Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Hunter]

Mar-Jo Komus was in trouble with the Imperials... again. He's not sure what he did this time to piss them off, but it's probably a big one, he guessed. Jumping out of hyperspace randomly, he found himself near a lonely looking planet.

Doing a quick scan of the planets surface, there were no Imperial's on the planet's surface. Good, he thought it'll make it easier to dissapear. Turning his ship towards a landing dock on the planet, he deftly landed his P-38 Starfighter in the landing zone. Making sure that everything was turned off, he popped the canopy, grabbed his lightsaber and jumped from the ship.

Now that he was visible in the full light, you can see that he has short spikey black hair, slight black stubble and he's wearing the standard dark brown robe of the Jedi order over white pants. He reaches about 6 feet tall, and before he headed off into the nearby structure, he checked that his lightsaber was working. Grabbing it off his belt, he turns it on and with a fwoosh the 3 and a bit foot long white tinted energy-blade came from the end of the hilt. Retracting the blade, he hooked it onto his belt and heads towards the building.

((wewt! i has a jedi!))

[Chad32]

Zoshonel wouldn't have worried too much about the fire the tree was on, but the grenade would have been bad. He watched them get closer to Parker, and began moving forward cautiously. If they didn't look behind him, they likely wouldn't notice him. Part of him was worried about them throing stuff around the scrap heap, because of Parker, but the other part was happy they weren't making for the bar.

Meanwhile, Belzar had returned to wandering around, and was back a the heap. He watched the Orks with mild interest, while his sensors picked up the other three people.

[Darth Revan]

As the Orks continued to fight amongst each other, one throws an engine straight at Parker's location. Parker's senses go into overdrive, and time seemingly slows. He watches with nerves of steel as the engine turns end over end while flying towards his head. As the engine gets nearer and nearer, Parker's heart beats faster and faster. He watches motionless as the top edge of engine's block slowly rotates just around and over his helmet, missing it by milimeters. His heart rate returns to normal, his breathing slows, and he returns his aim to the Ork's flamethrower pack.

((Zombs, what is Thodol waiting for? Do you want me to start the battle, or is he?))

[Chad32]

(I'll start things off.)

"Foolish reptilians! Cease your careless destruction before you incur the wrath of Zoshonel of the Draksar!" He yelled, and flared his wings to look at large and menacing as possible. Though he wasn't actually as big as the bigger Ork. Maybe they were dumb enough to be easily frightened.

[Darth Revan]

Zoshonel broke cover and engaged the enemy. Parker knew that if he didn't work fast, they'd barbecue his friend.

He found the weak spot on the flame thrower pack again and fired four consecutive shots emptying his clip into the tank, guaranteeing it would explode. Hopefully, since they were distracted by Zoshonel, they wouldn't see where the shots had come from.

[Myitt]

((Sweet Hunter...there hasn't been a Jedi in these parts in a looong time   Too bad, they're such good conversation...xP))

Some distance off from the bar, the Skimmer finally whirrs to life, turning the trees around it bright red as the engines warm up. 

Corliss steps out into the woods, wiping his hands on an oily rag and beaming up at the ship. 

<Gotta thank that Engineer fellow again,> he says appreciatively.

<Hey, do you hear that?>

Corliss glances over toward the bar.  Some kind of commotion, and gunfire...he powers down and closes up the ship, securing it and drawing his Dracon, edging back toward the bar.

As he approaches he can't help but gape at the scene.  He'd been in his fair share of battles, but never with giant orcs and flamethrowers.  And he was pretty sure that was a Jedi.

He stays low next to a tree.

[Darth Revan]

((Just to clarify, the battle is in the middle of the ship graveyard, which to my understanding, was quite a ways behind the bar; and Hunter's Jedi landed in the parking lot. ))

[Myitt]

((I always pictured the graveyard as being in front of the bar, as part of the parking lot...because some ships parked there and just never left But hell, it makes sense if there are broken down ships all over the place.  Maybe Corliss just has a good vantage point of both...yeah, that's it! XD))

[Darth Revan]

((Hahaha, yeah. that'd be one crappy front lawn. ))

[Myitt]

((Yeah hehe...gotta love this place XD))

[Hunter]

(Mar-Jo Komus)

While he was walking towards the building, he heard gun-shots. Quickly grabbing his lightsaber from his belt, he started running towards where the gunshots came from.

Coming up to a piece of green tinted metal, he activated his lightsaber and crept towards it, with the slight nagging feeling that he was being watched.

Seeing a person in green armour, almost invisible to anyone far away; leaning against the metal, he retracted the blade, and said “What is going on here?”

[Terenia]

Ardiss shrugs, "Well, there are enough people wandering in. I'm sure that you'll find someone to help you out. Be careful, though."

Ardiss hesitates, unsure if she should divulge in her true feelings. Was she really fooling this newcomer? She doubted it. If this was a trap to arrest her, it was well concealed.

"The rebel groups are dangerous," Ardiss says after a moment, "they have their own interests at heart and if they doubt you, they will throw you to the curb and treat you like dirt. I hope that you can get help from them. You seem like a decent enough Yeerk. I would not trust them, though. And I would not be so quick to join the rebellion. Renegade Yeerks already have enough on their head, without the added bounty that comes along with rebel status."

[Six]

Skarfang bared his teeth at the winged ‘un and bellowed, brandishing his choppa. He would have attacked but he smelt the stench of promethium, his tanks must be leaking, but there were gunshots.

“Datz not goo-" He didn’t get much farther as the tank exploded into flame, the Ork showed a surprising amount of intelligence by shrugging off the cumbersome tank, however that was after he ran around in a circle screaming “Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!” for about thirty seconds.

He dove for cover as the promethium...burnt itself out instead of exploding, for which the Ork was thankful as it was his favourite pack. His flama may be useless for a bit but his choppa worked real good.
He patted out a small fire that was on his shoulder and snarled. “DAT WAZ MAH BEZT TANK!!”

His small red eyes searched for a target, as he knew that the winged Git had been in front of him and couldn’t have shot his tanks.
Skarfang couldn’t find a target and his angry gaze settled on Zoshonel.

His eyes narrowed behind his visor “Yoo ruined mah tank!”

The Burna Boy had been a Slugga boy before he had found his true calling with setting things alight, and his choppa was roughly the size of a dwarf (Almost as ‘eavy too!) and made of hull plating bolted and taped to a spiked handle.

He was in a real bad mood now, that had been his best tank and now it had ‘oles in it and stuff. He snarled ferally and was getting ready to fight.
He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs and let it all out in the common Ork War-cry.

“WAAAAGGHH!!”


(Thodol)

The Chaos Marine watched, hidden from sight, he felt the bloodlust rising within him but forced it down, now was not the time, but soon he would join the skirmish and kill the Orks.

Not if this one has anything to say about that, Puppet
Thodol stiffened, feeling as if a molten spike had been driven into his mind, such was what happened when a Daemon spoke to Mortals.
He replied to Khazrak in his mind. ‘Master, the Mortals may need help, and I must destroy the filthy Xen-’

YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING The voice subsided for a moment, letting Thodol regain some ground. ‘My Lord I-‘
Do not interfere, let the Mortals dance how they shall. Or the very flesh shall be stripped from your bones and YOU shall dance.
‘Yes Lord, I do your bidding’

We shall see With that the Daemon was gone from Thodols mind, leaving him with a horrendous headache as he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he knew that he would not be able to kill the Orks, he would now have to content himself with watching.

With a silent curse to the Daemon, he backed away, leaving the others to their ‘Dance’ as Khazrak had called it. He would have to see how these Mortals dealt with the most war-like and brutish race in his universe.

His mind preoccupied, he failed to notice a flicker in the Warp.

((Thodol will not be helping, else Khazrak will flay his Soul in the Warp for Eternity, I’m sure you’ll be fine tho, be glad none of the Orks is a WeirdBoy))
((And him missing that there flicker probably aint good, depending on my mood))

[Darth Revan]

Parker had finished reloading his rifle as quietly and quickly as possible while only using his left arm, when movement was detected. In order to not break cover, he isolated his left peripheral vision on his visor and magnified.

A robed being with a light sword was approaching Parker's position. Thor chimed in, <His body language suggests no aggression.> Parker returns his visor to its original format watching the Ork freak out and stomping fires off of himself.

"What is going on here?" Parker hears the question. Worried that the Orks might hear his response, he lowers his speakers to 10%, "There are two very large, and very mean Orks on the other side of this pile. They're about to raze the bar you just passed, so a friend and I are stopping them. Any help would be appreciated."

Parker zooms in on the big Ork's helmet and aims at its hinges. He fires two shots at the left hinge and two at the right hinge. Hopefully that'd remove his facial shielding.

Parker cuts his speakers and communicates to Zoshonel and says, "Hey Zosh, let's see how they like your flamethrower, huh?"

[Six]

Skarfang saw a muzzle flash in his peripheral vision and threw himself backward, just evading four rounds. One pinged off his thick helmet, as the large Ork turned to where the shots had come from.

"So DATZ where yoo waz 'iding!" The Ork grinned behind his visor and flexed his broad shoulders. "Iz gunna stomp yer fer buztin' me Burna tankz"
He started towards the hiding spot and paused, noticing yet anuvver humie, this 'un had a lightswordthingy. But his 'ead looked like it'd go good on a Boss Pole.

He turned and smacked Nazshak in the jaw. "Whattya doin'!? We'z gotta Fight an' yer jus' standin' dere like a git!" Skarfang then turned his attention to the hiding spot. "OI SNOTLIN' FONDLER! Get out 'ere and da Orkz'll show hooz da biggezt and da Bezt!"
He bared his teeth, enjoying hurling insults at the Humies and Nazshak, he had a whole repertoire to use.