BadSamaritan

OOC: Sithspit, i cant seem to find a way to jump into the story. But, Ill give it a shot. Here goes nothing. IC: Talon Karrde sat on the bridge of his ship, looking over all the reportshe had been recieving in the past few days. It seemed like there was trouble brewing out in the unknown territories, but all the reports he was receiving were sketchy, at best. He did have one confirmed report of a GFFA taskforce heading there to investigate something, but he hadnt heard any news of it yet, one way or the other. He hated being out of the loop like this. But at the same time, he was getting on in years. He knew that prety soon, it would be time for him to retire. He was getting way to old for all of this. Galavanting around the galaxy, holding together the smugglers alliance, and occasionally saving everyone was something that the young people should be doing. Not the elderly. As he sat there pondering all of this, one of his newer crewmembers walked up behind him, and stopped, as if wondering how to approach him. Karrde had heard him walk up, and he smiled. He still remembered what it was like being so young, and in the presence of someone like himself. He slowly turned his seat around, and looked at the young man. He was his newest crew member, picked up at one of his last stops. The kid had been left without a family after the vong invasion, and had been living as a petty thief on the streets. Karrde had taken pity on him, and had taken him in as a crew member. He still hadnt found out where to put him as permanent crew memnber, the kid was only good at pickpocketing, but was also an ace shot in a gun turret as Karrde had found out. Karrde was thinking of putting him in one of the gunnery positions permanently, but didnt think he was ready for that quite yet. Karrde continued to look at him, and the young man just stood there, as if wondering what he should say. Karrde smiled, and looked at his hands. He reached out, and plucked the datapad out of the young mans hands. As he did this, the young man finally spoke up. "We recieved this transmission a few minutes ago sir, on an emergency frequency. After we decoded it, we brought it right here." the young man said, and Karrde quickly scanned over what the transmission was. He frowned, and put the datapad down. So there was something going on in the unknown regions. And it was something big. He looked up to the young man, and thought for a moment. He couldnt take the Wild Karrde there, it would raise to many alarms. That, and his ship was far to large for an emergency rescue mission. He looked up to the young man, who was still standing there, and thought for a moment. "Tell me, what ships do we all have available at the moment? I need something small, fast, and well armed for this." he asked, the the young man reached into his breast pocket and brought ut a msall datapad. After hitting a few buttons, he shook his head. "All we have right now sir is the Bad Samaritan, fresh in from an overhaul at Corellia. She is fairly well armed however, but the captain says he needs a gunner for his new quad turret." the young man said. Karrde nodded at this, and though about it for a moment. He had just recently picked up Seryk as a new recruite, but he had proven himself at the helm of another of vessel in the fleet. He was a fast thinker, and just reckless enough to be willing to take the mission. "Alright, bring this information to Catian Seryk immediatly, and tell hiim that you are to accompany him on the journey. It will give you some time to learn the ins and outs of running a small ship." karrde said, and he could see the worry in the young mans eyes. He knew that the kid was afraid of screwing up, and here Karrde was puttin ghim on a dangerous mission. But the kid simply nodded, took the datapad back, and turned briskly. As he walked away, Karrde turned, and looked out the viewport of his ship. The vong invasion was fresh in everybodies minds still, and now something else was rearing its ugly head. karrde was beginning to wonder if this galaxy would ever be at peace. ************************ Seryk sat at the controls of his ship, looking through all the old music filed his grandfather had loaded into the ships computers. There was a large amount of older music in there, along with an even larger amount of music that not even Seryk had heard of. He always knew his grandfather had been a rather large lover of music, but it was lookin more and more like an obsession than a love. As he sat there, he heard someone walk up the boarding ramp of his ship. he tunred and looked down the hallway just in time to see a man even younger than himself walking towards him. The young man was wearing the uniform of of one of Karrdes' people, so Seryk just nodded his head. Karrde must have a new load for him. As the young man approached, Seryk nodded to him, and the young man handed the datapad to him. Seryk reached out and took the datatpad. After reading the message on it, Seryk whistled, and leaned back in his chair. He looked up at the young man, and raised one of his eyebrows. "So karrde wants me to go get them?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. he had just been picked up by Karrde, and now he was being picked for mission like this? Either Karrde had a lot of trust in him, of Karrde was desperate. "Apparently, yes. And also, I am to accompany you, to learn ins and outs of running a small ship" the young man said. Seryk nodded. And threw the datapad on the chir next to him. He stood up, and stretched his arms and legs. He had been sitting for far to long now, and he needed to walk around a bit. "Alright, fisrt things first. Dont call me captain, I hate that. Call me Seryk. And secondly, what is your name. I dont want to be forced to say 'hey you' every time i want to get yu attention." he said. the young man looked to him for a moment, then spoke. "My name? Its Burt." he said. Seryk nodded, and then sat down in the copilots seat. he motioned for Burt to sit down in the piltos seat, and watched with amusement as Burt slowly lowered himself into the seat. "Well then, Burt. First things first. Lets get you started on learning how to fly." hje said. Burt simply nodded, and began to absorb all the information Seryk was telling him. After a while, the Bad Samaritan was off, Burt at the helm. The ship wobbled slightly as it flew to out into space, but quickly straightened itself out. Not much longer, the ship launched itself into hyperspace, to save to of the bigeest heroes the galaxy knew. OOC: Sorry it took so long to post, I was having a hard time figuring out how to work myself into the story. So I decided to belly flop my way into it. I hope I didnt mess with anybodies plans!

Just keep on trying man, i can still connect.

We are all uncommon people.

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Its all good man. Elfwood used to be really cool, then they butchered the site, and made it hard to navigate.

You cant hotlink from elfwood man, they are picture nazis.

Yah, definetly not work/class friendly.

Check it out here man. You have to sign up to see the forums, buts it gets pretty crazy. If you have any heart conditions, or happen to have just gotten done eating, be carefull there. Its a free-speech kinda place, so basically anything goes. And man, I mean anything.

OOC - So are we going to continue off of this with a Post-ANH roleplay? Or are we all going to join a seperate RP? IC - Dally sat in the escape pod, the feeling in his legs and arms vanishing slowly. He cursed to himself mentally, wondering how everything could have gotten so bad. Just a few weeks earlier, he had been a free man, working a semi-honest living. And now here he was, virtually crippled, his ship in the hands of an Imperial Admiral, and he himself in an escape pod, which was probably going to be picked up by the imperials. As Dally thought about all of this, he felt the pod shake suddenly, and he realized that someone was picking him up. He managed to crawl over to the viewport, and was astonished by what he saw. It was one of the freightors from his group, the Mantooine Princess. He was happy to know that at least one other ship that he had led managed to survive this long. When his pod was docked with the ship, he looked over to the hatch, and waited for it to open. Before it did, however, he felt the entire ship lurch, and he realized that they had entered hyperspace. It was a risky move, but he knew the captain must have done it for a good reason. Suddenly, the hatch opened, and he saw the captain of the Princess standing there, a smug look on her face. He had noticed her from a distance while they were all getting their ships ready for the battle, but he had never had time to actually go and talk to her. And now here he was, face to face with her, and he barely had the ability to move, let alone talk. She looked at him, and smiled. "Well commander, welcome aboard the Princess. Im the captain, Malyn Scrath. I heard that some imp hijacked your ship, and that you were in this pod. I decided to swing by and pick you up when the order to retreat was given." she said, and she reached into the pod, and grabbed his arm. With a mighty heave, she hoisted him out of the pod, and into her ship. She slkapped a button, and the hatch closed again, and the pod jettisoned back into hyperspace, vanishing almost instantly. She hauled him to the cockpit, and set him in the co-pilots chair, and she sat down in the main chair. She eyed him carefully, and shook her head. "That imp must have messed you up pretty good. What did he do, hit you with a stun button one to many times?" she asked, a smile on her face. Dally just looked over to her, and smiled. He chuckled slightly, and shook his head. "No, my droid was sabotaged to try and poison me apparently. I managed to stop it before it killed me, but I cant feel my arms or legs at the moment. It took them a while to go numb. I picked up Admiral Noreto in an escape pod, and he took advantage of my condition. He took my ship, and I jettisoned before he got both of us killed." He said, anger in his voice growing more and more evident. Malyn just stared at him, and started the laugh. She shook her head, and looked out her viewport to the lines of hyperspace. "Heh. You really got yourself into trouble. Just so you know, your ship apparently exploded before he managed to get away, so he got what he deserved. And a few other vessels from our group survived, and we jumped with the remnants of the rebel group. Most of us are going to join op with the rebels now. And we agreed to stay together as a group. And we were wondering if you would want to stay and lead us?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes. Dally raised an eyebrow, and thought about it for a moment. Noreto was dead, so he didnt have to worry about him anymore. He was safe to stay in Imperial space. With his ship destroyed, however, he didnt have anywhere to go. That, and as much as he hated to admit it, he liked fighting the empire. Something abou tit made him proud. He nodded slowly, and looked to Malyn. "You realize I dont have a ship, right?" he asked, a quizzical look in his eyes. He had no idea how he was going to lead a group of freightors without a ship of his own. But something told him that Malyn had an idea. "You do now. This ship isnt mine. I stole it form some reckless smuggler a few months ago when i got stranded on Coruscant. And it taked a crew of two to run it effectively. You can take over command of this ship, and Ill stay on as first mate." she said, humor in her voice being evident. Dally just shook his head, and chuckled. How in the name of the force could he live with himself as commander of a ship called the 'Mantooine Princess'? He looked over to Malyn, and sighed. "Can we at least change the name?" he asked, his voice belying the desperation in it. Malyn simply broke out into laughter, and shook her head. "Go for it commander, its your ship now." she said, and she reached over to the command console, and brought up a small screen. She hit another button, and slow music began to flow throughout the ship. Dally listened to it for a moment, and then smiled. It was an old correllian folk song, one that Dally had grown up listening two when his father was still a smuggler. Dally leaned back in his seat, and thought about it for a moment. The ships name would have to have some sort of meaning to it. Suddenly, the name came to him, and he smiled. "Ill call it the Admirals Folly, in memory of Noreto. I think he would hate it." he said, and Malyn broke out into laughter. Dally followed suit, and after few minutes, the both stopped and looked at each other. After a few moments, the both looked out the viewport, and stared at the lines of hyperspace. After a while, Dally spoke soflty, as if not wanting to break the silence and the flow of music. "So tell me, how long until we exit hyperspace?" he asked, his voice smooth and mellow. He was beginning to get the feeling back in his arms and legs, apparently his droid hadnt managed to inject enough poison to keep him down for long. Malyn looked over to him, and smiled. "Not much longer. When we exit, we are supposed to dock with the Liberty for repairs, along with the rest of the survivors. After that, who knows?" she said, and she looked back to the viewports. Dally simply smiled, and nodded. He decided to leave it at that, and get all the peace and quite he could out of this. He had a feeling that as soon as his group wa sready, the rebel command would have some missions for them. But until then, relaxing was his top priority. OOC - Ok, unless someone mentions my guy or his ship directly, Im done. Off to the Repora RP!!

I think Warlord and Grand Admiral are on about the same level. Considering warlords answer to no one, and for the most part, neither did the Grand Admirals. And speaking of Grand Admirals, anyone know of a good link about them? I know a star wars magazine had a good article on all of them (Insider i think?) but i havent been able to find any exceptionaly good links on them on the web as of yet.

Meh., I like the ranking system that we have now. I think it workls just fine.

I know all about forums having thousands of members, with only 100 or so active posters. Im a member of another forum with 2554 users exactly, with about 50 active posters. Although, we have made around 12500 different threads, have over 340k posts, and we have only been around since last christmas.....

Heh. Growing at a steady decent rate. But how many of those members were one time deals?

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OOC - What, and everyone abandons the smuggler to the imperials? Some freinds you guys are.

I usually have each fleet named after a different theme. One fleet will be marvel comicbook chars, another fleet will have the names of football teams. its makes things easier, albight not very realistic.

Dally mumbled to himself as he sat at the medical station in his ship. he couldnt belive that Noreto had sabotaged his droid. The droid had never done anything wrong. That, and it wasnt even his droid, which made him even angrier. He continued to mumble to himself as he slapped another bacta patch onto his arm, and then began to stumble back top the cockpit of his ship. His leg was going numb quickly, but he knew that he wouldnt need it once he was in the cockpit again. As he got back to the cockpit, his vision was clearing, but the feeling in his leg was almost gone entirely. He put his headset back on, and took his ship off of auto pilot. He turned the ship around, to see that Noretos group of ships was trying to re-form themselves, and he noted that the Chimaera was no longer in the battle, but heading to find an exit vector. He noted happily that the command tower of the ship was in flames, and hoped that Noreto had died with his bridge. As Dally got closer to the battle, his comm unit started to beep at him. He had never heard it make that noise before, so he tapped a few buttons, and cursed to himself. There were escape pods out in space, one one of them was near him. And to make things better, they were Imperial. He guessed one of the imperial ships had been destroyed while he was away, and that the crew had managed to abandon ship. After studying the pos quickly, he realized that it was a command pos, not a normal escape pod. It held a high ranking officer, not some petty crew member. he thought about this for a moment, and sighed. he hated to do this, but he felt he needed to pick up the escape pod. He brought his ship up close to it, and extended his docking tube to the pod. he brought the pod closer to the ship, and when he felt the pod calnk up against the ship, he reached over to a small compartment next to his seat, and grapped a small tube from it. He raised the tupe up, and hit a button on it. The tube extended, and he smiled. He knew that this cane would come in handy eventually. He stopped the ship completly, and slowly stood up, using the cane to support his bad leg. He hobbled his way to to the back of the ship, and removed the blaster from his holster. When he got to the hatch, he raised the blaster at the door, in case whoever was in there was overly aggressive. He hit the button to open the hatch, and looked to see who was inside. When he saw the man sitting in there, he cursed loudly, and pulled the trigger on his blaster. Noreto dodged the blast, and lept out of the escape pod, knocking Dally off of his feet. Dally hit the bulkhead, and his head rebounded, stars exploding in front of his eyes. He fell to the ground, and Noreto moved quickly to reach down and snag the blaster out of his hand. He stoob back up, and turned the blaster to point it at Dally. He aimed it at his head, and smiled. "You have been a thorn in my side Dally, for far to long. And now, it is time to deal with you." he said, his voice almost dripping with anticipation. Suddenly, the ship rocked as it was struck by laser fire, Noreto dropped to the ground, losing the blaster as he did so. As he hit the deck of the ship, the familiar sound of TIEs could be heard from outside the ship. Noreto looked to where the balset had fallen to, and he did not see it. He then began to stand again, just to be nocked back to his feet as lasers impacted the ship again. He cursed and began to half stumble, half run to the cockpit, leaving Dally in the passegway of the ship.

Dally watched as the TIE he was chasing dogedged his blasted, and darted out of his line of sight. he sighed, and began a slow turn to find some new targets. He saw a squadron of TIEs heading back to the Chimaera, but he decided noy to give chase. It wasnt worth the effort. He checked his scanners, and noticed that his group was scattered quite badly. Some of them had gone off to attack a carrack cruiser with a group of rebel starfighters, and some were still blasting away at the Chimaera, hopeing to get through those shields. He cursed, knowing that no one in his group had the firepower anymore to get through them. He did have a trick up his sleave yet, but he wasnt quite ready to use it. He needed a way to get through those sheilds first. As he sat there and pondered this, his ship rocked with an impact, and he cursed violently. He watched as a TIE passed his ship, and flew directly in front of him. He blasted it with his cannons, and then shook his head. These pilots really werent worth much. He looked to his scanners again, and sighed. He had to think of a new tactic, and he had to come up with one fast. Or his group was just going to scatter more, and get itself killed. he turned his comm system back to his group channel, and ordered them all to form up immediatly. He didnt get many responces, but he saw a number of freightors heading back towards hiim, along with some fighters. Apparently he had picked up some more recruits during the fight. He chortled, and spoke to them again. "Alright everyone, listen up, i need missle and torpedo countas from everyone, do we have any left at all?" he asked, hoping to get a positive responce from someone. He cursed when the only responce he got was about a single missile in an aft launch tube. That didnt do him any good. After a moment, he sighed, and spoke to them again. "Ok, here is the plan. I have one last trick up my sleave to deal with that destroyer, but I dont know if it will work. We are going to come up on the aft of the destroyer again, but this time, we are going to go around the side of the command dome. I need you guys to cover me, im going to be pulling a rather stupid stunt. you guys understand?" he asked, and he got a few responces, plus one out of place belch. He sighed, and turned his ship and flew far behind the Chimaera. Once he got there, he reached over and flipped off his transponder switch, making it so the Destroyer would be able to pinpoint which ship was his immediatly. As they began to fly towards the Chimaera, he reached over, and flipped a switch, preparing his ports escape pod for jettison. Normally, an escape pod wouldnt be worth a whole lot damage wise, but he had had his port pod filled with a mixture of fuel and explosives while he was waiting for permission to launch, turning into a large, slow moving, highpowered bomb. The technicians that had helped his told him that there was enough power in it to put it on par with a least 6 torpedoes exploding at once. He just hoped they were right. As the freightors got closer, and started to round the cammand tower, and pair Of ties flashed past, and were detonated by the other freightors covering him. He smiled as he saw the path to the bridge was clear. He gunned his engine, and waited for the right moment to launch his makeshift bomb. As he appraoched the bridge, he hit the button, launching the bomb. But before he could check his sensors to see if he managed a hit on the bridge, he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He swore, and looked down to see his astromech poking him with a needle of some sort. He reached for his blaster quickly, and promptly shot the litte droid, sending it flying backwards, away from him. He threw the blaster on the ground, and cursed as his vision slowly began to blur. He quickly slapped his weapon energy into his sheilds, Aimed for deep space, and got out of his seat, and began to stumble his way back to his medical supplies.

I have a mic. its hooked up to my comp. And it works, ive hooked it up into my older comp. But on this comp, no mics work. Im working on fixing that though.

Dally whooped happily as his groups made a strafing run over the hull of the Chimaera. He had already led a rather successful run against a frigate and it fighter escort, and had manage to destory with with only the loss of a single freightor. And now he was leading them on what should have been a suicidal assault on the Admirals star destroyer. As his group turned around to make another run at the destoryer, he noticed the ship take several torpedoe hits from a group of Y-wings, and he smiled. The admiral was in trouble now, his shields were starting to flouder. He thought about this for a moment, and decided to make things worse for the admiral. "Alright guys, lets deal some real damage now. Lets hit the domes of that destoryer. Hit it with everything you got. I want that Admiral to know that we are gunning for him" he ordered, and he got a fulrry of responces from his group. When his group was finally formed up, they began their run on the command deck of the destroyer, and there were soon in range. A number of torpedoes shot out, followed by a few missles. But he knew most of the heavy firepower they had was already used up on taking out the frigate they had destroyed. But as he saw them start to hit, he realized that they were more than enough to take out at least one of them. As he got closer, he opened up with his laser cannons, and we rewarded with the explosion of one of the domes. As he flew past the command deck, he heard a scream, and winced as he realized that another one of his ships had fallen, this time to peices of the dome as it exploded. He cursed, and turned his ship around, intending an turning the other dome into a firey mess. The rest of his group turned as well, and he then saw the TIE squadrons screaming over the command decks. He swore, and began to fire wildly at them. His group scattered wildly, and as he turned to engage a pair of ties, a bright flash came from behind his ship. he checked his sensors quickly, and noticed that one of the larger freightors in his group was missing, and the other dome was in flames. He swore, realizing what had happened. He turned his attention back to the fighters. he knew that no rebel deaths were in vain today.

Dally was snoozing soundly, when suddenly, the warning klaxons in his ship began to blare horribly. He starteld to full alertness, and swore at what he saw. The Imperials had arrived, and in force. And what a force they had brought. A quick glance at his scanners showed Rebel fighters already launching from ships and platforms, and the rebel fleet was already moving into position to defend. he quickly donned his headset, and flicked it over to the channel he had designated for his group. "Junk group, wake up! Power up your sheilds and engines! Get the guns ready! We are going in fast, hot, and blazing!" he bellowed into his mic. In respoce, he heard a series of whoops, bellows, and at least one belch. He smiled, and flicked on his sheilds, and brought his engines up to full power. He watched as some of the ships in his group shout out in front of him, charging towards the imperials. He cursed, and rocketed after them. As they flew along, the imperail fighters soon became visible on sensors, and soon thereafter, became visible to the eye. Within momenst, the ships in his group began firing laser cannons enmasse, and imperail fighters began to explode in rapid succession. Dally laughed aloud as an Imperial fighter exploded under the concentrated fire of his cannons, and then looked to his sensors. It looked like his group was one of the first to engage the imperials. Then he saw it. The Chimaera was close to his formation. He swerved to avoid a near collision with a pait of TIEs, and went into a tight spiral to come down on top of a pair of bombers which were trying to make a run into the heart of the shipyards. He lasers raked into one of them, sending it spinning off into space, and the other bomber fell to a missle launched from a freightor in his group. Dally considered for a moment of taking his entire group after the Admirals ship, but decided against it. That would be suicide for his entire group. Dally just looked around for his next pair of targets, and quickly found them. He flew after them at full speed, wondering what was going through the admirals mind right now.

Actually, some cracker jack engineer with to much time on his hands figured out how to make an AT-AT. Only problem was, the hydraulic motors needed took up all the cargo space.

Perhaps you could find a decent artist from online, who wouldnt mid making some drawings?

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Did you replace Admiral with Grand Admiral? Or did you rig it so Thrawn could have that position?