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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 5, 2010 8:22:42 GMT -5
As Gorkon began to walk, Jas reached for his belt of grenades and pluck one out, tossing it between him and his oppenent. It exploded spreading thick grey smoke. Jas then quickly pulled both is ion pistols and fired remembering where Gorkon last stood.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 7, 2010 2:59:39 GMT -5
as smoke flooded from the grenade Gorkon yelled and charged. As his opponent was hidden from him, likewise he was hidden from his opponent. The distinctive sound of the technological weapon firing filled his ears in return. He ducked suddenly so that one ion blast wizzed overhead while the other grazed his shoulder. The painful tingling that ran through his body was exquisite.
His charge brought him towards the grenade, which he kicked as hard as he could, sending it spiraling towards the sound of ion fire.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 7, 2010 8:23:21 GMT -5
Jas heard from the grey cloud that he managed to it Gorkon as he shouted in pain, but the shouted sounded satisfying more than anything else. Then the grenade flew right back at Jas, trailing smoke behind it. Jas decided to enter cloud and called upon the force to sense his oppenent. Jas wasn't too strong with the force but he never found using it that often but the force had its benefits. His novice skills of the force was good enough to sense that Gorkon was to his right a few feet away.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 7, 2010 9:01:30 GMT -5
OOC: ohhhhh, poor move on your part there pal.
IC:
Gorkon approached from a few feet away on Jas's left, crouched low. His opponent seemed distracted by something to his right and Gorkon seized the opportunity by lunging at Jas. Gorkon wrapping his left arm around Jas's waist, squeezing suddenly and forcefully while wrapping his right arm around the mercenaries throat and squeezing.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 8, 2010 5:01:05 GMT -5
OCC: lol now things will get interesting
bic: Jas misread Gorkon's position which had cost him dearly. Before he knew it he was grabbed by the waist and as Gorkon was putting his right arm around Jas's throat he seized Gorkon's right arm and then bended over pulling Gorkon's right arm tossing him, consequently Jas followed as Gorkon still had his left arm wrapped around Jas's waist. Jas would have to learn to better use the force or not use it at all.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 8, 2010 5:09:41 GMT -5
OOC: Best to not use it at all, considering it's almost useless against a Yuuzhan Vong.
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Considering he was close to 300 pounds in his full armor, Gorkon did not get thrown far. It was more of a tumble. A tumble he was not about to get the disadvantage in. His arms remained tightly wrapped around his opponent, squeezing with all of his considerable strength. His eyes stung from the smoke filling them but he kept them open. The pain tingled in his mind and he relished it. The sting of battle was one of the greatest feelings in the universe.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 8, 2010 20:35:59 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know that much about the Yuuzhan Vong but okay. Thanks
bic: Jas plan so far failed as Gorkon continued to squeeze him. The pain grew as time passed by, but Jas embraced it, it was pain that felt that Jas was still alive and real. Jas then decided to elbow Gorkon in the face as he notice that Gorkon's eyes were slightly red thinking that his eyes were stinging from the smoke. At the same time Jas took a jab at the arm that was holding him with his left elbow. Jas didn't expect much from his second attack but it was worth a shot.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 12, 2010 1:55:58 GMT -5
OOC: I apologize for not posting in a timely manner. been kinda busy.
Gorkon's nose was broken as his opponents elbow struck him in the face. He snarled through the blood welling up in his nostrils and mouth. Keeping his arm around Jas's neck good and tight, he let up with his left arm and began to assail him with body shots. His left fist pummeled into Jas's back left side.
"Yield to me creature. Yield to the superior fighter! Cry out to the gods, beg them to lessen the pain. Tell them that you are weak." Gorkon said in his broken basic, which was now even worse due to the blood seeping into his mouth from his nose.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 12, 2010 11:24:37 GMT -5
OOC: Its quite alright Mik, I understand.
bic: Jas was in pain by the consent beating on left side. He slowly began to be covered with Gorkon's blood as he spoke. Jas was unable to free himself from Gorkon, maybe he didn't have to. "Pain is a thrill I desire!" Jas elbow again at Gorkon's chest and then at his blood face again. "I don't beg, not even to the pathetic idols you worship!" Jas would have to think of something fast, from what he can tell from his opponent so far is that Gorkon enjoyed pain as much as Jas did, perhaps more.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 13, 2010 21:41:11 GMT -5
The elbow to the chest bounced harmlessly off the crab armor plate but was too quick to let it leave. His left hand let up it's punching and shot forward to grab the outside of Jas's hand in a vice grip. He squeezed his enemies hand as hard as he could, tensing his muscles with all of the strength his left had could muster, aided by the crab armor.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 15, 2010 10:07:39 GMT -5
The crab armor was unexpectly harder then he thought it would be. As Gorkon grabbed his hand to squeeze it. His hand then became numb as it did Jas realized the man was stronger and so with his right hand he drop a grenade on the floor beside them but this time it wasn't for smoke.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 16, 2010 19:13:48 GMT -5
Gorkon snarled as his enemy dropped one of the infidel grenades on the floor. He hauled Jas around to put his opponent between himself and the grenade, then began howling at the device, challenging it to try and kill him.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 18, 2010 8:59:55 GMT -5
Gorkon tired to sheild himself from the grenade by using Jas but instead Jas twisted his body right, and around Gorkon's but his neck was still being held. Jas was in font off Gorkon so he put his leg infront of Gorkon's right leg, and bended him over by putting both is hands on the Gorkon's arm that held his neck. Thus giving him leverage to pulled him easier, tossing or better yet moving Gorkon in front of the grebade instead of Jas. All taking two seconds as the grenade went off.
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Post by Gamov on Jan 18, 2010 22:49:39 GMT -5
Bringing the craft to rest on the hangar floor, its exhaust throwing a large plume of dust and dirt into the air, Wes waited for Civé to gather her things and make her way to the loading ramp before he opened the hatch with the simple flick of a switch on the overhead console.
The lines hissed as the ramp dropped slowly to the ground, expelling visible plumes of exhaust from vents as it fully extended. Wes waited only for a moment or two, lingering in his seat before he followed her out and onto the floor of the hangar bay.
"I hate sand...." Wes complained, exiting the shuttle, lamenting his return to this place once again.
"Is there any planet in this galaxy you do like?" Civé countered, ignoring the typically childish complaints of her brother as she threw her pack over her shoulder, spinning to meet him eye to eye with an impish grin on her face.
"Nah, there are a few good ones...." Wes started, a wry smirk forming as his mind traveled to another place.
Civé had seen that look a dozen times on his face, and she instantly knew where he was wandering to in his mind. "No, the gambling pits at a casino on Taris don't count as a world."
Wes shrugged at the remark. "They might as well. The rest of the world is a pit."
"When did you become so cynical?" But as soon as she asked the question, she waved it off. "Never mind, don't answer that." Turning back to the hangar, Civé began scanning the building for someone, or something, fully expecting the contact to be here as she was told they would be.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 19, 2010 16:20:50 GMT -5
The contact had watched various people landing and leaving the hangar bay. He blended in at a local pub that was inside the hangar where space pilots and travelers would go for a drink or some grub. He had studied the new recruit of the MOTG. His profile seemed to fit in the requirements of the faction. There was a picture of him, so he knew what he looked like. Hopefully if the recruit trusted his senses, he would find the contact easily. Otherwise, this wasn't the place for him.
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