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Coming Back to the Galaxy
Topic Started: Nov 6 2009, 08:01 PM (65 Views)
Lord Walker	Nov 6 2009, 08:01 PM Post #1
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	((OOC: Just a reminder to PM me for permission to join prior to posting)) BIC: Hiding in the narrow air–duct, Tatton couldn’t help but smile. The T’surr slavers that crewed the Modular Taskforce Cruiser were too large to follow him, so he was safe, for now. Reaching to his face, he removed the white mask that covered it. It was devoid of details, merely a white oval made from metal, with two eye holes in it. Centuries ago, it had been the property of a Seyuugi Dervish, now, it marked the Ghost Wind, the hero of the slaves of T’surr, and the being who defied the native slavers. Taking a deep breath, Tatton thought through the events of his last two years on T’surr. When Zorrix had left, he’d made his decision that complete neutrality wasn’t possible. However, he couldn’t abandon the slaves who’d come to look up to him during his five year exile. His one man rebellion against the native rulers of the planet had brought hope to the hopeless, and he wouldn’t take that away from them. His plan had been simple, using the force, Tatton had snuck into the slaves’ shanty town. With a little effort, he’d eventually found three young men who were force sensitive. After freeing them, he brought them back to his hideaway and offered to train them. Two long, tiring years of force and saber training later, and they were ready to assume the mantle of the Ghost Wind. He’d given each of them the black outfit, white mask, and red cloak that had become his trademark uniform. He’d given them each a saber, and left them with C-8MO, who would unlock more of his training library for them as time went on. “I did the best I could for those people.” Tatton whispered quietly. “With three Ghost Winds the slavers will have a lot more to handle. Now, I need to get back to the rest of the galaxy and do what I can to change things.” With that, Tatton slipped the mask back on and continued moving, his rest finished. Since the T’surr kept a close guard on the escape pods and hangars, the only way off the ship was to bring it down prematurely. He had to reach the engines and sabotage them.
Camilla	Nov 6 2009, 10:01 PM Post #2
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla sat on the ground, overlooking a peaceful village. Much like her home back on dantooine, she wistfully looked at the sky, remembering the life she once had. She wished her father were there, there to comfort and train her, she felt like there were so much left to learn from him. Her nostalgia was broken by an eager lieutenant, who rushed up to her "Captain! There you are, first through third platoons report that they've reached their stations and are watching for pirate raids at any time." She glared shortly at the lieutenant and then replied "Very well, keep your fourth platoon with me and keep an eye out for the enemy. Pirates love villages, they'll leave the cities alone for now, and concentrate on trying to starve them by attacking the villages. Then they'll demand tribute. But we'll turn it on them, every supply raid they run, we'll attack them, keep them off balance until the navy can lock down the sector."
Lord Walker	Nov 7 2009, 12:45 PM Post #3
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	It had taken thirty minutes for him to crawl to the appropriate level, but Tatton smiled as he looked through the service duct at the hatch leading to the engine maintenance level. Right now, he was resting, the crawl had actually required descending several levels, which had been more of a strain than he'd wanted to admit. That, and he needed to wait for the deceleration that would mark the cruiser leaving hyperspace. Damaging the engines before that time could doom all of them to a premature death. The human stayed crouched several feet back from the hatch, watching the lone guard as he patrolled the area. He just had to hope that nobody else showed up before he finished his task. Minutes later, and a tremor ran through the ship. This was followed by a slow roar from the engines as the hyperdrive switched off and was replaced by the sublight drives. Now was the time to strike. Reaching out with the force, Tatton focused on the hatch leading to the engines. It didn't take much work to turn the latch, loudly unlocking the door. Seconds later, he heard the sound of rapidly approaching feet as the guard came to investigate. Finding nothing in the room, the massive blue-skinned humanoid opened the door and entered into the engine area. Pushing the hatch aside, Tatton silently slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. The click of the hatch sealing and locking alerted the guard, who turned around and spotted Tatton. "Hey slave! How did you get in here?" Behind his mask, Tatton smiled. He was dressed in the sand colored robes of the slaves, except the mask, which marked him for what he was. Turning around, he watched the guard's expression change from stern anger to a mixture of shock, horror, disbelief, and excitement. "You!" The anger literally oozed from the word. The slaver flung at Tatton. "So, the Ghost Wind is here, ready for me to capture." A sarcastic chuckle escaped from behind the ovoid mask. "Not today." Tatton quipped as he extended a hand. Clenching his fingers, he slowly made a fist. As he did so, the force closed around the massive pirate's throat, choking the life out of him. With a wet crunch, the cartilage within the trachea shredded and collapsed. The T'surr fell, struggling to hold onto the life that was slowly fading from it as Tatton advanced. When he was within range, he struck, driving his foot into the already damaged throat, ending the pirate's life that much faster. That, and it covered Tatton's force usage. If anybody came in and found the dead body, the bruising there now would hide the fact that no physical attack had caused the death. Moving quickly, Tatton searched the body. He came away with a communicator, a vibroblade, and an A-280 blaster rifle. Slipping the blade around his waist, Tatton smiled. Before his exile, and his time as a jensaarai, he'd been an assassin. With the blade alone, he could take down enough people to cause a panic. Eyeing the rifle again, Tatton chuckled. Moving quickly, he ejected the power pack and searched the pirate, finding two more. Now, all he needed to do was find the fuel lines or something equally explosive, and his sabotage would be complete. Finding the fuel lines, Tatton smiled. Closing the valves to the engines, he shut off the supply to the engines, effectively killing the ship's power. Another set of valves isolated the fuel in the engines from the rest of the tanks, which could possibly destroy the ship if it ignited. Seconds later, and the packs were put together, opposite terminals touching, creating a makeshift explosive device. Slipping it under the isolated fuel lines, Tatton secured it before running. Locking the door to the area, he continued running. There was less than ten seconds left before the explosion. The human had just secured himself inside a storage locker when the roar echoed through the ship, followed by a wave of heat, and a massive shaking that bounced his hiding place around the room. Before he'd even stopped rocking around, the sounds of deadening emergency alarms began to blare. Tatton smiled from inside his locker. The ship was about to crash.
Camilla	Nov 8 2009, 03:59 AM Post #4
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla looked up into the sky as a deafening roar, followed by a massive flame, appeared in the sky. She watched, somehow knowing exactly where the ship was gonna crash just by a flash look at it. She grabbed a com unit and shouted orders. "Platoons 3 and 2, cover the villages in the following coordinants. Platoon 1 take a message to the nearest city to get rescue teams ready" she paused for a bit and then with a grin on her face added "and how about hitting the navy official in the jaw huh? Impossible cordon on the planet huh?" She heard her troopers laugh and then she sent the coordinents for her troopers. "Platoon 4, lets move out." With that she headed off towards the place where the crash would soon be taking place. As she walked, Camilla idly wondered how she did the complex math required to predict the crash site, nevertheless she knew that she was right and that the ship would crash there.
Lord Walker	Nov 8 2009, 09:16 AM Post #5
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	The shaking and roar from the explosion was nothing compared to the shaking and roar made as the cruiser impacted with the planet and slid for what seemed like ten miles. Even inside the confines of his storage locker, Tatton was jostled relentlessly, slamming back and forth against the metal edges like some kind of boneless puppet. When he finally did stop moving, Tatton stayed still for several minutes. The emergency sirens were off, replaced by the roars of the T'surr crew as they rushed back and forth trying to contain fires and get the highest ranking people to the hangar bays. Not one of them made mention of the slaves. Readjusting his mask, Tatton scowled. He'd have to get the slaves out or else they'd never make it to freedom. Then, he'd need to get to the hangar and steal something so he could leave entirely. A push wit the force removed the lid from his locker and Tatton stepped out. Smoke billowed out through the missing wall next to him, and Tatton spared a second to notice the blue sky of whatever planet he was on now. Well, at least the atmosphere is breathable. He thought sardonically as he moved toward the door. With the fires going, traveling through the duct system was too dangerous. The corridor was clear, and Tatton made his move. He'd need to go up a level and cross a quarter of the ship's length before he reached where the slaves were being held. Moving as silently and as quickly as possible, Tatton thanked the force that he was in a non-vital area of the ship. His odds of running into anybody were slim. Great, Tatton sighed as the unhappy thought filled his mind, I cursed myself. Two of the T'surr crews had just rounded a corner and were coming straight toward him. The only thing that had kept him from being spotted was a cloud of smoke and the fact that he'd ducked behind a bulkhead. Unsheathing the vibroblade, Tatton waited patiently. Letting the force guide him, he waited for the right moment to strike. Just as they moved passed him, still disoriented from the smoke, he struck. The blade darted forward, slipping passed the hands covering mouth and eyes to avoid the smoke, and sunk deep into the neck of one pirate. Jerking the blade to the side, he severed the trachea, esophagus, and a vital artery. With a gurgling roar, the pirate fell, dead as he hit floor. His companion turned, and managed to avoid the stab to the spine, instead taking a cut across the ribs. For his trouble, Tatton was rewarded with a powerful back handed slap as the T'surr reacted. Most people would have been broken from that hit. The homeworld of the T'surrs' had gravity roughly three times what a normal person was used to. However, Tatton had spent the last half a decade there, and had adapted to it. The blow hurt, but he was still standing. "You!" The pirate recognized Tatton's mask. Then he pulled out his gun. Before he could take aim, Tatton reacted. The force billowed around him like a wave before slamming into the pirate, knocking them into the wall. While his opponent was dazed, Tatton came up and swung his vibroblade, opening the pirate's throat to the world. The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps alerted Tatton to the potential arrival of enemy reinforcements. Spotting an air-duct, Tatton quickly jumped in, through the smoke, intent on moving just far enough away to avoid detection. Those slaves still needed him.
Camilla	Nov 10 2009, 11:46 PM Post #6
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla stood proud as the rest of her men took cover at the sound and feeling of the ship hitting the planet at high speed. She looked around and then, after a moment, motioned her men to continue. They stopped a half a dozen yards away from the now wrecked vehicle. Camilla analyzed it for entrances and made some predictions on how many survived which she was sure were accurate. She looked at her men "Form a perimeter, dont let anyone in or out with our my approval." She then took off at a light jog to the entrance. On breaking into the ship, no easy task really, Camilla looked around and began to walk towards the most likely location for the bridge. She was unfamiliar with this class, though she knew it to be fairly common. Two T'surr saw her and immediately charged with a battle cry, Camilla grinned sardonically "Greetings, I come in peace" she slide under the clumsy but powerful right hook of one guard and did a wheel kick that hooked his arm and wrenched him down, breaking his shoulder and neck at impact. She then turned and faced the stunned companion of the now dead guard. She quickly did a half step kick, sending the poor guard flying into a bulkhead, creating a sizable dent. As the broken body of the guard slide to the ground, Camilla strode onwards.
Lord Walker	Nov 11 2009, 07:56 AM Post #7
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	Moving through the air ducts, Tatton was covered in smoke. Breathing was difficult, seeing was difficult, and moving was becoming harder. He needed to get out and into fresh air before he did serious damage to himself. A quick blast with the force removed an air duct covering, and Tatton rolled out of the duct. Crouching in the open hallway, he shifted his mask off and took a few deep breaths, coughing violently as he cleared the smoke from his lungs. Seconds later, his vision and lungs cleared, Tatton slipped his mask back into place and began moving again. He was close to the cargo hold, where the slaves would be. Reaching out with the force, he quickly spotted the mass of life forces. The hold would have an exit hatch near it, of this Tatton was sure. One of the slaves were bound to know where it was. Opening the hold doors with the force, Tatton was covered in a billowing cloud of smoke and the sound of screams. A fire had broken out in the cargo hold, and the slaves were panicking. "Follow me!" Tatton called out as the smoke cleared. The cries of pain were now filled with cries of shock, as several slaves recognized him. "It's the Ghost! He's come to save us!" The crowd billowed around him, and Tatton had to keep moving with it to keep from getting knocked down. "Make your way to an exit and get as far from this ship as possible. Keep moving and don't look back." Tatton separated himself from the herd of slaves as the made for the exit. Doubling back, he began working his way to the hangar bay. There would be a fighter or a shuttle there that he could use. Once he had that, he'd leave this planet.
Camilla	Nov 17 2009, 10:49 PM Post #8
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla wondered through the halls of the ship, killing anyone in her way with a easy and careless ease. She stepped over the body of a fallen guard and entered a hanger, deciding to watch instead of engage, she quickly hid herself in the shadows and crossed her arms as she say a number of guards hurrying off. This wouldnt interest her, after all she had just killed quite a few of them, but the interesting part was that they were heading in the opposite direction to her. Meaning one thing: someone else was causing trouble.
Lord Walker	Nov 18 2009, 01:53 PM Post #9
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	"Great, the alarm's been sounded, and everybody on this force-forsaken ship knows that I'm here. If I get caught with this mask on, I'm a dead man. Besides, I've served my purpose as the Ghost. With these people freed, the T'surrs will be hurt for a while." Stripping his mask off, Tatton tossed it down the corridor. With the routes to the hangar cut off, he only had two ways off this ship. Pretend he was a slave, and escape into the planet, or just sneak off the ship and see what he could find. Moving int he opposite direction, Tatton quickly began searching for a way off the ship that wouldn't land him next to a group of angry slavers.
Camilla	Nov 21 2009, 10:49 PM Post #10
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla smiled and at last spoke into her com unit. "all units report status" The reports filled in, her entire company was in position and waiting for her orders. Camilla looked around and then smiled "engage, I want all platoons to cover this ship from head to toe!" She grinned as she immediately heard the sound of her troops entering the ship, handling any guards they came across. Camilla sat back and waited, she felt she deserved a bit of a rest.
Lord Walker	Nov 22 2009, 07:41 AM Post #11
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	Great, Tatton thought as he stared down the barrel of a blaster rifle held by some angry trooper. He could have got out of it if not for the five others that surrounded him. How did I get into this? Well, Tatton replied with mental sarcasm, you came sprinting down the corridor, saw movement, attacked, and dropped a Republic soldier. Then his buddies got the jump on you and you dropped your weapon before they opened fire and obliterated you. Now, you're a prisoner. The description was adequate, succinct, and accurate. Raising his hands up, Tatton placed them on the back of his head like he was directed to. Looking out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted the fallen soldier. Luckily, he'd only been knocked unconscious. Had he killed the soldier, Tatton knew things wouldn't go as smoothly as they were right now. Now, he was being escorted, two soldiers in front, two in back. With no hope of escape, Tatton relaxed, waiting patiently. Sooner or later, the opportunity to get off this ship and the planet would present itself. When it did, he'd be ready.
Camilla	Nov 22 2009, 11:28 PM Post #12
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla sat up and stared at the prisoner her troops had brought her. She waited quietly as the sergeant in command told her of the incident. She held back laughter as one of her troopers stared at her in shame, beaten by a barely armed boy. She stood slowly and looked the prisoner over finally saying "so... your on a ship, presumably a slave by your dress, the ship crashes, your enslavers are distracted... and you decide to start pounding on someone coming to rescue you? I have to question your logic sir" she said mockingly.
Lord Walker	Nov 23 2009, 02:35 PM Post #13
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	For a moment, Tatton's anger surged at the way this Republic officer was addressing him. Five years of living on a heavy gravity planet had given the former assassin much greater strength than the average human. For a brief moment, he flexed, preparing to throw off his captives and make his escape. Then he relaxed, considering the options before him. If he fought here, it wasn't likely he could get out and get to the Republic. However, if he played his cards right, then he could get these soldiers to take him away from here. Tatton's acting was a bit rusty, but he did his best to seem apologetic as he told a slight shading of the truth. "I apologize for the attack. I've been living on T'surr for five years now, and the only people that had guns beat, tortured, or tried to kill me. Then the Ghost brought the ship down and freed us, so I figured it would be a good chance to escape to the hangar and possibly get a ship of my own. I was a pilot before my slavery, and I can fight. When I saw the guns, I thought your men were the slavers. I can't go back to that life, so I attacked." At this point, Tatton did his best to the look the part of somebody who was feeling guilty for attacking out of fear. Rather or not he'd convinced the officer, he was about to find out.
Camilla	Yesterday, 1:29 AM Post #14
Posts: 21 Group: New Republic Member #1,724 Joined: October 15, 2009	Camilla didnt seem to move, but in actuality she had been ready to attack the man as soon as she saw the slight signs of his flexing. Then she smiled, playing along, she knew he was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth. She didnt know how, but she knew, his voice sounded wrong. But she was a busy woman and as soon as his story ended, so did her act. "Listen boy, I dont know why your telling me that pile of steaming" she swore harshly "But right now I dont care. My job is to protect this planet from pirates, slavers and all manner of scallywags. So, give me a break. These slaves are all cowed and beaten" she gestured to the hoard of slaves being brought in by her second platoon. "You are not. Therefor you are either a gift to someone important, or a stowaway." She gave him a hard glance, intended to show him that she was in no mood for further lies.
Lord Walker	Yesterday, 4:30 PM Post #15
Posts: 1,797 Group: New Jedi Order Member #643 Joined: November 29, 2007 Number of Characters: 6 Jedi Rank: http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee291/graftSTUDIOS/JediMaster.png	Now it was Tatton's turn to swear. However, his was in disbelief. Smiling slightly, he shrugged. With nothing more to lose, he decided for a more accurate version of the truth. "Look, I've spent the last five years fighting the T'surr at every turn. It got so bad that I couldn't have a peaceful moment on that planet. The other slaves looked up to me as some kind of hero because I wouldn't bow down and submit to the T'surr way of doing things. Thing is, despite what I was doing, I wasn't changing things. So, I decided to free a large group of slaves as a way of ending my rebellion. I'm done, I'm tired of fighting a battle that I can't win. I want to get away from this life and fight an enemy that, by defeating them, results in some kind of change." Tatton's emotions weren't acted here, but genuine. The constant fighting against the T'suur's had made him hungry for a true victory. That was perhaps the greatest driving force for him to train some successors and leave the planet in search of an enemy he could defeat.
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