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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jan 17, 2010 7:36:04 GMT -5
"Peasant, bring me a blue Twi'Liek!" shouted Thunder, picking up a near small child and deafening it with sheer force of volume. "And a brandy. I could do with a brandy" he muttered, motioning the sullen-looking slave women up the access ramp to his personal transport, Clibanarii.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 17, 2010 20:32:15 GMT -5
Hetlan turned to the other two in his Spaceship "Soooo..... where are we going to go?"
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 18, 2010 15:37:12 GMT -5
*3-P-0 (still on the roof turret) paused momentarily after shooting yet another Imperial Scout* *tuned in to the ship's vox-net*
++To the static moon of Endor, sir. Over.++
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 18, 2010 19:45:22 GMT -5
"Well I'll be a Ninjedi! Can you read my mind?" Hetlan gave the droid a puzzled look, clearly unaware of the sign over his head that said "Go to the Static moon of Endor." "Well let's get this puppy going" Hetlan placed his feet on the pedals and began pedaling. It was going to be a long trip.
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Post by seed on Jan 18, 2010 22:33:55 GMT -5
A lone storm trooper carefree as a duck on heat. He reaches down to his ammo pouch and pulls out a request for shore leave form. He thinks to him self. "Time to get this sucker signed"
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jan 18, 2010 23:25:17 GMT -5
*Is still in his TIE-Defender mkCCV above the remains of the pummeled and pulverized moon of Endor. It simply couldn't handle the lubed-up laser.*
Too bad there was only one moon, the laser's still good for another firing.
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 19, 2010 16:43:14 GMT -5
*checks the store room* *gets back on the vox-net* *recharges batteries by plugging groinal attatchment plug into a socket*
++Master Hetlan-wan, sir! There is only half a cucumber sandwich in the refridgerator unit, sir! Being a droid I require no sustenance, but yourself and Master Hans Lando Ymmot will not be able to survive such a long warp jump without proper nutrition. Suggest a passing raid, ahem, on the orbitting Space Burger King restaurant within half a click! Over! *hiss*++
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 19, 2010 20:50:27 GMT -5
"Hmmmm.... Sounds like a plan....But is it a good one. Whatever, I guess I'll stop by Space Burger King. What does everyone want?"
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 20, 2010 17:49:26 GMT -5
".. Everything on the menu, sir!"
3-P-0 checked his ammo load. SBK was notoriously dangerous..
"Locked and loaded, sir! Are we ready to perform a deep-strike grav chute space pedal insertion?"
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 20, 2010 18:20:05 GMT -5
Hetlan pedaled the craft over the burger joint. "I'll put it in park. You guys go on ahead."
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 20, 2010 18:32:52 GMT -5
3-P-0 performed the grav-chute insertion, landed and immediately began firing at the Space Cow Burger sentries manning the quad-pattern delta class laser plasma missile exploder destroyer killer stabber hacker slasher masher gutter guns. All three of the heavy weapon cows went down immediately, after being peppered with explosive bullets.
++Objective secured, sir!++ voxed 3-P-0
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 20, 2010 18:41:32 GMT -5
Hetlan locked up the trike and trotted in. "Hmmm... well at least we are here."
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 21, 2010 17:33:30 GMT -5
"Oh no! It's a trap, sir! Imperials! We're surrounded!", exclaimed 3-P-0 alarmingly. There were lots of Stormtroopers hidden around the Space Burger King, but who had alerted them?
Blinding spotlights shone on the rebels emerging from the tricycle/falcon.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Jan 21, 2010 22:12:31 GMT -5
"Well nuts." Hetlan's expression turned from hungry to a dangerous scowl. His hand flicked to his light-hammer. "It isn't a good idea to stop a hungry ninja....."
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Post by cheminhaler on Jan 23, 2010 15:52:56 GMT -5
3-P-0 fumbled in his ammo bag and produced a grenade marked 'Tactical Nuke - throw hard'. At this point the Imperials had lost their patience and began firing blasters at them. Hetlan-wan did a quadruple somersault, avoiding the blaster shots. Some shots nearly scorched 3-P-0's gold plating.
"Those horrible Stormtroopers!", stated 3-P-0 as he pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it underarm into the Space Burger King.
A second later an earthshaking rumble announced the explosion, and with a blinding blue flash the SBK building exploded, launching rubble missiles and dead cows everywhere. After the explosion faded there was almost complete silence, apart from the sound of debris and dust clattering to the ground.
3-P-0 sheepishly said "I'll try to warn you before I do that again, sir!"
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 7, 2010 21:02:59 GMT -5
Damn it, not again.. thought Hetlan as he drifted out into space.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 10, 2010 17:52:26 GMT -5
*turns into Robo-Duck*
The tricycle. We have to get to the tricycle.
*catches a passing burger*
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