|
Post by <imaginative username here> on Oct 14, 2011 15:04:31 GMT
Ian: "Look, I'm sorry - let's start again. This infiltration is just embarassing - it looks bad on us, it looks bad on you. Hows about we go back to our ship, fly back to the Republic Fleet and try again in a few days?"
James: "There are no Jedis here! But even if there were, we'd kick your asses!"
|
|
|
Post by barmybex91 on Oct 14, 2011 15:57:12 GMT
I remember there was something hilarious me and ian couldnt stop laughing about... i cant remember it now! D:
|
|
|
Post by <imaginative username here> on Dec 23, 2011 0:04:56 GMT
The stars stretch into lines, and are replaced with the blue vortex of hyperspace as the ship lurches to lightspeed. The movement stabilises, and the engine's roar is replaced with the quiet, comforting murmuring of stable flight.
Virgil rolls onto his back by the landing ramp, his body burnt and scarred from the nova that the late Admiral Krennel became. Beside him, Verran stands, equally battered, bruised and out of breath. In the cockpit, Khan performs the necessary post-jump checks and then immediately leaves to check on his master, while Krai leans back exhausted in the flight chair, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
It will be at least a week's journey to Yavin IV. Kai Mok lies in the medbay, unconscious but alive. It is likely you all have questions for each other. What do you do?
|
|
|
Post by isemmens on Dec 23, 2011 0:46:30 GMT
After a few minutes of catching his breath, lying almost motionless upon the cold durasteel of the cargo bay floor. Verran hauls himself up to the upper tier of the ship, his will overpowering the strong pain in his burnt hands. A physical reminder of what those force did those to let it consume them, Verran had tried to calm Krennel in the midst of battle, by the panicking Admirials power had intensified outwards severely blistering the unarmed Jedi's palms. The ache of his hands became a more dull sensation as he reached the top, no longer needing to pull himself up the ladder he folded them infront of him as if not looking at his damaged limbs would allow him to ignore the pain easier.
He paused, wondering what had happened with Krai as he had split up from the rest of their group. Kahn, Virgil and Himself had come face to face with the near insane Krennel, while Krai had wandered away from them. He had seen a glimpse of Krai moments before they had taken off, the Nagai had looked more injured in those brief seconds that Verran had ever seen him. Verran moved towards the cockpit, hoping he could find the duellist sat at the helm as he usually would have.
|
|
|
Post by <imaginative username here> on Jan 30, 2012 1:51:13 GMT
R I P, Doraleous. You had a good life.
|
|
|
Post by isemmens on Jan 31, 2012 1:29:52 GMT
|
|
|
Post by <imaginative username here> on May 15, 2012 0:34:19 GMT
A chapter ends, but the book is not finished. The Galaxy will always need heroes.
It has been a pleasure to chronicle the adventures of your characters, gentlemen. I promise you a sequel campaign someday.
For the time being, however,
~Fin
|
|
|
Post by isemmens on May 15, 2012 9:05:01 GMT
|
|