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Post by isemmens on Jan 11, 2011 4:42:06 GMT
*Random quote that has no context or meaning attached* You're a bird! You don't have external genitalia!
*Dave Threatening two imperials playing cards* I Suggest you fold
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Post by vaxsgbstpachibgdk3 on Jan 18, 2011 3:51:42 GMT
Well, its 3.47am, I'm watching Pirates of the Caribbean (At Worlds End) and after ....sigh.....3 hours of me combing over the sourcebooks, I have finished statting a Space equivalent of Dracule Mihawk for Alex. Despite him not asking me to. And probably not wanting me to. Who will not be happy when I insist on meeting said fellow.
That being said, this guy is insanely effective at melee combat and I do worry about the consequences of turning him over to Alex instead of just using him as a build for a replacement, should Krai, force forbid, join the choir invisible.........
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Jan 18, 2011 7:07:37 GMT
Is it bad that I've spent most of the evening doing pretty much the same thing, albeit not necessarily to the same extent?
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Post by vaxsgbstpachibgdk3 on Jan 18, 2011 12:30:22 GMT
Hmm....make my one fight your one?
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Post by isemmens on Jan 24, 2011 20:33:21 GMT
*after talking about force stunning a cameraman to prevent him from following us into a dangerous combat situation* Dave: We coule force stun him Neil: Regaining force powers takes 1 minute Dave: It'll take one minute to coup de grace though Neil: A purge trooper? Dave: No the camera man.
*Trying to convince a sniper to stop* Neil: Stop! We are Jedi's Elite Stormtrooper: That's Jedi! You Uncultured Pleb!
*Said elite tropper flies through the air on fire.* Dave: It's a ghost rider! They sent nicolas cage after us!
*Watching Alex place a large model on the battle map* Dave: What the hell is that?! Whatever it is it isnt there!
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Post by isemmens on Feb 1, 2011 8:17:27 GMT
Vagisil the force sensitive chicken
*Upon Alex's Map* What are those red marks? 'They are for my reference, you don't know' I say we goog there *Ponts just a few cm from a red mark* '...For fucks sake...'
*Obligatory gay rape joke of the week* Can I bum him? 'No' I bum him
*James is wearing storm trooper armour while pretending to escort Neil character as if he were a criminal and is questioned by a member of the public* M.O.P: Another One? James: Yes Sir M.O.P: what did he do? James: *without missing a beat* Rape
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Feb 6, 2011 20:01:35 GMT
Dave's reaction upon being told how much those purge troopers would've been worth if fought individually.
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Post by isemmens on Feb 13, 2011 19:31:48 GMT
Verran awoke in a light daze, the dull thumping pain of his still bandaged hand rousing his conciousness. The force seemed to have a sense of humor when it came to healing injuries within trance, the wound from punching through the transpari-steel had healed perfectly but the pain lingered as a temporary momento of yet another struggle for the weak. He flexed his hand lightly, Master Ganat's words upon pain repeating in his head.
He twisted upon his bed, dropping his feet of the edge with a dull thump. The cold durasteel feeling comforting to bare feetm though he would have relished it more had something else not impeded upon his senses. Something had disturbed the force, like blood rippling calm water. Verran's mind jumped to the retreived artefacts from the Dark Jedi. He sprung up, making his way to the durasteel locker in the corner of his room, pulling open the bottom drawer. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed one less object than should have been present. The Holocron. He took a deep breath, knowing that the item in question had defiantly been there. Verran had wrapped the Red Sith artefect up in cloth and left it upon the top.
Reflecting upon where the item could have possibly gone, his mind reached only one conclusion. He felt guilty for jumping to it so soon, but was he right it was an issue that needed to be immediately resolved. He wasted no time closing up the locker and heading to the room of the ndividual he had immediately suspected. Virgil.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Feb 13, 2011 22:55:12 GMT
Verran quickly reaches Virgil's room, just in time to hear a loud thump, followed by ragged breathing.
Entering, he sees Virgil backed up against the far wall, his brow slick with sweat and his wide eyes focused on the holocron, which lies innocently on the floor a few feet in front of him.
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Post by isemmens on Feb 15, 2011 17:47:24 GMT
The lump in Verran throat shot straight down into the pit of his stomach. The impulse of dread not feeling dissimilar to nausea as he looked upon the shocked Vergil. It didnt take lomng for Verran to follow his gaze and find the crystaline pyramid infront of his small aquaintence. He took two steps into Vergil's bunk, his legs braced against the cold durasteel floor.
"I told you that the Holocron was not for our eyes. That I was going to keep it until we could hand it to the order."
He took another step forward, his eyes becoming sterner in a subconcious mimickery of Vert Ganat.
"Why did you take it from my locker Vergil?"
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Post by aturin on Feb 15, 2011 18:02:44 GMT
Like a whip virgil head snaps round to glare at Verran, "how long have you been standing there? What are you doing in my quaters!" his face changing from sheer terror to somewhere between surprise and a purity of anger not seen in him before now.
His voice then softens and almost takes on a pleading tone. "we needed to know so many things, why did they choose her? who where the dark jedi? what are there plans? I fully intended to give it back"
Virgil then looks at his feet sullenly adding "we are masters now, they would of let me look at in when we got back to yavin anyway"
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Post by isemmens on Feb 15, 2011 18:10:35 GMT
Verran listened to Vergils outbreak with a shocked expression bleeding ever so slightly into his previously stern one. Hearing his companion talk like this had been practically unthinkable until this point, the anger in the Mrliss Jedi's voice did not falter his stance or tone though.
"What am I doing in your room? I shall answer your question with one of my own. What has happened to your judgement if I deserve such a tone of voice from one who stole something from my room?"
Verrans own retort, in his own mind, felt like a precise strike against a thrashing opponent. Vergil was acting out of character, more so than could ever be predicted.
"As likely as that may be, You have no way of proving that the item would have been back in my room."
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Post by aturin on Feb 15, 2011 18:30:01 GMT
Between the sensible words of his trusted friends and the sneering mocking laugh he could feel in the back of his mind, he knew verren was talking sense, his judgement had been slipping of late, had he seriously thought of flipping that star destroyer onto slaves who had done nothing wrong, he hadnt even looked for another way to ahieve his ends. It took khan of all people to stop, think and show him the better way.
He turns to Verran his voice calmer and back to the usual tone "I am sorry Master Verran, truely, this was a unpresedented lapse of judgemant on my part although my thirst for knowladge is great, it gives me no excuse to behave so dishonourably, I have felt very out of sorts recently and fear that the great strain from displacing the star destroyer has affected me deeper than i previously thought.
I can offer no garuntees that i would not of replaced the object, but i hope that you will take both my word as a jedi and your friend that i would of done, i did not mean any harm with my actions. In fact its very presence disturbs me and if you would be so willing as to take it back to your room so i do not have to touch it, i would be most appreciatve, i intend to spend the remainder of the voyage in solitude reflecting upon my actions"
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Post by isemmens on Feb 15, 2011 18:48:45 GMT
Verrans tone lightened as Virgil spiralled into his apology. His own mind sympathising with his companion, knowing what one could do when ones judgement was blurred. His own past a constant reminder not to act with a clear mind.
"I will believe you Vergil, this is second chance many would not grant. And for now, this incident is between the two of us. But should the Masters upon inquire whether it has been activated, I will not lie to them"
He moved slowly, picking up the small cloth wrapping the holocron had been bound in as Virgil had taken it. Dropping it over the small prism and picking it up, avoiding touching it with his hands as he re-wrapped it.
"My next step will be to place a more active protection to the Dark Jedi's effects, in the hope that constant vigilance will dissuade you."
He tightened the bindings and tied the holocron to his belt, his right hand twinging as he did so. Verran made his way to the door before looking over his shoulder to the hopefully penitent Mrliss.
"I would also suggest that you stayaway from Dr Sung in your current condition. I hope your reflection can allow you to return to a point of clarity."
With that, Verran left the room.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Feb 15, 2011 18:49:31 GMT
Vergil, you think for a moment you hear a sinister, mirthless laugh just at the edge of your aural perpection. As soon as you try to pick it up again, however, it fades and is replaced with the monotome hum of the starship's hyperdrive.
Verran, you hear no such thing.
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