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Post by RedEagle on Mar 15, 2007 23:12:14 GMT -4
Niner
"I don't believe I've ever heard of those," he said. "And I'm the Squad techie."
"The DC-17," he explained, "is powered by kinetics. It recharges instantly, but the lower versions, like Bly's DC-12, need to load. It's connected to my helm, so I can put the weapon over a bush, aim, and fire without moving my head. It has the standard grenade-attachments, and my favorite: Anti-Armor. Best there is."
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 15, 2007 23:54:22 GMT -4
EVANS
"Horses for Courses, I suppose." Evans shrugged. "Me, I was trained from practically day one on this rifle, and your first rifle... You never find one that fits you quite so well as that first 'un, do you?"
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Post by RedEagle on Mar 16, 2007 0:09:53 GMT -4
Niner
He shrugged. "We don't have favorites," he said in a neutral tone. "We can do every job a regular trooper is listed for, but then some: siege assault, counterinsurgency, hostage extraction, demolitions, assassination, surveilance, and any kind of infantry activity on any terrain and in any environment, at any time. We've trained in every weapon the cloners could think of. We were bred for warfare. You? You were probably bred to become a Senator, with your mom and dad telling you that you could be the Chancellor one day if you wanted to."
"It isn't like that for us," he said. He looked at the General. "Hey… wait a moment… Is she getting warmer?"
Blinking rapidly to switch to Infra-Red mode, Niner scanned her. "The marks are disappearing, too… This Jedi's still alive…"
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 16, 2007 0:18:48 GMT -4
EVANS
'Ah, Nuts! He's gonna give the game away!' Evans swore mentally. Thinking fast, he unhooked his rifle sling and wrapped it in his hands as a make-shift strangling device. Leaping up, he tackled Niner to the ground, dislodging the Troopers' helmet and wrapping the sling around his throat.
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Post by RedEagle on Mar 16, 2007 9:48:00 GMT -4
Niner
He didn't have time for thought. He was much bigger than the man tackling him, and it was a simple job to hit a presssure point on his side, numbing his entire right arm. He took off the strangulation device and pushed Evans to the ground. He held his DC-17 to his temple.
"Explain," he growled.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 16, 2007 12:49:32 GMT -4
EVANS
"There are things going on that you do not know of, Trooper." Evans said, staring up at the muzzle of the blaster rifle, suprisingly calm. "It'd be a rather poor showing if someone gave the game away before the proper moment, wouldn't it?"
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 16, 2007 21:32:57 GMT -4
Aayla began to stir, feeling her way to consciousness. The Healing Trance was almost complete. As she floated in a wave of darkness, she heard voices, as if underwater…
"She was a damn good General…"
"I'm the Squad techie…
"Horses for Courses, I suppose…"
"…assassination…"
"…hey… still alive…"
"There are things going on that you do not know of…"
Aayla clawed her way to the surface, finishing the weird process of the Healing Trance. As her body temp went back to normal, Aayla began to have sense and awareness, something that had been stolen from her. She heard fighting sounds. She turned her neck slightly, trying to get feeling back into it.
"…Evans…" she groaned, opening her eyes.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 16, 2007 21:41:30 GMT -4
EVANS
Ah, Hell.... Now that's going to put the fat in the fire... Geoffrey thought, as he and Niner turned to look at Aayla. "Er, General? We thought you were dead..." he said, realising just how stupid that sounded even as he said it.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 16, 2007 21:50:03 GMT -4
Aayla said nothing, instead focusing on the cameras. The lenses broke and the wires shortened out. She turned her attention to th trooper. She stood, and felt the confusion radiating off of him. With super-human strength, she took him by the throat and pressed him to the wall.
"You have seen nothing," she said, Force Persuasion dripping with every word.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 16, 2007 21:55:12 GMT -4
EVANS
Geoffrey could feel the power eminating from Aayla, and some ancient primal instinct made him try to dig a hole in the bulkhead with his shoulder blades and hide. He let out a tiny squeak of fear as he saw the look in Aaylas' eyes, and suddenly desired to go to the bathroom.
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