must tell Chuckles, the joke lives on! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young David Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Chapter 7: Easy Money Most gamblers here dreamed about a job like Wraith 8 had. He could spend all the money he wanted on gambling. He used the companies money. If he lost, the money went back to the company; if he won, the money went back to the company too ... mostly. He was an undercover gambler, noone knew he worked for the boss. It had been almost a week since the visit of the sith lord. They didn't get any response from Dark Eye 1. This worried Young David because that's not Tie's style. Wraith 8 joined another game of sabacc with some dirty looking spacers, smugglers, he assumed. His job was to get all the information he could get, about the sith, Tie Guy and that Jedi the sith were looking for. Because the casino attracted all kind of people with all kind of business, spying for information was easy. The cards were handed out. He did not get a great set, but that was not his main concern. "That the best may win.", a fat rodian said in huttese. "Don't worry, I will.", grinned Wraith 8. The game started, but did not last long. Wraith lost big money that first round. "I really tought I was going to win.", he said with a face that could have seen a Bantha drown. "Tough luck, huh.", the spacer next to him said. "Seems to me you're new to this game, here let me buy you a drink." The spacer next to him was a big man, a little red in his bearded face. He smelled awfull and when he smiled you could count his teeth. He smiled a lot. Wraith 8 nodded to the man. "Thank you, mister ..." "Redwing,", the man answered, "but my friends call me red. And who do I have the honour with?" "Fake 9", Wraith 8 answered. He gave up a false name, noone needed to know that losing sabacc was part of his job. "Well Fake, You should be happy the sith don't take over the galaxy by playing sabacc." Wraith chuckled, "You can say that again, I'd be in big trouble." The cards for the next round were dealt. Wraith 8 hestitated for his next question. "The sith ... yeah. Haven't run much into to them so far. I don't know very much about them." "Well, I do kid ... I do.", Redwing slowly nodded. "I've met some of them, Darth Rommel, Darth Fergie, Darth Homer ... They're nasty kid. Last week I witnessed the destruction of Dark Eye 1, Homer's work." Wraith 8 was fully alert now, but only on Redwing. If he payed more attention to his surroundings he might have noticed that a man at a nearby bar was spying on them. Wraith 8 tapped twice with his right shoe what would send a signal to security. A moment later Young David had the conversation on screen. He followed the story he had to tell about Homer and the destruction of the Dark Eye 1. He called security and Dash Rendar came walking in. "Dash, you see this man over there? I want everything you have on that man. And if you don't have it, find it. Find out what ship he is flying with and keep it in bay." That man knew about Tie Guy, and there were sith involved. The situation was getting more interesting, or dangerous ... A light on his desk blinked and he turned on de comm. "Sir, we've succesfully indetified his ship. It's the 'red rabbit', and I must say, it's an ugly ship." "Good work, is there any personel on board?" "There is a bothan navigator and an astromech droid. For the rest it's empty." "Thank you." Meanwhile Wraith 8 had a intensive talk with Redwing between the games. Wraith even won a couple of games, to the pleasure of his new 'friend'. "You're learning fast, kid. But I have to go, Business calls huh.", with that Redwing left. Wraith 8 nodded to one of the security camera's and dissapeared in the mass. Redwing walked to his ship when he saw that his navigator was trying to warn him about something. It was too late. In no time Redwing was surrounded by armed security. There was nothing he could do against it, or he would surely die. Dash Rendar greeted him. "Greetings, mister Redwing. Perhaps you'd like to stay a little longer? There are some people who'd like to have a little word with you." With that he guided Redwing out of the hangar bay. When they were away the man that had listened to the conversation in the bar checked his reciever. It was working. It was a good thing he slid the transmitter in the fat man's pocket. He could now hear everything Redwing would say, or what others had to say to them. He walked to the Pringled Can and started to record the whole conversation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havoc Stryphe Posted October 8, 2002 Author Share Posted October 8, 2002 Great Chapter YD! The suspense is building! I'll take teh next chapter, but I need to PM Tie a question first. Does anyone know why Rhett hasn't posted in this thread at all yet? Is he going to write for the Jedi? If not, I should probably take that angle soon. Unless we just stick with the Dark Eye and Casino angles with Sith and Jedi going in and out of the story? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boba Rhett Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Yipes! I've been totally missing this thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eets Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 I'd like to take this moment of forgetfulness to remind you all that I'm a Jawa Jedi with dark gray robes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Wait you turn, eets. The jedi haven't even been talked about yet. Great Chapter YD, but i wanted to use Redwing...oh well.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young David Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 Originally posted by Boba Rhett Yipes! I've been totally missing this thread. Yes Rhett ... how could you!!! You can make it up ... throw in a chapter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatt13 Posted October 8, 2002 Share Posted October 8, 2002 great jod, guys! this is getting good! the suspense! the intrigue! the mystery! the casino! i love this story! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 Yousa! This is some good stuff. Similar to my Academy Wars Threads but better. Wonder why you guys don't post at the Roleplaying Forums at Jedi Knight II? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DashRendar Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 Well for one this isn't an RPG...it's a plain out story...two, they probably have the same reason as everyone I invite [whiny voice]"But I don't have the tiiiiiime."[/whiny voice] which is impossible for people like Havoc and Rhett, and YD (whom has special circimstances, but I still felt like picking on him:p) Although I haven't seen the JKII board's RPGs if they're more fast paced the most of the others maybe they DON'T have enough time. YIPPEE First post second page! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young David Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 Originally posted by DashRendar ... which is impossible for people like Havoc and Rhett, and YD (whom has special circimstances, but I still felt like picking on him:p) Don't you start telling them about my RPG addiction! That period of my life almost destroyed my social life Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eets Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 Originally posted by Young David Don't you start telling them about my RPG addiction! That period of my life almost destroyed my social life "so-ky-all.... ly-fuh" ?? What in the name of hell is that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havoc Stryphe Posted October 9, 2002 Author Share Posted October 9, 2002 Chapter Eight: Enter The Crimson Blade The announcement of incoming fighters still rung in his ears as Tie ran for the Raven Star’s bridge. Despite all of Tie’s threats and curses, Havoc had ran for the docking bay to scramble the fighters. As Tie Guy burst onto the bridge, the ship lurched from direct blaster fire sending the commander reeling into the Raven Star’s primary instrument panel. Regaining his footing, Tie asked the ominous, “Rogue, how many are there?” Rogue Nine checked the scanners quickly to confirm the count, but quickly grimaced, “Looks like twelve fighters.”, Rogue quickly turned his com link on, “Silenthunter can you get an ID on the fighters?” “Yeah, let me just ask them to stop shooting at me first!”, came the hurried response. There was a brief pause then, “It looks like…” “The Crimson Blade”, Tie Guy and Silenthunter both said it in unison. Rogue looked at his boss, “How’d you know that?” “An educated guess.”, replied the commander as he stepped to the scanner array, “How are our shields holding up?” “Shields are dropping, but our fighters are drawing most of the fire now”, just as Rogue finished saying it, the Raven Star was rocked by another hit. Tie glanced at the scanners, “Our fighters are still outnumbered. Nearly two to one.”, with a puzzled look, Tie looked again at the scanners, “Wait a second! How many fighters do we have, Rogue?” “All totaled, sir, eight. Why?” Tie ignored his question, “Minus the one Jatt13 took off with, that leaves seven. Yet there’s eight showing up on the scanners.” Tie looked out the view port, realizing his men were in the dogfight of their lives, and there was little he could do, but watch. Outside, the revelation was somewhat more intense. The backdrop of space was alive with light. Blaster fire, both red and green, danced among the stars, like some futuristic game of connect the dots. Fighters banked and rolled from each other only to nearly collide with the other ships. But for the Dark Eyes, the worst epiphany was coming still. Suddenly Havoc’s headset was alive with chatter, “I got one!, I got one!”, it was the rookie Jediduo. “Great kid, now shut up and repeat the process!”, Havoc was all business in a dogfight. Even more so tonight. The old Engineer realized to himself, as he dodged the surrounding laser fire, it had been at least ten years since he saw combat in a star fighter. What the hell was he doing out here? As if on cue, he was immediately reminded, “I’ve been hit! I can’t control her…”, it was the voice of Captain Drake. The young pilot had been with the Dark Eyes for three years now. He was a quiet man. Didn’t brag about kills like most pilots. He was just content to be a Dark Eye and do his job. Havoc’s thoughts were interrupted by the concerned voices of his wingmen. But the other Dark Eyes could only voice their help to their crippled friend… “Eject!” “I can’t…The canopy’s jammed!” “Get out of there!” “Drake, there’s one on your tail, do evasive maneuvers!” “She’s not responding! I’m goi…”. The voice went silent, as the night of space was illuminated by the explosion of the small fighter. And like that, Havoc was reminded why he was out here. This was his family, his sons. He wasn’t going to lose them without a fight! He suddenly found a Crimson Blade fighter in his targeting reticle, and squeezed the trigger. The J-Type fighter responded immediately, sending green blasters into the enemy fighter. Sparks showered the fighter and flames erupted from the engines, but the fighter didn’t immediately incinerate, giving Havoc the satisfaction of adding a short prayer for the enemy pilot, “Burn in hell!” However, Havoc was unable to enjoy the fighter’s explosion. For just as the enemy fighter met it’s demise, the com link came alive with a new threat. “Hey! What’s the big idea!”, Kylilin yelled over the com link, “Who’s firing at me? Jediduo you newb! Shoot at the enemy, not your wingmen!” “It’s not me! I swear! I’m dodging my own problems right now!”, came the rookie’s response. “NL Ackbar?”, asked Kylilin as the blaster fire became more intense “Not me!”, NL Ackbar replied as his own fire glanced off an enemy fighter, sending it careening end over end. “If it’s not one of you two, then who is it? I know it's one of ours!”, Kylilin’s surprise quickly turned to fear as he learned the answer to his question. “Did you guys miss me?”, it was Jatt13, “I didn’t miss you guys a bit! Well, I just missed you Kylilin, but I’m going to fix that right now!” “Jatt you traitor!”, returned Silenthunter, “It wasn’t enough to give away our position, now you’re going to fight us too?!” “Oh, I’m not going to fight you!”, replied the traitor, “I’m going to kill you, and with one of your own fighters!” His threat was immediately followed by an intense barrage of blaster fire, which Kylilin struggled to dodge, taking a minor hit to his fuselage. “Why are you doing this?”, screamed Kylilin, “Was it for money?” The com link was flooded with laughter. “Money? Please, this is about much more than money. This is personal!” By this time Havoc had shaken several Crimson Blade fighters and had made his way to where Jatt13 had Kylilin pinned down. Jatt continued his speech, “Perhaps you knew my father, Hannibalscipio?” At the mention of that name, the Dark Eyes froze behind their controls, with the exception of the two rookies, Jediduo and NL Ackbar, who were unable to place the name. “Your father was the commander of the Crimson Blade?”, asked a now worried, Kylilin as he regained his composure and dodged another volley of blaster fire. This time his fighter’s nose taking a hit disabling his targeting system. Suddenly, Jatt13 found himself the target of some blaster fire. “Yeah, I knew your father!”, It was Havoc, “He screamed real loud when Tie Guy shot his fighter down ten years ago, above Corellia!” Havoc squeezed off another round of blaster fire just missing the rogue fighter. Even so, the taunt did exactly what Havoc had hoped for. Jatt13 broke off his attack on Kylilin and immediately shifted his attention to the Engineer. “Ah yes, the old man”, Jatt struggled to keep his composure, “My father gave me a message especially for you, Havoc!” Jatt’s fighter suddenly jinked right, causing the engineer to lose him. “When? From beyond the grave?”, Havoc continued to taunt as he desperately searched for his, now missing, target. “No doubt, you’ll be glad to know, my father still lives as does his hatred of the Dark Eyes!”, Jatt settled in behind Havoc’s fighter, “Which, by the way, his cybergenic arm and leg, seemed to have only made it stronger!” He fired at the engineer’s fighter. Scoring a direct hit on Havoc’s engine. Havoc’s fighter suddenly became dead in space. Jatt’s fighter screamed by almost clipping the disabled fighter. Havoc looked around, but quickly realized the other Dark Eyes were pre-occupied with the remaining Crimson Blade fighters. He was all alone, and his fighter was dead in the water. He desperately wished he had his tools with him. Glancing around the cokpit he found nothing of use. Jatt13 had circled around and was making for his final pass, “Since it seems Tie Guy was too much of a coward to fight, I’ll avenge my father with your death first, old man!” Havoc stared out his fighter’s canopy to see Jatt’s fighter bearing down on him. Knowing there was nothing he could do, he gave one last taunt, “I’d be better off dead then as a cybergenic freak like your father!” “We shall see, won’t we!”, was all the man said, as his anger caused him to focus all his attention on Havoc’s crippled fighter. Perhaps if he’d controlled his anger better he would have seen his coming demise. Just as the villain was about to fire the final volley at Havoc’s ship, the Raven Star roared into view only mere meters from colliding with Havoc’s disabled fighter, coming between Havoc and his assailant. So intent on destroying Havoc, Jatt13 didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. He pulled up hard but the fighter’s immense speed caused it to respond sluggishly and it plowed straight into the Raven Star. Had the Raven Star been any other ship, the explosion would have probably described as spectacular. The fireball reached far into space, claiming another Crimson Blade fighter that was flying too close. Debris was thrown from the Raven Star as if the ship itself was bleeding from it’s gaping wound. As the smoke cleared, the damage became apparent, both to the Dark Eyes and to the Crimson Blade. The remaining enemy fighters, at seeing their leader’s untimely end, quickly began to retreat into hyperspace, as the Dark Eyes rallied to their damaged flagship. “What the ‘ell were you thinking, Rogue Nine?! That will take months to repair!”, was all Havoc could say as he drifted next to the capital ship. “It wasn’t Rogue Nine”, came a familiar voice over the com link, “I made the call and I piloted the Raven Star!” “Okay, then what the ‘ell were you thinking Tie?!”, came the engineer’s gruff response, “That will cost a fortune to repair!” “You’re welcome!”, grinned Tie over the com link. But his grin wouldn’t last long, “Alright, Dark Eyes report in!” “Silenthunter here! Just a few scratches!” “This is Kylilin! I’m pretty banged up, but she’s still flying!” “NL Ackbar here! What the hell just happened?” “Jediduo reporting in! I gave it as good as I got it!” A few seconds of silence followed, then Havoc's voice was heard, slowly and quietly “I think that’s it, Tie. We lost Captain Drake and Heavyarms.” The silence of space seemed deafening to the weary fleet as they sat there quietly taking in what was just said, and though no one could see it, some say, as Havoc sat in his crippled fighter staring into the deepness of space, a single tear ran down the old engineer’s cheek. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 Awesome chapter, Havoc! I got the next one, unless YD or Rhett wants to write it. It might be nice to have a little intermission in the Dark Eyes' part of the story. If you do, just say so, if not i should have mine up by tomorrow at the latest. I'll try to have it by later tonight. Oh well, too late: Chapter Nine: Planetside The canopy on Havoc’s fighter opened with a hiss as the pressure equalized around him. He slowly descended the ladder and stood silent on the not-quite-shimmering metal floor of the landing bay. The smell of smoke filled the air and in distance the sound of alarms could be heard. Havoc simply stood solemnly, gazing at his fighter. The J-type was a magnificent craft. Its long, conical body mixed seamlessly into graceful curves in the rear. Four roughly triangular wings flowed from the fuselage at ninety-degree angles, so that one was directly above the pilot, one below, and one on each side. At the base of the wings four high intensity laser cannons were mounted, giving the pilot excellent firepower. Driving the vehicle was a single, yet powerful rear mounted engine. Havoc ran his hand slowly over the sleek hull, now scarred and burnt by all too near misses, in silent meditation. He loved ships, that’s why he became a mechanic. When around the unique craft he always felt at peace, but that craft had almost been his casket. If not for his friend’s sacrifice he…Havoc pushed those thoughts out of his mind, suddenly snapping to attention. It wasn’t the time to be moping around, the group was in trouble, and it was his fault. Havoc started running to the bridge, he had a lot of work to do. When Havoc reached the bridge he did not like what he saw. Men hurried about everywhere, shouting commands or inquiries. He spotted Tie Guy, standing straight in the middle of it all, giving commands and asking for reports. He smiled and walked over and stood next to his friend. “What’s the shields’ status?” Tie yelled over the tumult. “Still no power, sir. We’re sitting ducks if anyone tries to attack,” someone in the crowd responded. Tie Guy silently cursed himself. This was all his fault. “What’s about the engines?” “Approximately 70% sublight, the hyperdrives are 60% but losing power,” responded another individual. Tie cursed again, they didn’t have enough power to get to their back up base. They badly needed repairs and they needed them before those blasted Crimson Blades could muster some reinforcements. He turned to his old friend, who hadn’t said a thing since he’d arrived. “We don’t have enough to make it to Filaar. Got any bright ideas?” Tie asked. “What about YD’s?” The engineer replied. “That’s the first thing I thought of too, but it’s too far also.” “I think that Iphgin isn’t too far away. They have the places big enough to handle a ship this size there, don’t they.” “That’s cutting it awfully close to Blade territory though.” Tie remarked. “What choice do we have, Tie? Beggars can’t be choosers.” Tie thought for a moment then reluctantly he said, “Yeah…you’re right.” Turning to Rogue Nine he added, “set a course for Iphgin.” Rogue Nine complied and set to work getting the coordinates. Most of the problems with the bridge had been fixed by now, but Tie knew there were much more serious problems elsewhere on the ship. He saw the familiar star lines formed and the ship lurched forward into hyperspace with a bitter reluctance. “Hold together, baby.” Tie muttered to himself. And with that the ship leapt forward into the deep unknowns of hyperspace. Breathing a sigh he slouched his arms forward and turned to his faithful friend. “I need you to oversee some of the on board repairs. We gotta make sure those fighters are in flying condition in case we run into trouble on the way.” “I’ll get right on it. But Tie, you look awful. You better hit the refresher.” He was smiling broadly, as if repressing a grin. “Yeah, I could definitely use a break.” Both men turned and walked off the bridge, leaving the crew to their work. Iphgin was the only inhabitable planet in the system. Its landscape was mostly blue oceans mottled with green and brown tracts of land. On the bigger parts of land large cities had been built and vast bridges connected the islands creating the appearance of a large web that spread over most of the planet. Iphgin was a center for the nearby systems as well as being a huge tourist attraction. People from all over the galaxy came to extravagant resorts on some of the world’s more exotic islands. The space around the planet bustled with traffic; freighters bringing all kinds of goods, luxury liners bring countless tourists, and just the normal traffic that came with a civilized world. So, when the Raven Star suddenly emerged from hyperspace, engines smoking, it caused quite a disturbance. Aboard the bridge Tie, feeling refreshed and energetic stood next to the wily mechanic, Havoc. The two had been a team for over 10 years, yet now what they had built together seemed to be falling apart around him. Both were determined not to let that happen. “Unidentified ship, state your name and intentions,” a voice crackled over the com. “This is Tie Guy, commander of the Raven Star, we came under attack by mercenaries and request assistance.” Tie answered the traffic control officer. The man seemed to be talking to someone but Tie could not hear what he was saying. “Raven Star, you are clear for docking bay 168. We’ll have a repair team standing by.” Tie wasn’t sure what to make of the man’s discussion but he was grateful to finally have something go his way. “Roger that, control. Thank you.” The battered ship landed in the vast docking bay nearly 20 standard minutes later. Havoc and Tie slowly descended the ramp to the spaceport. Tie noticed that a repair team was indeed standing by. “Tie Guy! I knew it was you!” Tie turned his attention towards the front of the bay towards the man who just called his name. A broad smile swept across his face. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatt13 Posted October 9, 2002 Share Posted October 9, 2002 you killed me off?! why? couldn't you have just made me a small-time bad guy, who just did little things like planting trackng devices and stealing ships? no, instead you make me the son of the commander of the dark eye's enemies. and you made me use corney bad guy lines! what kind of person are you?! (i am j/k, by the way. (well, mostly, anyway.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Homer Posted October 10, 2002 Share Posted October 10, 2002 yay! You killed off Jatt!! Hurrah...wait, I'm, a Darth...he died very painfully, good job, I hated him anyway.... j/k, Jatt can't wait till I get back in the story...well, my character, at least... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darthfergie Posted October 10, 2002 Share Posted October 10, 2002 HEY! I'M A CHARACTER IN THIS ONE! Simply amazing... Mesa is a justa wondaing...can'a mesa doin a chaperata for da litel storie da we'a hav'a go'in here? (I was just wondering...can I do a chapter of the story) Of course it will be a bit of a Sithish thing...Introduce some Sith Homeboys and all that rot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 10, 2002 Share Posted October 10, 2002 Hmm....talk to Havoc, this is his brainchild. It would be interesting to learn more about the Sith though... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young David Posted October 13, 2002 Share Posted October 13, 2002 Originally posted by darthfergie (I was just wondering...can I do a chapter of the story) I think it's gonna be the next chapter from my casino that you're in again. I'll give you an oppurtunity at the end to continue it, kay I have some toughts on my next chapter already. I'll try to have it on within the next 24 hours. 'night Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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