Return to Dxun

[Edward Blake]

The Comedian shot a quick glance at the new guy who showed up. Now there were three guns trained on the clone. Cool.

"As a Galactic Republic Special Operative, I'm taking this fugitive back to where he belongs. Assistance from you two would be appreciated."

This wasn't time for games anymore. If Fedrig didn't drop his weapon or say something convincing at that moment, he was gonna lose a hand. Blake readied his rifle, mentally counting down.
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[member="Eric Quill"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Fedrig"]

 

[Edward Blake]

The Comedian shot a quick glance at the new guy who showed up. Now there were three guns trained on the clone. Cool.

"As a Galactic Republic Special Operative, I'm taking this fugitive back to where he belongs. Assistance from you two would be appreciated."

This wasn't time for games anymore. If Fedrig didn't drop his weapon or say something convincing at that moment, he was gonna lose a hand. Blake readied his rifle, mentally counting down.
3...
2...
1...
[member="Eric Quill"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Fedrig"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell pressed a button on his gauntlet to ready his fiber wire cord.

+what is in it for me?+

Jarell thinking like a true mercenary, do nothing for free

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig rolled his eyes slowly as another complete barges in on his peaceful day out and points a gun at him, he studied the new guy carefully, assessing the situation. He noticed the Republic officer had a look, focussed.

Fedrig ducked down, his shoulder was now where his hand once was as he lowers down he growls darkly as he looks at Edward.

"Look, I never completed my training, Im half trained, just ask Ali Hadrix, she was the first person from Republic since my exit from Tattonine"

[member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Edward Blake"] | [member="Jarell"] | [member="Eric Quill"]

 

[Eric Quill]

[member="Fedrig"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Edward Blake"]​

Eric takes off his helmet with his left hand and let's the helmet drop to the foliage covered ground. He kept his gun trained in Fedrig, unsure of the situation but something didn't sit right. If this man was a fugitive, then what did he do exactly? Why wasn't he killing the two other men who had their guns trained upon him, will actually one but the other still had his gun in hand. Eric lowers his pistol to his side but still keeps a tight, cold grip upon it. He didn't trust Edward, he didn't know anything about this guy and he was saying that he was a republic special operative without any proof. Now, that was suspicious to say the least.​

"If this guy is a fugitive as you say, what did he do exactly?"​

 

[Edward Blake]

Blake cocked an eyebrow at the new guy who put his gun down.

"He's a runaway clone. Everything else is classified. As in, you can't hear it. Look, he's obviously defective. He wouldn't have run away if he wasn't. I'm bringing him in before he hurts himself or someone else."

The Comedian took two steps forward, gun now trained on the clone's head. He then added for the Mandalorian,

"Credits, materials, I can arrange whatever you need. Just help me out here."

Eddie was going in to disarm Fedrig before he did something stupid like try to shoot them. He was calling on his decades of training and experience now. This felt almost natural for him, smooth and easy as he got closer and closer...

[member="Eric Quill"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Jarell"]

 

[R9-X1]

[member="Eric Quill"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Edward Blake"]

After a banging sound on his outer hull, R9-X1 decides to boot up and pop his scanner out of the foliage...someone has dropped a helmet on him "makes a series of loud beeping and clicking noises"
while making the noise R9-X1 begins to cut himself out of the foliage with his retractable circular saw , completely oblivious to the fact that three people are holding guns at each other
(if you can understand droid from engineering or the force or something let me know i'll pm you what i'm trying to say if not DW it won't directly affect RP)

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell raised his arm at fedrig and shot his fiber wire at him. If this worked fedrig would be bound where he stood.

 

[Fedrig]

"Defective? I've never been so insult I am as far from defective as they get! I don't remember the Republic being so concerned about me when Hutt slavers stole me from my home and experimented on me! I don't remember them being concerned when I was tortured or beaten by my owner on Tatoonine so I think you have the wrong person." Fedrig growled as his eyes darted between the three men and noticed a droid. "Hi welcome little boy, I'm off."

Fedrig looked at the seemingly hopeless situation, he sighed as he heard the waves of the waterfall crashing near him. Shoving the Mandalorian, throwing his rope wide into the distance as he dived into the water and held his breath as he swam underwater, attempting his escape.

He was starting to really prefer hermit life, a hasty retreat was a possibility in his Kamino training, he wasn't going to surrender to that so called Republic officer, he was trained to be cautious and caution had caused the situation to explode.

[member="Jarell"] | [member="Edward Blake"] | [member="R9-X1"] | [member="Eric Quill"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus sat in the cockpit of her Jedi Corvette. She stared out at the resting place of Silara. She'd taken the assignment to Onderon without a second thought. It meant she could be on Dxun on the first anniversary of her death.

It was no disrespect to Braith, but Corvus still felt some guilt at the Sith Lord's death. But for Braith's interest in her maybe she'd still be alive? In truth, Corvus expected her life had been extended by the intervention but still...

She'd made the short jump to Dxun and placed some lilies outside the temple. The Dark-side was so powerful here, they were dying already. But she didn't care. She'd shared the flowers her family typically used on these occasions. Memories of their deaths came flooding back and the situation with her younger sister started to take over her thoughts.

But she was shaken from them by a request to investigate heightened activity on the Republic's moon. She was the closest and so had no choice. She wondered why she was even being asked. The area was popular for Mandalorians. So what? She knew they lived in caves and occasionally built a small village. There was a small risk to the Republic given how close the planet and the moon came every summer, but it was minimal. Unless they were thinking of building a major installation, the Republic surely had better things to do with their time.

But she was a servant and so carried out her duty as instructed, heading to the coordinates given. To give the politicians their due - this was a Republic planet, or rather moon, and they had a right to know what was going on.

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

(Wrong account)

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell took a step back from the push and turned around and raised his EE-3 carbine rifle and opened fire hoping one shot would at least get fedrig in the leg to prevent him from fleeing

 

[Edward Blake]

"Hold your fire!"

The Comedian grabbed [member="Jarell"] 's carbine and angled it down to the ground. He silently cursed to himself at the predicament he was now in.

The clone wasn't lying. He could tell by his face and the passionate way the clone told them about himself. If that was true...then who gave Blake the order to hunt him down?

"Track him. I need to double check my mission briefing with the high brass. It's possible I may have been working for the wrong guy. Damn it!", he told Jarell.

The Comedian pulled out a comlink, armored and thickened to provide extra protection for the device. Blake switched to the Republic frequency and hailed.

bzzt!"G-Rep Intel, this is your Boogie Man. Requesting info on assignment #823, location Dxun, moon of Onderon..."

This might take a while, but he was going to get to the bottom of this...

[member="Fedrig"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="R9-X1"] [member="Eric Quill"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell nodded to blake and quickly begin using his wrist mounted computer to trace the man. His DNA was on Jarells fiber cord from the man blocking it away. Jarell used the DNA to make his scanners and sensors to track fedrig and locate him.

<don't worry, he won't get far>

 

[Basaba Willamina]

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

Basaba had been in their village waiting until the alert came. Not near the others while she moved checking the systems of the MK IV upgrades on her suit before the one from the Republic was arriving. She still didn't know who it was but she was moving with her attention as she lept up activating the ion jet pack to fly forward to her landing location. She checked the attachments to her mechanical arm and the sisters on the planet were sticking to the trees when she touched down near one of the larger open areas the person might land at. Checking the ripper in the holster while she was moving forward adjusting the boosters and the stealth unit as it deactivated.

 

[R9-X1]

Standing himself up out of the foliage he rocks himself side to side getting the last remnants of dirt and roots off him. finally being able to look around he sees that he is in the middle of a standoff and lets of two long beeps "beeohhhhhhep beeeewwwwwwwwep" ohhhhhhhhh noooooooooo

his scanner pops out of the top of his head and begins looking for the nearest ship while moving to the side away from [member="Eric Quill"]

 

[Eric Quill]

[member="R9-X1"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Jarell"] [member="Edward Blake"]​

Eric noticed the droid out of the corner of his eye as it moved from the ground and let off a series of beeps as it goes away from him. He then ignores the droid when Jarell tries to fire upon Fedrig, missing luckily due to Edward's intervention. He saw the clone run off and into the cold water, which reflected the full moon from the dark blue knight sky, almost a black sky. Eric grabbed the helmet off of the ground and placed it upon his head before grabbing his side-arm again and aiming it upon Blake who seemed to carry less armor then Jarell. Eric then fired off a bullet-piercing shot from the pistol towards the knee of Edward as to render him immobile. While with the other arm, he fired off a stream of fire from a wrist mounted flamethrower towards Jarell and Edward.​

"You would take a man's freedom due to his being a 'defective' clone say you say? Don't we all have rights, including clones...to think, nothing has changed since Corellia and my family's downfall. Will as I say, right many wrongs with justice, and justice is best served in cold-blood..."​

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell quickly launched his jet pack and boosted into the air avoiding the flames firing off shots from his carbine rifle at quill using one hand and with the other tossed a paralyzing detonator at quills feet, if the detanoter went off it would cause a blast of 3 meters wide paralyzing anything living in the blast radius

 

[Edward Blake]

Fortunately, Eddie saw the armored individual raise his sidearm just in time.

"Son of a-"

He moved back just in time, dropping the comlink. The bullet skimmed his knee, barely missing the bone. Damn, that hurt. It would certainly slow him down a bit, as he would have to field dress it. Wounds turned septic out here.

Blake rolled back and squeezed off some shots. It was hard to see through the flames bursting through his direction. The damp environment worked to his advantage, as the flames didn't spread as far as they ought to have and the ones that did manage to cling to the moist vegetation died out rather quickly. Limping for a more tactically advantage position, Eddie yelled out to Jarell.

"Find the clone! I'll deal with this nerf herder and get this all cleared up!"

The Comedian looked at his comlink, lying on some smoldering grass and vines. Chit. He couldn't finish the call on that now...

Think, Blake, think...

As Blake took aim for the armored guy's head and fired, an idea burst into his mind.

The astromech droid...

He yelled out to the red little robot, "Hey, droid! Send a hail to the nearest Galactic Republic signal! Tell them the Comedian needs backup at our coordinates! I'll get you off this greenhouse of a planet!"

Blake switched on his flamethrower now, a volatile mix of napalm and white phosphorus. He had specifically chose this fuel for the wet environment here. The fire would keep burning, even in water. A burst of flame went out at Quill, engulfing him in flames...

Maybe. He couldn't really see if the man had moved out of the way. The fire was too bright for his eyes, adjusted to the darkness.

Eddie hunched behind a tree now, ready for anything, vibroknife out and at the ready along his rifle, bayonetted.

If the droid obeyed, it was only a matter of time. He had come under-equipped. Most of The Comedian's gear was on his ship, a nondescript Republic transport.

If he could reach it...

@Jarell @Eric Quill [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="R9-X1"]

 

[Prazutis]

Jarell nods and takes off using his jet pack in the direction fedrig went. His scanners telling him he is on the right track looking for fedrig