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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 14, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -4
Any other day, Aayla would have snorted in laughter, but right now she saw his point. She tore her pant legs and started rolling across the ground to create signs of a scuffle. She punched her own face, hard, and felt it swell up.
When they both felt they looked beat up enough, Aayla gripped the plant in her hand. "Ready?" she asked.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 14, 2007 20:05:01 GMT -4
Geoffrey nodded, then drew his pistol. "Ready, Ma'am." He then fired his pistol several times, striking various random objects to make it appear as though Aayla had deflected his shots.
"I just want to say, though, if this screws up, I just want to say that, despite everything, it's been a privilege working with you, Chief."
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 14, 2007 23:15:36 GMT -4
"And you, too," she said formally. She dug in her pocket and handed a small necklace to him. It was made out of a black leather, and a small worthless piece of glass hung in the middle, casting a rainbow over the flora and fauna. She pressed it in his hand. "This is very special to me, Geoffrey," she said softly. "It's my way of saying 'thank you for saving my life.'"
She took the sor'lak in her hand and paused before sticking it straight into her elbow, right in the vein. Paralisis in that limb took effect immeadiatly, and it fell limpy to the side. Then her legs gave way and she fell uncomfortably close to the sor'lak. Rolling onto her back, she called on the Force and waited for the right moment…
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 14, 2007 23:26:01 GMT -4
"Thank you, Ma'am..." Geoffrey said, saluting her as she succumbed to the effects of the poison. After a moment, he put his toupee and beret back on, reset his radio to contact the squad, and cleared his throat.
"Commander? It's Sergeant Evans. I've bagged the Master Secura, but I need medivac." He then rattled off a stream of co-ordinates. "She got me pretty good, before she went down, over."
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 14, 2007 23:38:40 GMT -4
Someone was clutching her throat. She gasped, struggling for air. Huge, purple marks appeared where her throat started to close. Her eyes, blood-red raw, felt on fire. A rash developed on her left cheekbone all the way down to her stomach.
Just before the finale darkness set in, Aayla let the Force cucoon her. Her breathing slowed, her skin cooled, and her eyes started to droop. She flashed a small smile at Geoffrey. It worked.
She fell into the Healing Trance with practiced ease.
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Bly let out a small growl in his throat. "Good," he said curtly. "Vode! Up in the tanker! Seven-eight, contact Palpatine with the reported deaths of Aayla Secura and Barriss Offee. Advance!"
And they moved towards the standby AT-AT.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 14, 2007 23:54:43 GMT -4
As he stood there, over Aaylas' unconcious form, Geoffrey considered giving the effect some extra realism, before nodding to himself.
"I hope that bacta stuff is as good as advertised on the tin..." he commented, before lowering his pistol. There was a moments' silence, then a muted gunshot and yelp of pain as he shot himself through the right calf. He dropped onto a pile of rocks as his leg gave way, and he felt a crunch as one of his ribs sang in agony.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 15, 2007 0:24:44 GMT -4
ONE HOUR LATER
The AT-AT Walker arrived at the spot an hour later. As the ramp descended, Commander Bly himself stepped down with four members of Epsilon Squad. The ARC took note of the positions of Evans and Secura. He motioned to RC-8760 to check to make sure she was dead. 8760 checked her with a portable scanner, and nodded at his Commander. "Dead as a womp rat, sir," he reported. "Absolutely no vitals. Signs say she was killed by the sar'lok. Pretty nasty death."
Bly nodded. "Take her body into the Cargo Hold. Secure it. Take no chances. Oh-Nine! Go get Evans!"
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 15, 2007 0:31:18 GMT -4
"Ooof! Mind my ribs!" Evans groused as Oh-Nine grabbed him rather roughly. Nonetheless, he saluted Commander Bly. "Thanks for the pick-up, sir. It was getting pretty bloody hairy out here, what with all the local carnivores and blood-suckers taking a fancy to me."
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 15, 2007 0:39:06 GMT -4
"You have done a great service to the Galaxy," said Bly, saluting back at him. Spinning on his heel, Bly walked in front of Oh-Nine and Evans. "There are no med bays on this AT-AT," he said crisply. "Oh-Nine will patch you up in the Cargo Hold. There's no room for you up front."
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 15, 2007 0:45:06 GMT -4
"Sir." Evans aknowledged, wincing again. "All right. Oh-Nine, help me up, I think I'll be able to make it on board if you give me a hand ." He bent down and managed to hook his arm on his good side into his rifle sling.
"Good thing the set's still working, otherwise things could be worse."
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