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Post by LadyEvicto on May 21, 2011 10:58:23 GMT -5
The Wookiee cast a glance over at the other side of the bar over the edge of the table, and saw Noon trying to find a good shot at Wolf. Jay noticed that the electric shower of sparks cascading down from the ceiling hadn't phased the man much. This surprised him slightly but he didn't have much time to dwell on it.
Before Wolf could snarl 'Game over", the Wookiee levitated the table off the ground using the force and smashed it right towards his face which was a very short distance away, this also managed to block the blasts aimed at his face. At the same time he swung up the broad doublesided vibroaxe, aiming to cut off Wolf's leg at the knee.
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Post by Cervantes on May 22, 2011 13:02:26 GMT -5
Wolf didn't was oblivious to the fact that Noon had stopped fleeing and had come back to rescue the wookie. Nor did he see the wookie pick up the table with the force and hurl it through the air. He caught sight of something moving out of the corner of his eye at the last minute and turned his head just in time to see the table smack into him, knocking the bounty hunter off his feet and into a heap on the ground, rendering him unconcious. The two blasters fell from his hands and clattered to the floor as Wolf lay there limp, darkness having overcome his vision and forcing himself into the world of faux sleep. It was by nothing more than a maraculious stroke of luck that Noons blaster bolts hadn't blown holes in him, but had decimated the table instead leaving it nothing more than a heap of smoking debris.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 24, 2011 5:27:18 GMT -5
Teamwork, Noon noted, would require some effort. He had almost had Wolf, when the table had caught the man and moved him out the way of his shots.
What he was more surprised by though, was the way the table had just flown across the room into Wolf.
Not really having the time to contemplate this more, Noon moved across the cantina to where Wolf lay unconcious, and grasped the man's hands behind his back. Grabbing his own belt, Noon secured Wolf's hands behind his back, tightly, and made sure that the man would not be slipping free anytime soon.
Now what, Noon thought. They had Wolf as a prisoner, and that was going to complicate things.
Putting his blaster into the back of the unconscious man's head, Noon looked at the Wookiee. Rather than deal with authorities and bureaucracy, they could end it now, and give this man the justice he deserved.
"Do I deal with it here? Deliver swift justice?"
Noon asked the Wookiee while beginning to have a terrible feeling that this was not a problem that they would solve swiftly...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 28, 2011 14:35:24 GMT -5
The Wookiee grunted in pain as he watched the table connect with the man who took down a large section of the cantina in a heap of debris. The electical lines showered sparks over the scene briefly before the safety measures kicked in and cut the power to them.
Wa'jacca sat up and looked at Noon who came over. <"I would say kill him now, but it would be wiser not to have the local authorities on our tail. Perhaps leave them a message to help protect the daughter. In the mean time I say we blow this place up to hide any evidence of our doing. This creature may not need the keys to whatever ship he may be using. Take his credits.">
He managed to stand and felt along the muscles of his back. They were sore and tender, and worst off, there was matted blood and the smell of burnt flesh and fur. He felt like swooning in dizziness. He had to get to his duffle which contained some healing agents that would numb the pain until he could get it looked at properly. He limped over, and shoved the broad doublesided vibroaxe into it and came over to join Noon again.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 31, 2011 6:20:46 GMT -5
Noon stood up, slinging the captive over his back, after patting the man down and removing any remaining weapons or possible weapons he still had one him. As an afterthought, Noon also removed the man's boots and hat. While searching the man's pockets Noon found what was the activation chip for a ship.
"This will get us off planet. I guess we take him with us?"
Noon was not happy about this, he would much rather have killed the man than have to baby sit him, but the Wookiee would probably not allow it. Noon made his way to the exit of the cantina, and noted that he too needed some medical attention.
"Where you Jay?"
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 31, 2011 22:48:20 GMT -5
<"I have something that will keep him sedated."> The Wookiee chuffed, as he made his way to the door as quickly as he could, despite his condition. He had the duffel over his uninjured side. He grabbed the collar of Wolf, and yanked him upwards, beginning to drag him from the establishment, as his feet dragged along the debris strewn floor. Once they were in the doorway, he pulled something from his duffel and injected it into Wolf's neck, making sure he would be unconscious for several hours.
<"I think it's better if you fly."> Jay suggested, wincing as if to reiterate his point.
((I'll post after you post here and in the hangars?))
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 1, 2011 2:38:37 GMT -5
Judging by the chip, Wolf had him a Lambda class shuttle, and holding up the chip to the Wookiee, Noon rolled his eyes,
"Lambda, what a piece of junk. Let's make our way to hangerbay 95, I think I saw a Lambda landed there, it must be his..."
Noon finally holstered his Westar, after checking that it was still loaded enough in case he needed it, and stepped into the dying light of the twin suns...
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Post by lejosolimar on Jun 13, 2011 22:21:18 GMT -5
A scruffy looking man walked into the catina. He was a mess. His long dark hair was in tatters, his face was unshaven, and his clothing appeared to be drenched in some sort of red fluid. He paused for a moment in the doorway and glanced around the room. There was an odd assortment of characters quietly going about their business. No one seemed much interested in the newcomer. This suited him. He continued towards the bar and ordered a drink of his favourite ethyl alcohol. He then sat down in a corner and rested.
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