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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 4, 2012 17:31:14 GMT -6
Waking up and not knowing where you were can be frightening. Waking up not knowing where you were and being the only soul for miles can be devastating. April was crouch down in the middle of a ghost town void of light. A chill shot down her back as the below freezing temperature hit her body hard. Whatever this place was it was NOT the ideal place to be wearing a short tank top and gym shorts. "Anybody there?" April called. Receiving no answer in return. This place was both spooky and cold and didn't even resemble where she was before. 'You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.' She thought to herself as she huddled herself for warmth and walked down the ice cold path searching for any signs of life she could find.
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Apr 5, 2012 20:22:44 GMT -6
Initializing systems.
Systems Online.
Commencing diagnostic...
All priority systems nominal.
Structural damage to the left leg joint, negligable.
Primary systems nominal.
Secondary systems damaged. Seek mechanical attention.
Combat systems online, at 89% capacity. Reallocating self-repair units to combat processor.
Armor is at 65% functionality. Impact damage and microfractures detected.
Beginning motor diagnostic.
HK-47's eyes glowed. It was very... uncanny to be sucked into such a portal and tossed into this new environment, or so his photoreceptors told him. He extended and arm and righted himself, pulling himself onto his feet and rotating all his joints. His
sensors could not make heads or tails of his location.
Must be a bug in the system from the sudden impact.
HK-47 paused for an instant, going over the events that preceded his landing. It was strange, such a thing happening when he was by it. Usually it happens to his masters, and he just tags along for the ride. And the kills. But this time was different. He was the victim. The one who needed the back-up.
I don't need back up. I am fully functional on my own, unlike those other HK droids.
A sensor ping for life brought out the decection of a human female, around a few bends.
Unfortunately, I actually need the aid of this meatbag. I still think I will just shoot it once I get the information I need.
Motors groaned, indicating friction, but with a few steps, the groaning disappeared. Only the quiet footsteps in the snow made a noise, photoreceptors glowing a malicious orange-red in the cold. HK-47 stopped once he got in vocal range.
Greetings, meatbag.[/font]
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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 5, 2012 21:16:57 GMT -6
April eyes settled in on the figure up ahead. Everything was dark so at first she thought it was a person and thanked God that she found some signs of intelligent life in this void but as she got closer she began to realize that the figure was not a person. It was more like something out of a science fiction film and it looked to be alive. April proceeded cautiously now, still on edge due to the many near-death experiences she suffered already in the unknown labs she was brought to. As she neared it she wouldn't need to worry about what to do or say as the android would be the one to break the ice. Greetings, meatbag.
"Meatbag? What are you?"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Apr 5, 2012 22:41:51 GMT -6
Scanning. Target: Modified Human. Contains base human traits, yet somehow advanced. Assume dangerous in close quarters. Range attack mode on standby.
New Objective: Recieve information from target. Eliminate if necessary.
HK-47 walked closer to the woman, rusty red armor plates visible through the snow. His photoreceptors stared unblinkingly, despite the snow landing on his chassis, as it took in information about her and the surrounding environment. It was obvious this droid had seen more than a few rough days, based on the scratches and inconsistencies with the paint. However, none of these external imperfections seemed to even register to his core.
Engaging protocol subroutine. Reducing combat preparation status to 75%.
Statement: I am HK-47. Protocol droid. Fluent in over six million forms of communication. I seem to have become... lost in this area. I believe my master must have gotten separated from me because of some freak coincidence. Do you happen to know where we are?
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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 6, 2012 1:14:38 GMT -6
April kept her distance not wanting to take any chances with this 'thing' in front of her. It was just her luck too, the first signs of life and it doesn't even qualify as human. She wasn't even entirely sure if it qualified as life. Robots and the likes weren't her forte. From the looks of it, this android has been through hell and that was at least one thing the two could relate to. Though she also wasn't sure if an android would understand the concept of hell. April looked up for a moment, as if expecting a UFO to come out of nowhere and abduct her so aliens could probe her. But nothing. That was good. She had more than her fair share of abductions for one lifetime. At the droid's question however all April could do was frown.
"I have no idea where we are. One minute I was leaving a lab located on the outskirts of Virginia and the next thing I knew I woke up here. Whatever this place is it's definitely not Virgina. Where on earth- erm, space. Where in space did you come from?"
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Apr 6, 2012 8:04:13 GMT -6
HK-47 stared unmovingly, walking in a circle around her slowly, head not ever turning to face her despite his words. He presumed she was totally foreign to the concept of his existance, based on her staying away from him.
Target lacks basic galactic knowledge. Possible Unknown Sector inhabitant. Assume not aware of galactic events.
I am from... a planet far, far away. You might know it as Coruscant. I was built by the master Revan, who created me to aid in his travels. I assure you I will not be bringing you back to any lab, meatbag. And, looking closer at this 'snow', it appears to be ash. Something burned here recently. Did you cause this, meatbag?
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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 6, 2012 12:32:10 GMT -6
April grew uneasy when HK-47 started circling her but so far he didn't show any signs of attacking her so she didn't do anything to defend herself but she was ready to fight if she had to. She just would have no idea what to do if it came down to a battle. "Coruscant?"
Nor did she recognize anything he was talking about. Assuming she could categorized him as a he. Maybe it would be better to refer to it by name so she didn't have to worry about getting its gender wrong. If it had a gender. "Why do you keep calling me meatbag?"
It was a strange thing to call a person. Best give the droid a name to address her by. "My name is April."
Something burned here recently. Did you cause this, meatbag? "What!? No! How could I, I don't even have any weapons on me."
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Post by Raal on Apr 6, 2012 18:23:42 GMT -6
Raal found himself back at the Downward Spiral, after many attempts at trying to teleport from world to world successfully. The random jumps left him disorientated and dizzy. Portals were opening everywhere, and one of them just opened up in the wall, level with the psychic demon.
He was about to take a step toward it when he noticed all of the color in the area was starting to melt away, revealing a distorted grayscale underneath.
When all of the color bled away, he made a mad dash for the open portal. Raal knew precisely what this meant, and had to escape quickly. Angry roaring made him run faster into a dead sprint, the roar followed by the slamming of powerful limbs against the floor. The demon took a flying leap into the portal, narrowly escaping a massive claw that grabbed only air, and not his feet.
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The portal spat him out high from a frozen city, getting Raal into a freefall drop. Now that he was through, he could teleport without fear of teleporting into a completely random place on another world. The demon disappeared in a haze of purple energy, appearing behind a building on solid ground. His normal colors returned to him after being away from... THAT.
The danger was over for now, but he was back in a foreign land. His brain picked up brain wave patterns, and his ears picked up the familiar sounds of speech, so there were people here already. When he peered over the edge to get a look as to where it was coming from, he was only half right.
A woman and a strange metal humanoid were conversing. Time to eavesdrop! |
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Apr 8, 2012 15:28:31 GMT -6
Statement: It does not matter what you call yourself. You are still, and always will be, a meatbag. I am merely identifying you as what you are. And you do not need any weapons to demolish an area. I should know, being that my travels with master Revan have resulted in many... demolished facilities, even if I was not part of it. I would presume you would know how to do the same, meatbag.[/font]
Alert: Sensors indicate a new target. Target hiding behind wall nearby, unknown classification. Assume hostility.
Target is in range.
Prepare to respond accordingly.
Query: Did you come alone, meatbag?[/font]
HK-47 moved around April to stop and look pensive toward the newcomer, body unmoving as he stared silently into the distance. His core, however, was prepping his body for an attack. He was looking forward to dealing with one last Sith assassin before beginning his life as a protocol droid.
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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 8, 2012 20:26:18 GMT -6
Statement: It does not matter what you call yourself. You are still, and always will be, a meatbag. I am merely identifying you as what you are. "I am not a piece of meat!" April shouted out, the definition behind the term lost on her as she took offensive and didn't like it one bit. She wanted to be addressed by name, not meatbag.
And you do not need any weapons to demolish an area. I should know, being that my travels with master Revan have resulted in many... demolished facilities, even if I was not part of it. I would presume you would know how to do the same, meatbag. That thought was frightening to April. To think that a human being could do all of this with just their bare hands? She would have thought this place was bombed by some kind of advanced weapon used for wars, not performed by a single human being with a taste for destruction. "You presume wrong this time. I didn't do anything to this place, I just got here."
Query: Did you come alone, meatbag? "What?" April watched HK-47 looked out to the distance, her eyes following where he was looking as it was all starting to come back to her. "There were others. We were captured and held against our will. I was in the midst of my own escape before waking up here so it's possible that someone followed me."
April held her hands up to her mouth and called out, "Hey! Is anyone over there? It's okay we won't hurt you." April should really learn to speak for herself.
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Post by Raal on Apr 8, 2012 22:56:51 GMT -6
Raal caught snippets of their conversation. It was something about a Revan, and meatbag, and escaping. He wanted to eavesdrop some more... but it could not be done when his presence was already detected! Requested by the human female, he quietly walked out from his hiding place, clawed feet clicking against the ice-patched snow. The psychic demon had covered himself in a mud-brown tarp, using it as a cloak and hood.
It served him well, as the only things that were exposed were both his feet and the lower section of his face.
"The favor is returned. I will not hurt you either if that is your claim."
Raal's voice wasn't too loud, but it was loud enough so they could hear him. |
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Apr 9, 2012 7:20:35 GMT -6
Target of unknown classification remains unidentified.
Assume words are false.
Engaging scans.
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Data inconclusive. Further analysis required.
Commentary: I doubt you will see much conflict. It seems you have missed what had happened here. Apparantly somebody decided it would be prudent to demolish a nearby structure.
HK-47 rotated to face April. Mockery: 'I am not a piece of meat!' she says. Your ignorance bemuses me. Have you even looked at your body composition? You have nothing but squishy, fleshy parts that wiggle about. Made of mostly liquid too. All wrapped up in a bag of drier flesh. How you can stand that all that sloshing is beyond me.[/font]
A glint of metal shone in the snow, and HK-47 quickly walked over to its position, dusting snow and ash off of a rather large, and obviously modified rifle. Exclamation: I am so glad to have found you! I was worried you were lost and I would be unable to defend myself![/font]
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Post by Queen Lori on Apr 10, 2012 1:21:47 GMT -6
The favor is returned. I will not hurt you either if that is your claim. "My name is April. What's yours?" April examined the male but naturally couldn't see much because of his clothes and it was too dark for April to get a good look at the exposed parts of his body but it was refreshing to find real life that wasn't just an android with an attitude problem. Speaking of which.
Mockery: 'I am not a piece of meat!' she says. Your ignorance bemuses me. Have you even looked at your body composition? You have nothing but squishy, fleshy parts that wiggle about. Made of mostly liquid too. All wrapped up in a bag of drier flesh. How you can stand that all that sloshing is beyond me. "What?" So that's why it called her 'meatbag'. Well, it made sense. It was a better reason than what she had initially thought but April would still prefer to be addressed by name. But that seemed very unlikely given the android's behavior. Behavior... "You know, the proper protocol would be to address me by the name I've given. Would it not?" April didn't know much about the android or where it came from but she knew and understood the definition of protocol.
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Post by Raal on Apr 10, 2012 17:14:02 GMT -6
Raal paused for a moment, then replied, "I am called Raal."
The psychic demon kept the tarp on him, not too keen on getting screamed at by a human. The last time his cloak came off, he was chased out of town. They were quite the overzealous lot. He went silent after the introduction, listening to the human and robot argue. His deep purple eyes casted themselves onto the weapon sticking out of the ground shortly after the robot noticed it.
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Post by Zabuza Midareta on Apr 12, 2012 16:28:57 GMT -6
Graecus felt that he was falling, not a sort of trip fall but, a real deadly fall. Graecus couldn't see anything due to the blinding flash. He wanted to scream but instead focused as much energy towards being angry. He heard something flip over and skid closer to him, er he falling closer to it. Graecus just hoped it was soft. As he landed on the wooden, abandoned stand he let out a grunt. He layed there feeling the cold freeze his skin.
"Where ever I am it is alot different from California."
Graecus whispered to himself. He stood up and heard some speaking which made him crouch again. Just then he heard some things falling towards him, and it wasn't snow. Graecus rolled out of the way just in time for his Spatha and his Greek sword to pierce the ground where he was just standing.
"That was close"
He let out in a sigh. He grabbed the weapons and strapped the Spatha to his back and his short sword to his belt. He pulled up the collar of his shirt and listened to this conversation.
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