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Thread: The Jedi Hunting Stories that we all love so much !
ThorrValcyn
Tue Sep 21, 2004 6:02 pm
#40
Well, I send out my arakyd on my 132,000 cred bounty and find he is on dathomir. Okay, havn't hunted there in a while! Good change of pace. So I eat my synth, drink 2 brandy's, and start heading there, and go to the Dathomir outpost, where I launch my seeker from behind the port. (in case anybody might warn him if they saw droids)
Well, my brand new +25 droid speed attachment sure seems to be worth its money, and reported him in no time.. he seemed to be doing missions from where I was. Awesome.
Well, I get on my bike while pretending to look for missions, keeping a close eye on his range to see when he is coming back.
30 minutes passes... he's still out there. GRRRR.
Okay, time to just go get him I guess... (Jehad-Jr) isn't going to get to do what he does best... damn. Well, I go out there and notice numbers flying around in the distence, he must be fighting something. Well, I go out to him, strap on a psg (master sabers means I really need it...) and down another bottle of brandy, as well as some 35% dodge food for 11 filling. (snowcake? Aircake... forgot which)
First shot, last ditch on his bike with my 550 damage de-10, blowing it into small pieces and quickly getting the attention of the Jedi. I begin to use torso shot on him but he keeps blocking it... but he isn't running for me, he's going for my bike... and blows it up. Paybacks a bi*** I guess...
Well, the torso shot finally stuck, so I moved on to intimidating him (part smuggler... so handy) and succeed. Next I used last ditch to stun him, then eyeshot to blind him, then bleeding shot, then healthshot 2.. He heals, but the states are still there. Good...
Well, continuing to cycle through these attacks I begin to notice that he isn't healing anymore, just attacking me. I guess that means he was out of FP.. bad move on his part. I incapped him and stood there debating to db him or not, but the new and improved XP from Jedi missions (4k + on this one) persuaded me to DB.
I salute, get on my other bike, and speed away... BAH, forgot the screenie. I head back, screenie it, and turn away... but then I notice he logs...
...
...
Oh sh**! He probably didn't have a doc or a hero ring ready. The thrill of the hunt is suddenly replaced by guilt, because I realized this guy just lost 460k xp...
Thats a buzzkill there... Oh well, it was a good mission, but now I feel sad... my next mark I'm making sure they have a way of getting rez'd before the db. This guy didn't run, he didn't whine... he kept his cool and fought me...
I know somebody is going to tell me that he deserved it blah blah.. but I still hope they remove the pvp portion of the death now. Cuz if the guy gets camped or doesn't have a doc around, now it's sorta overkill.
Oh well, thats the story.
Well, my brand new +25 droid speed attachment sure seems to be worth its money, and reported him in no time.. he seemed to be doing missions from where I was. Awesome.
Well, I get on my bike while pretending to look for missions, keeping a close eye on his range to see when he is coming back.
30 minutes passes... he's still out there. GRRRR.
Okay, time to just go get him I guess... (Jehad-Jr) isn't going to get to do what he does best... damn. Well, I go out there and notice numbers flying around in the distence, he must be fighting something. Well, I go out to him, strap on a psg (master sabers means I really need it...) and down another bottle of brandy, as well as some 35% dodge food for 11 filling. (snowcake? Aircake... forgot which)
First shot, last ditch on his bike with my 550 damage de-10, blowing it into small pieces and quickly getting the attention of the Jedi. I begin to use torso shot on him but he keeps blocking it... but he isn't running for me, he's going for my bike... and blows it up. Paybacks a bi*** I guess...
Well, the torso shot finally stuck, so I moved on to intimidating him (part smuggler... so handy) and succeed. Next I used last ditch to stun him, then eyeshot to blind him, then bleeding shot, then healthshot 2.. He heals, but the states are still there. Good...
Well, continuing to cycle through these attacks I begin to notice that he isn't healing anymore, just attacking me. I guess that means he was out of FP.. bad move on his part. I incapped him and stood there debating to db him or not, but the new and improved XP from Jedi missions (4k + on this one) persuaded me to DB.
I salute, get on my other bike, and speed away... BAH, forgot the screenie. I head back, screenie it, and turn away... but then I notice he logs...
...
...
Oh sh**! He probably didn't have a doc or a hero ring ready. The thrill of the hunt is suddenly replaced by guilt, because I realized this guy just lost 460k xp...
Thats a buzzkill there... Oh well, it was a good mission, but now I feel sad... my next mark I'm making sure they have a way of getting rez'd before the db. This guy didn't run, he didn't whine... he kept his cool and fought me...
I know somebody is going to tell me that he deserved it blah blah.. but I still hope they remove the pvp portion of the death now. Cuz if the guy gets camped or doesn't have a doc around, now it's sorta overkill.
Oh well, thats the story.
By Jerriks
ThorrValcyn
Thu Sep 23, 2004 1:40 pm
#41
After a long run of riding Dantooine of few pesky Janta and Mokk, I decided it was time for a challenge. I headed off to the local cantina in Coronet, Corelia to refresh and relax my mind. After that, it was off to Kaadara, Naboo to talk with my favorite informant.
After receiving a mission from the Bounty Hunters Guild, I took the mark’s name to that wezel of an informant, my trusted Rodan friend from the SpyNet. Unfortunately, he was unable to give me the location on my mark, but he did provide me with a bio-signature. That would have to do for now. It was time to hunt the Jedi.
After my request for a probe droid was approved, I uploaded the bio-signature and off it went, in search of my mark. As the droid departed into orbit, I made hast back to the Kaardar Spaceport to await its report. The droid reported back much faster than usual. My mark was on Naboo. What luck, or was it? It had to be good luck. Today everthing was going well.Of course if that were true, I'dfind him relaxed and off guard. It’s not often they train on Nabbo. This must be home or he may be visiting someone. I immediately sent out a seeker to track him as I made my way to last known location.
As I approached his location, the tension started building. I thought to myself, this could be bad, but a bounty is a bounty and I’m bound my oath to hunt my mark. The location came back to a private structure. The sign on the door bore his name. Drat! He’s locked inside a private dwelling. I can’t get to him. I’ve been in this situation before; I’d have to wait him out. As I loitered around the city, I noticed a lone rider approaching on a swoop. Not wanting to advertise my intentions, I quickly made my way to a mission terminal within the city and tried to blend in. I could tell by the clothing the loan rider was a Master of TK. I can only hope he is not friends with my mark. But, chances are…
As I continued to browse through the city’s mission terminal, the rider approached and scanned me. I could only assume he was sizing me up, searching for clues as why I was there: Possibly to determine if I was, in fact, a bounty hunter. After giving me a long look-over, he rode to my mark’s house and kneeled down on the front porch in meditation. Something I’ve only seen them do when recovering from a battle or worse: preparing for a battle. He did not appear to be injured or fatigued, it must have been in preperation for battle (DRAT!). As I considered departing, another rider arrived and stopped to my left. Then another to my right, and another behind me. I was outnumbered, out gunned, and surrounded by Rebels. This was not going to be my day, was it? I decided the best course of action would be to leave and live to fight another day. I mounted my swoop and was off. As I was departing, the TKM called out to me, “wait, the Jedi will come out.” I paused, then replied, “And your tell me this why?” No answer, just silence. Then a call from the house, from the Jedi, “Are you here for me?” Hummmm, I should just leave, but I feel bound by my honor to take every opportunity to take my mark.The odds are stacked against me, but I have been in worse scenarios. I return and engage in conversation with my mark. Something I try not to before an engagement; it softens your drive to kill. I told the Jedi, “well, I was, but you are locked safely in your house and your ‘friends’ are so ever ready for a fight”. After a short pause and what I thought was a frustrated sigh from within the house, the Jedi replied, “I’ll come out, I’m tired of running. Will it be a fair fight?” A fair fight? I thought to myself. How could it be fair, I’m surrounded and he’s a Jedi. I decided to answer. “Yes, I only fight fair”. I thought to myself, what is a fair fight? He asked, “If you slay me, will you leave and allow my friends to attend to my body?” My answer, simple but true, “Always, I have no reason to stay once the job is done”. “Speaking of a fair fight, what of your friends?” He assured me the fight would be between he and I, no outside interference at all. Not quite deciding if I could trust this outlaw to be truthful or fight honorably, I hesitated. Now, having the intelligence of a Rancor and the HAM of a Durni, I made my back to the Jedi’s house.
As I approached the house, I noticed the same TKM at the steps of the house. We eyed each other before he asked me to step away from the door, announcing the Jedi would come out in two minutes. “Two minutes?” I asked. “Needs the time buff?”The Jedi replied, from within the house, “no, my Force Pool is drained, I’m meditating”. This was sounding like more a bad idea as time passed.
I walked around the corner and prepared myself for battle as well. I may have a chance if the Jedi is honorable and we have a fair fight. If not, this will be one quick trip to the cloner. To calm my nerves, I took two quick hits, from my flask, of brandy. Awwwh, that felt better. I readied my equipment and tried to mentally prepare myself for battle.
The Jedi walked calmly out of his house, stood in the middle of the street and ignited his twin saber. Our eyes met and I drew my weapon. The Jedi immediately gave chase as I fired. Knowing I was done for if that saber so much as glanced me, I ran, dodging in and out of the cities furnishings. I continued to fire, aiming for his eye. I could see his mental well being fading.Then, with a brilliant burst of light, he was made whole and refocused on perusing me. “Darn those Jedi Force heals!”
<>The game of cat and mouse went on for what seemed like hours. I was growing very tired of the chase. I decide to switch the setting on my pistol and started aiming for his torso. Surprisingly, his health started dropping fast. As he continued to Force heal himself, I noticed the fire damage was not healing. I decided to stick with this attack. As we continued to run around I started getting the upper hand. He then made a quick dash away from me. I took in a deep breath in relief that I was now the pursuer. As I chased he around a large row of houses, I noticed several of the local residents had come to watch the battle. As I looked around, I noticed enough Rebels to give an entire platoon of Storm troopers a run for their money. But, oddly enough, they were sticking to the Jedi’s promise of a fair fight.
Our chase soon became a cat and mouse run around the large row of houses. Each time the Jedi was on the opposite side, he would Force heal. As I would catch him on the straightaway, I was able to drain him near incapacitation. Then it happened. While he was on the opposite side of the buildings, his Force heals failed to clear all his heath. My lucky break, his Force Pool was dwindling. I reversed my direction and caught him in the opening. I drained his health furiously as he lashed at me with his saber. My heath was almost at one third and I was wiry. Two more shots and I would have him. Just before I took him, he was able to make it around the houses again. One more corner and he was mine. As I started to burst around the corner I felt a thunderous blow to my legs and my health fell to almost nothing. I was knocked down. As I struggled to my feet, I could see one of the Rebels snickering as he ran away carrying a power hammer. My first thought was to destroy the power hammer wilding Rebel. But, I was focused on the Jedi and tunnel vision prevented me from taking an additional target. As I rounded the corner, I found a half healed Jedi. He was ready for me, waiting to ambush me. In my weakened state, the last thing I remember was seeing his twin saber hurling at me. His saber throw knocked me to the ground and I was incapacitated. As flash later, I found myself reviving in the cloner with one hell of a headache.
From the cloner, I was able to contact the Jedi, via comlink. The Jedi complimented me on the battle. Of course I complained about the interference form the one with the power hammer. The Jedi ensured me that he did not ask for the help. Upon reflection, the guy with power hammer… he was just trying to protect his Jedi friend. I must keep reminding myself, this is war: there are no rules.
By Zemon
boardXtremist
Thu Sep 23, 2004 2:29 pm
#42
Oh my god... that is the baddest... BH story ever. Freaking Genius... haha Nice!
Cerosis
Thu Sep 23, 2004 3:51 pm
#43
a few nights ago, i decided to hunt some jedi, and one poped up on the terminals i couldn't refuse. He wasn't worth much, but i've known him to be trash talking and just being an ass in coronet. So i grab the mission.
I start tracking the guy, and for 2 and a half hours straight i get nothing but that he's out in space. So i'm just about to give up for the night when i send off one last droid, and boom, he's on naboo. So off i head.
So i land in theed, as i figure it's the fastest place to travel, and he's in moenia, so I quickly grab a shuttle there. I arive just to see the smoke trails of his AV-21 fly off into the distance. So i hop on my swoop and follow suit.
About 300m outside of town he stops, and i fly on by. He isn't moving but he's staying in his av-21. I hop off my bike and run in. I get one or two shots off before he takes off, i decided to be nice and not vape his AV-21 as I know how pathetic that can be.
He then sends me a message over the holonet telling me hello, and starting to say how he isn't a jedi, and how i'm stupid for taking him on buffed. At this point my buffs are just about to run out, but i dont' want to let this opportunity go to waste. So i continue talking to him and track him down to just on the other side of moenia. Just before getting in range i hop off my bike, but realize i can't burst run because i already used it up chassing him earlier. so i hop back on my bike and ride in, he's just sitting there under his AV-21, once again i spare his av-21 and go straight for him.
He immediatly burstruns away, and his rifleman buddy starts laying it into my head. I finally catch up with my mark, and bring him down quickly with torso shot. After i perform the customary deathblow, and recieve my bounty, i proceed on with the rifleman, who at this point has had a few minutes to go at my mind while i was chasing my mark around. I almost incap him, but then he get's me. So i clone. When i wake up, i brush off the bacta like substance that they never clean up properly after a successfull clone job. And i proceed to the starport to head home.
At the star port i'm greeted by both the jedi and his buddy. they proceed to tell me how my mark wasn't a jedi, and that they told me this before hand. I tell them "I don't care if *insert jedi's name here* is santa claus. His name is on the terminals, and I got paid to kill him, so I killed him." I'm then told over and over how my mark would have kicked my butt if he had been buffed, and i reply with "well, that's not very good incentive for me to fight him buffed then, is it?"
They continue to bitc# and moan at me until i put them both on ignore, then go off in peace. Another day, another dollar. And another Jedi put in his place.
I start tracking the guy, and for 2 and a half hours straight i get nothing but that he's out in space. So i'm just about to give up for the night when i send off one last droid, and boom, he's on naboo. So off i head.
So i land in theed, as i figure it's the fastest place to travel, and he's in moenia, so I quickly grab a shuttle there. I arive just to see the smoke trails of his AV-21 fly off into the distance. So i hop on my swoop and follow suit.
About 300m outside of town he stops, and i fly on by. He isn't moving but he's staying in his av-21. I hop off my bike and run in. I get one or two shots off before he takes off, i decided to be nice and not vape his AV-21 as I know how pathetic that can be.
He then sends me a message over the holonet telling me hello, and starting to say how he isn't a jedi, and how i'm stupid for taking him on buffed. At this point my buffs are just about to run out, but i dont' want to let this opportunity go to waste. So i continue talking to him and track him down to just on the other side of moenia. Just before getting in range i hop off my bike, but realize i can't burst run because i already used it up chassing him earlier. so i hop back on my bike and ride in, he's just sitting there under his AV-21, once again i spare his av-21 and go straight for him.
He immediatly burstruns away, and his rifleman buddy starts laying it into my head. I finally catch up with my mark, and bring him down quickly with torso shot. After i perform the customary deathblow, and recieve my bounty, i proceed on with the rifleman, who at this point has had a few minutes to go at my mind while i was chasing my mark around. I almost incap him, but then he get's me. So i clone. When i wake up, i brush off the bacta like substance that they never clean up properly after a successfull clone job. And i proceed to the starport to head home.
At the star port i'm greeted by both the jedi and his buddy. they proceed to tell me how my mark wasn't a jedi, and that they told me this before hand. I tell them "I don't care if *insert jedi's name here* is santa claus. His name is on the terminals, and I got paid to kill him, so I killed him." I'm then told over and over how my mark would have kicked my butt if he had been buffed, and i reply with "well, that's not very good incentive for me to fight him buffed then, is it?"
They continue to bitc# and moan at me until i put them both on ignore, then go off in peace. Another day, another dollar. And another Jedi put in his place.
Wazaka
Thu Sep 23, 2004 4:25 pm
#44
Well the other night me and my buddy MCH friend. where on Dant and he tells me to hurry and come help him out because he is going on a Jedi Bounty mission. Excited and ready to go along for the fun I head out with him and we find the jedi grinding. She is fighitng a lair of Huurton Stalkers when my MBH friend attacks. Well, the jedi being imp and me being imp I couldent attack her. So, while my freind was running after her shooting eye shot and the Huurton riped her apart I just poke her over and over. Good stuff. Oh and my griend got his kill.
Message Edited by Wazaka on 09-23-2004 04:29 PM
ThorrValcyn
Sun Sep 26, 2004 2:02 pm
#45
A friend and myself were at the Geno cave yesterday looking for a vette ticket. So we fight our way all the way down to where Ackaley spawns, and we find a Jedi and his small 3 man group there campingthe spawn.
As we are restingthere before the trip back out, we notice this guy laying on the ground in the feign death state, and the Jedi isstanding over him swiping at him with his saber. We do not think much of this, and are still a little angry about not finding the vette ticket on the way down there, so just ignor it.
Then all of a sudden the Jedi sends me a tell, asking me to disband the group I am in. I ask him why, and he says that he wants me and my friend to join his group, so we can help him gank the BH that he has FD'ing on the ground at his feet. It was not as if the Jedi really needed any help taking this solo ranged BH out, he just wanted to get us to help him pick on the BHbecause he knew he could.
At this point I tell my friend about it, and he says that the Jedi is telling him the same thing. So I tell my friend to ignor the Jedi, and invite the solo BH to our group instead.
The BH asks us if we want to help him take outthisspawn camping Jedi bully, and of course we say YES. So the BH opens up to give us the GTEF, and the Jedi starts running around in a futile attempt at trying to get the spider spawns to agro us. It works, but it was NOT going to even come close to saving this Jedi's life.
After we disposed of this Jedi, we started in on one of the other members of his group, that just so happend to be a Jedi himself, but never pulled his saber on us for some reason. Man, this guy was real tough to take out too... But eventually we got him. The rest of his group either ran or they were unattackable by us.
I wish I could have seen the look on that Jedi's face when he realized that we grouped with the BH and started attacking him. I also wonder why it is that this Jedi just assumed we would be Jedi groupies and want to join with him to bully this BH.
The funny thing is that my bio specifically states that I am my MBH's errand boy, and that I help him stalkand take out his marks. I was just on vacation this day... Or so I thought. LOL!
My hat goes off to that BH too. He not only had the stones to get himself all the way down to the very bottom of the Geno cave as a solo ranged BH, but he just would not give up when he was obviously not going to win down there like that.
My hat also goes off to the Jedi and his group. They took it like men, and never spoke one word of crap to any of us about this. I think they knew the deserved it.
Now that is the way to spend a vactaion day...
By Zy
Zemon
Sun Sep 26, 2004 11:37 pm
#46
Nice job putting all these stories together in one post.
I am honored to see one of my own stories here. 
Indeed, this needs a sticky
Message Edited by Zemon on 09-26-2004 11:39 PM
homebreu
Sun Sep 26, 2004 11:59 pm
#47
A friend and myself were at the Geno cave yesterday looking for a vette ticket. So we fight our way all the way down to where Ackaley spawns, and we find a Jedi and his small 3 man group there campingthe spawn.
As we are restingthere before the trip back out, we notice this guy laying on the ground in the feign death state, and the Jedi isstanding over him swiping at him with his saber. We do not think much of this, and are still a little angry about not finding the vette ticket on the way down there, so just ignor it.
Then all of a sudden the Jedi sends me a tell, asking me to disband the group I am in. I ask him why, and he says that he wants me and my friend to join his group, so we can help him gank the BH that he has FD'ing on the ground at his feet. It was not as if the Jedi really needed any help taking this solo ranged BH out, he just wanted to get us to help him pick on the BHbecause he knew he could.
At this point I tell my friend about it, and he says that the Jedi is telling him the same thing. So I tell my friend to ignor the Jedi, and invite the solo BH to our group instead.
The BH asks us if we want to help him take outthisspawn camping Jedi bully, and of course we say YES. So the BH opens up to give us the GTEF, and the Jedi starts running around in a futile attempt at trying to get the spider spawns to agro us. It works, but it was NOT going to even come close to saving this Jedi's life.
After we disposed of this Jedi, we started in on one of the other members of his group, that just so happend to be a Jedi himself, but never pulled his saber on us for some reason. Man, this guy was real tough to take out too... But eventually we got him. The rest of his group either ran or they were unattackable by us.
I wish I could have seen the look on that Jedi's face when he realized that we grouped with the BH and started attacking him. I also wonder why it is that this Jedi just assumed we would be Jedi groupies and want to join with him to bully this BH.
The funny thing is that my bio specifically states that I am my MBH's errand boy, and that I help him stalkand take out his marks. I was just on vacation this day... Or so I thought. LOL!
My hat goes off to that BH too. He not only had the stones to get himself all the way down to the very bottom of the Geno cave as a solo ranged BH, but he just would not give up when he was obviously not going to win down there like that.
My hat also goes off to the Jedi and his group. They took it like men, and never spoke one word of crap to any of us about this. I think they knew the deserved it.
Now that is the way to spend a vactaion day... LOL!
ThorrValcyn
Mon Sep 27, 2004 6:11 pm
#48
I woke up this morning, camping out in the village of Aurilia on Dathomir. My first thought is to find a doctor and get buffed up before I make the trip back down to the science outpost, but no luck.
So I hop on my Swoop, and start the ride back. The ride goes along nicely, those Pesky Nightsisters arn't bothering me today, that is good. But as I aproach the outpost I get attacked, I look behind me to see a Rho Kwi guardian running after me. I decide to hightale it into the outpost hoping somebody is there to help. As I get in my Rescuer emerges. I am thankfull for the help, as now I don't have to run around for the next little while trying to evade this thing( I was unbuffed, and un-armored = I was screwed )
But then as I look upon my resquer, I am shocked. It is the same Jedi that I have been hired to kill. But he is fully prepared, and I am without hope to try and beat him. I now know what I must do, I quickly hop a transport back to Coronet, and grab some buffs, only the best will do. After I'm all ready, phisically and mentally, I grab my trusty scatter pistol and head back to the transport. I purchase my ticket and climb aboard.
The flight is not a long one but I get the sleep I need before the hunt begins. As soon as I leave the transport I turn the saftey off on my pistol and head into the cloning facility. In a back room, I set my droid down and begin programming it. It accepts the mission, and i leave the facility. 10 Minutes later, after a few more people have entered and exited, my droid leaves on it's duty, only to tell me that my target is untrackable(not online). Well, I'm unwilling to let all this preparation go to waste, so off I tread in the direction that the Jedi filth was headed. I join a group of hunters hoping that one of them might be my target, but alas, my target is not going to be caught so easily.
I continue to scour the area around the science outpost for what seems like hours, but my search will bear no fruit. I have feeling that my hunt will be without hope when alas, a Dark Jedi Master has been located. Not my Jedi, but this might just be the opportunity I've been hoping for.
I tell the hunters to hold their distance, and that help is on the way. Now let's only hope that the Jedi answers. I get on my comm unit, and start transmitting to a frequency that this Jedi was noted on using in my mission breifing. My first words were simple, and hoping to get the attention of the Jedi.
"How would you like to make some money?" I asked.
It took no time at all and he responded demanding to know who I was. I proceeded to tell him of his heroics when he earlier saved my life from a Rhoe Kwi Guardian, and how if he is willing, his services could be used to take down an Evil Dark Jedi that has been haunting the people of the mining outpost on Dantooine.
He is sceptical at first, but I assure him that there are Doctors ready in case things go sour, and that his services would be much aprecitated. He agree's that the galaxy must be rid of this vile Jedi, and we head off to Dantooine. On the transport heading towards Dantooine I cannot sleep, so I eat some ryshcake, and drink some Brandy to pass the time. We both arive at our target, and the Dark Jedi Master is doing his dirty work on the popluation at the mining outpost.
This has to look good, I think to myself preparing for battle. I quickly pop off a few shots at the dark jedi, assuring my real quary that I am indeed there to kill the Dark Jedi.
There will be two Jedi to die today, I think to myself, and this will be thouroughly enjoyable.
I wait till my quary starts to battle with the Dark jedi Master. I pull out my ever trusty bomb droid and tell it to quickly go explode at my target's feet. The droid only made it half way there though, when the Dark Jedi Master zapped it with lightning, shorting the droid's circuts.
Damn, I think to myself, I quickly run over to the droid and replace the broken circutry, then send it back on its mission.
Success, the droid blew up at my target's feet. I then proceeded to load into him with my carbine, hoping to knock him down.
Bang, My target hit his back, but a friend was there to help him back up(actually, i accidentally hit him with another knockdown, but meh, this at least gives him a viable reason for standing up).
I continue firing at my mark, when out of nowhere i get hit in the back of the head. I turn around to see fists flying at me. I attemt to dodge both the Jedi and this unarmed fighter at the same time, but in no time at all the Jedi lands his blow, severing my head from my body.
As I wake up in the cloning facility, with a major headache I might add, I see my ex target leaving the planet. Well I think to myself, another day, another dollar, I wish you the best of luck young Jedi...
That is the best Jedi Hunt I've ever had, even though I lost, and this Jedi and I got to talking, we both had a great time, and he congratulated me for my successfull attempt to get to him even though his mission was bugged and looking like he was offline.
So I hop on my Swoop, and start the ride back. The ride goes along nicely, those Pesky Nightsisters arn't bothering me today, that is good. But as I aproach the outpost I get attacked, I look behind me to see a Rho Kwi guardian running after me. I decide to hightale it into the outpost hoping somebody is there to help. As I get in my Rescuer emerges. I am thankfull for the help, as now I don't have to run around for the next little while trying to evade this thing( I was unbuffed, and un-armored = I was screwed )
But then as I look upon my resquer, I am shocked. It is the same Jedi that I have been hired to kill. But he is fully prepared, and I am without hope to try and beat him. I now know what I must do, I quickly hop a transport back to Coronet, and grab some buffs, only the best will do. After I'm all ready, phisically and mentally, I grab my trusty scatter pistol and head back to the transport. I purchase my ticket and climb aboard.
The flight is not a long one but I get the sleep I need before the hunt begins. As soon as I leave the transport I turn the saftey off on my pistol and head into the cloning facility. In a back room, I set my droid down and begin programming it. It accepts the mission, and i leave the facility. 10 Minutes later, after a few more people have entered and exited, my droid leaves on it's duty, only to tell me that my target is untrackable(not online). Well, I'm unwilling to let all this preparation go to waste, so off I tread in the direction that the Jedi filth was headed. I join a group of hunters hoping that one of them might be my target, but alas, my target is not going to be caught so easily.
I continue to scour the area around the science outpost for what seems like hours, but my search will bear no fruit. I have feeling that my hunt will be without hope when alas, a Dark Jedi Master has been located. Not my Jedi, but this might just be the opportunity I've been hoping for.
I tell the hunters to hold their distance, and that help is on the way. Now let's only hope that the Jedi answers. I get on my comm unit, and start transmitting to a frequency that this Jedi was noted on using in my mission breifing. My first words were simple, and hoping to get the attention of the Jedi.
"How would you like to make some money?" I asked.
It took no time at all and he responded demanding to know who I was. I proceeded to tell him of his heroics when he earlier saved my life from a Rhoe Kwi Guardian, and how if he is willing, his services could be used to take down an Evil Dark Jedi that has been haunting the people of the mining outpost on Dantooine.
He is sceptical at first, but I assure him that there are Doctors ready in case things go sour, and that his services would be much aprecitated. He agree's that the galaxy must be rid of this vile Jedi, and we head off to Dantooine. On the transport heading towards Dantooine I cannot sleep, so I eat some ryshcake, and drink some Brandy to pass the time. We both arive at our target, and the Dark Jedi Master is doing his dirty work on the popluation at the mining outpost.
This has to look good, I think to myself preparing for battle. I quickly pop off a few shots at the dark jedi, assuring my real quary that I am indeed there to kill the Dark Jedi.
There will be two Jedi to die today, I think to myself, and this will be thouroughly enjoyable.
I wait till my quary starts to battle with the Dark jedi Master. I pull out my ever trusty bomb droid and tell it to quickly go explode at my target's feet. The droid only made it half way there though, when the Dark Jedi Master zapped it with lightning, shorting the droid's circuts.
Damn, I think to myself, I quickly run over to the droid and replace the broken circutry, then send it back on its mission.
Success, the droid blew up at my target's feet. I then proceeded to load into him with my carbine, hoping to knock him down.
Bang, My target hit his back, but a friend was there to help him back up(actually, i accidentally hit him with another knockdown, but meh, this at least gives him a viable reason for standing up).
I continue firing at my mark, when out of nowhere i get hit in the back of the head. I turn around to see fists flying at me. I attemt to dodge both the Jedi and this unarmed fighter at the same time, but in no time at all the Jedi lands his blow, severing my head from my body.
As I wake up in the cloning facility, with a major headache I might add, I see my ex target leaving the planet. Well I think to myself, another day, another dollar, I wish you the best of luck young Jedi...
That is the best Jedi Hunt I've ever had, even though I lost, and this Jedi and I got to talking, we both had a great time, and he congratulated me for my successfull attempt to get to him even though his mission was bugged and looking like he was offline.
Deus-ex-Mechanicus
Mon Sep 27, 2004 7:06 pm
#50
Hehe, I finally get to add a great story to this collective work in progress...
Well, I go to the terminal and just pick a random name. 76k mission on a jedi. Now I've never heard of him before, but that will never stop me. So anyways, I send the droid out and get the return: Endor. Beautiful. One easy hop. I'm already buffed, mind buffed, armored, and have alreay eaten my synthsteak and Ahrisa a while ago, so I have an empty stomach. I keep thinking to myself, this just couldn't get any better.
I arrive on Endor and release the seeker to find that h's just a short ride away, 3 km. I pull out the swoop and head on my way. At 100m I store the bike, eat my Canape, and mentally get ready. I get him targeted in my radar and combat queue and step over the hill...just to find him in the middle of an 8 jedi gank squad, including 2 knights. They're all rebel, and knowing the BH luck, I'm Imperial of course. 
Well, certain death and doom has never stopped me before, so I calmy walk right up to them and say hi. Of course, since they're all jedi, they assume that I'm after some other guy in the group and they all get ready to GTEF me. Now, my particular mark decides that he's safe in the middle of this glowstick thorn bush, so he decides that it's a good time to meditate, confident that the others will kill me if I happened to be after him.
After several tense moments, I see that he is starting to regen his health, so I make no more delay. I burst run right through both the knights, past my own mark at another of the jedi farther back. Everyone assumes that I'm after the farther back jedi, so they all give chase and surround him to protect against me. My mark gets up during this and actually starts to laugh at me because he thinks I'm about to die. I suddenly stop in my tracks and run towards the now open, alone and incredibly vulnerable mark.
Well, his smirking didn't last long as my DE-10 shots started to hit him square in the chest. Bleeding, burning, and ultimately dying, I have him down even before his "lol" leaves my screen. A quick run by DBing and I start to book it out of there. I eat my Nutricake to keep going, but of course, it runs out long before 4 of the jedi's Force Run does, so I'm forced to fight. Needless to say, I'm butchered under the combined might of 2 jedi knights, one padawan doing his knight trials, and another mid-level padawan. I didn't get any hate tells, nor was I griefed in any way, but all the jedi kept calling me a "Crazy son of a **edit**". I guess to their minds that a lone BH charging an 8 jedi gank squad would have to have something seriously messed up in his mind. 
In any case, I got my mark, got banned from that guild's city/cantina, and scored 76k credits. All in all, a very good day. 
EDIT: I may be able to use paragraphs, but hitting the enter key to make a space....meh.
Message Edited by Deus-ex-Mechanicus on 09-27-2004 08:14 PM
ThorrValcyn
Mon Sep 27, 2004 9:13 pm
#51
Noble Thayer approached the Bounty Terminal with a bit of anxiety, his hands were just a bit clammy. He punched in his bounty hunters guild ID and was allowed access into the bounty Database. Scrolling through the various targets, he had found a target with a payout in the 80,000 credit range, a young Jedi to be sure. Being his first mark, Noble did not wish to overstep his own abilities by choosing to hunt a Jedi too far above his own skill.
Noble felt his stomach churn just a bit as his slipped through the large crowds of the shady characters that often populated Mos Eisley. Walking up the ramp to the Lucky Despot he caught a few desert demons giving him a hard stare. They would be delt with later. Noble might be apprehensive in his dealings with Jedi, but simple street scum were of no consequence to him. He strode into the Despot, a crashed starship turned cantina, and nodded to the various Valerian henchman who were present.
In one of the back rooms, he found one of his regular contacts, a spynet operative, "What have you got for me on this guy?" He asked.
The operative sighed, "I've been trying to find him, but he has managed to elude all my contacts thus far. What I can give you is his biological signature. If you've got any probe droids, you should be able to locate him and hunt him down."
"Better than nothing, I suppose...Thanks bro, heres a few credits for your trouble." And Noble made his way out of the Despot and towards the outskirts of Mos Eisley. There, he called down his interplanetary probe droid, which would aid him in tracking down the young Jedi. Noble whispered a silent prayer and crossed his fingers, praying that his mark would be found. He didnt want to botch up his first Jedi hunt if it could be avoided.
Several minutes later, as he sat at the Mos Eisley Starport, he recieved a radio transmission: Target located. Mark Located on Endor. Off to Endor he went, he would begin his search at the Smugglers Outpost.
Upon arriving on Endor, Noble proceeded briskly to the local cloning center to preserve himself in case of an...accident... Once this was finished, he set his seeker droid to track the Jedi who had chosen to break the law. Moments later the seeker droid had reported the approximate coordinates of the Jedi. Noble hopped on his trusty swoop and proceeded on target.
Noble's apprehension returned a bit as he came closer and closer to his target. He wondered if this mission would spell his doom or bring him enough credits to buy him a few luxuries that the payout could afford him. His radar showed his target to be close now, but not quite in visual range yet. He decided that stealth would be the best approach, and dismounted his speeder.
Slowly and methodically, Noble approached the waypoint he had for the mark. Then he caught a glimpse of what surely had to be a lightsaber in action, the Jedi was engaged in battle with local creatures. No doubt honing his abilities.. Quickly, he ducked behind a nearby tree. Surveying the area, Noble noticed the presence of a swoop bike that was obviously the Jedi's ride. With a few well placed shots of his trusty Lightning Cannon, the swoop was disabled, and the Jedi had no way to escape.
With the Jedi too busy with his current foe, he could not turn and engage his new enemy safely. Noble ran as hard as he could towards the Jedi. He pulled out his trusty Krayt enhanced Scatter Pistol andfired several shots that left the Jedi burning, bleeding and partially blinded. Before the Jedi had even but a chance, he was incapacitated, or so it seemed. Lying somewhat helplessly on the ground, Noble approached him warily, pistol still at the ready. His heart was racing, and for good reason.
For some reason, his emotions kept him from delivering the final blow to his enemy. "Understand, I am only doing my job, it's nothing personal." Noble whispered to the Jedi.
"Please...Just let me live. I will pay you whatever it is your employer is paying you, plus travel expenses." Was the weak reply he got back.
"Sorry, I couldn't flip my mark for such a paltry amount. My name would be ruined." As Noble said this, a band of what Noble assumed were the Jedi's friends arrived. One of them brandished what appeared to be a DX2 pistol, but he looked as though he hadnt mastered the weapon yet. The other was one trained in creature handling, and the last was obviously a doctor.
"Let him go, coward!" The doctor shouted.
"Dont be mad, I am only doing my job." Noble came back. Then, without notice, the one with the pistol opened fire on Noble. The shot went wide as Noble dodged it with ease. In return, Noble expertly pulled out his brand new Geonosian Pistol, a rare find. He unleashed a flurry of shots on the poor Pistoleer. All of them landing squarely on target, leaving yet another enemy laying helpless on the ground.
"For your underhandedness, you shall be rewarded." Noble said as he delivered the blow that sent the well meaning pistoleer into the next life. He glared at the remaining two people who had come to the Jedi's aid, "Try anything else, and you will suffer the same fate."
Then another person arrived on the scene, "Please! Leave him be, he has done nothing, and was wrongfully accused."
"Ha! Thats what they always say." Noble replied dryly.
"Believe it or not, I know you bounty hunters care for nothing but credits. With that,I will give you what it is that you want. I can wire you 150,000 credits, in exchange for your word that you will leave us be." The newcomer plead.
Noble thought long and hard. Flipping his mark would be the end of his career if he were to be caught. But still, being out in the middle of nowhere left him little chance of being caught, and the payout was nearly doubled. After a time, Noble nodded, "Fine. I am awaiting confirmation on my datapad of the transfer."
A few moments passed and his datapad beeped with confirmation that the transfer was complete. Without a word, Noble Thayer turned and disappeared into the night.
By Noble- Thayer
ThorrValcyn
Tue Sep 28, 2004 1:49 pm
#52
Two days. A down payment like that will make you think twice about doin' anythin' stupid. I had spent the better part of forty-eight hours trackin' down my mark, and the tree had yielded no fruit. The Imperial network on which I find myself reliant couldn't track a rabid Krayt Dragon with terrets-syndrome through the busiest sections of Coronet, but it's the only way to start the oven, so I use it. I had spent the whole previous day gettin waypoints from Fetcher, my sometimes trusty seeker droid, sometimes floating metallic ball of frustration, and ended up sittin' in a cantina somewhere north of the edge of infinity on Dantooine, tryin to drink away the hole in my wallet and the pain in my ass. That is when I realized my troubles were over. My target was sitting twenty feet away from me.
This is the story of a warrior's demise...
Unbelievable. A days worth of huntin' and a nights worth of drinkin', only to wake up in a random cantina with what I was searchin' for right in front of my face. It took every drop of self-control in the tank to avoid drawing attention to myself as I regained my senses. It actually took me a few minutes to realize that my vibro-knuckler was in plain sight next to me on the table top. I calmly slid my hand accross the table and swept it into my military pack. Tryin' to look as normal as possible, I sortied my datapad and took a readout of his vitals.
He was juiced up on buffs with a mind pool the size of the headache I was sportin'. This definatly wasn't the time. Patience is a virtue, but I lost my virtue back in school, and patience is what kept me from killin' anything that got in my way last night. Now I needed more, because if my mission has any chance of succeedin', the odds of that happenin' went down the sooner I planned on attackin'. I sat there and observed.
His Jedi apparell was the couture de jour. The normal Jedi robe, with the normal chrome-plated bounty hunter bar-be-que attached to his right hand, and a double-bladed bar-be-que to boot. No fun. I have had my share of single-bladed lightsaber dancin' in my career, and I don't like having the added irritation of dodgin' the ass after evadin' the head, no way.
His mind pool readout on my pad bounced around a bit, dropped down to about six-fifty, then back up to around two-grande. He turned to walk out of the cantina, and bumped my right shoulder on his way out. He turned to apologize, and I told him not to worry about it. Always be polite.
I waited a few to give him peace of mind, then headed out the back and sent Fetch to work. Within minutes, I had a waypoint in my pad, my pad in my lap, and my lap on my bike headin' north-northeast through the plains. I made a few distance passes on my mark to re-read his vitals, but the targeting macro I recently programmed into my helmet seemed to be a bigger waste of time than spankin' a Nightsister elder with a kenetic weapon, they never seem to feel it. A few rounds of this and I was ready to cry. I headed back to the cantina and thought I 'd try a few rounds of somethin' else.
After about an hour in the cantina collectin' my thoughts and stategy, of which I don't tend to carry either on me incase of a random Imperial contraband search, my mark shows up on my radar about a hundred meters away and closing. I walk outside, tatooine sunburn in-hand and he pulls up from the left and proceeds to the mission terminal about twenty meters away from my present location. He looked the same, all except for his mind pool, which had dropped back to six-fifty.
Now, aspiring hunters should not follow this example.
Two days of waitin' and no credits to show for it can make a person do irrational things. Like attack a fully-buffed Jedi Knight just because his mind pool looks sexy. Bad idea. Don't try this at home.
I waltz out to make my move, fingerin' my knuckler all the way. Just to look all casual-like, I take a glance back at some peeps back in the door of the cantina as a cover-up for my backswing. I turn to follow-through with my knuckler, expectin' his face, when I get his thigh. The bugger had already hopped on his bike and started headin' west while I was turned and was in a totally different spot when I struck him than I expected. You know that feelin' when you pull the trigger on a heavy rocket launcher that you thought wasn't loaded, and you end up blowin' half of your family away? Yeah, that was me.
I felt like the dumbest durni on the block as I watched him ride away, no doubt wonderin' what the hell had justhappened, but then I saw him slow down and change direction. Yes, time to get moving. I pulled my bike and hopped on and instead of instigatin' a full-on chase by fleein', I headed right for him. He zipped past me goin the other way and I gunned it west as he headed back east towards the cantina. Distance, I needed distance.
I ran that bike as hard as it could go for about five minutes before pullin' back abit and coastin' to a stop just south of Founding Four. I sent Fetch to gimme some good news and banked hard left and headed for the mining outpost. If he tries to jump the planet, I'm sure as hell gonna be ready.
Two minutes later Fetch sends a coord back to my readout and I adjust coarse south-southeast just past the outpost and continue on that heading until I came to Casa del Diablo. AT that point, my mark was on a southeast heading which would take him to a small town in the southern region of the continent, but he had a good five kilos on me. Guessin' that his ride was at least as swift as mine, I slamed the brake and jolted to a stop next to Casa's shuttleport. I stored my bike and hopped on the shuttle which was already takin' on cargo.
Shuttle rides feel almost instant with the technology these days, but when you are huntin', let alone full-on chasin' a Jedi that is runnin' away from you like a greater sludge panther would run towards you, they feel like an eternity. I hopped off the transport and waited impatiently for Fetch to gimme a signal.
AFter my datapad caught up with my seeker droid, it told me that my mark had changed direction from southeast to southwest and was makin' a b-line for the Imperial outpost. Oh HELL no. I got this news as I was headin' due-west to cut off my targets egress from the south, and banked hard left and slammed it due-south. I was just north of a town that was equipped with a shuttle port, and with four and a half kilos between me and the outpost, and only about two between him and the outpost, I wasn't gonna make it. I pulled up to the shuttleport and jumped right into the transport. I didnt have time to wait, I paid while I rode.
I ended up in the Imp outpost about three minutes before he did, but I needed a place to hide. While tryin' to decide, my mark drives up and dismounts about thirty meters outside the gates of the base. I run into the nearest building which happened to be the cloning facility and waited. He never entered the base, but I could hear stormtroopers and even ranking officers salutin' him as he stood there outside the gates of the outpost.
Great, he's an imp.
What better place can you think to ambush an imp jedi, than an imp base that is filled with heavily armed and fully armored troopers that'll pounce on you faster than a savage quenker? Me neither. I stood there in the cloning facility punchin' random buttons on a clonin' terminal tryin' to look busy for the better part of thirty minutes while I kept a close eye on what my mark was doin'. Very clever he was. He stood ever so casually under the legs of an AT-ST walker waitin' for me to make my move. I stayed there eyein' him on my readout for so long in fact, that I felt that familiar sensation of my heart slowing down and my stomach gettin' weak.
My buffs were fading.
I stayed there till my last ounce of strength left my body and I knew that I was left with no choice. I had to rebuff. The chase had taken so much outta me that I had lost track of time and let my buffs run down to the last minute. Now they were gone and I was in no position to take even an unbuffed Jedi. I had to go. I waited for my mark to move away from the base at least a hundred meters, and I made a break for the terminal.
I stepped off the transport in the mining outpost and was sure that I had failed. I walked towards the cantina and found a doc that was six-packin' peeps and bribed him to take me right away. He stuck me with six needles in half as many minutes and before I knew it I was back on the transport for the Imp outpost with the feelin' of a fresh six-pack runnin' through my veins. I was ready once again.
I hopped off the transport and reached for my datapad to link up with Fetch so I knew how far I was gonna have to run at this point when that bloody macro that never worked, auto-targeted my mark at fifteen meters away! I turned around, ready for anything as my target ran around the corner comin' from the ticket booth and headed right for the collector. I had two things workin' in my favor, not only was I inbetween him and the transport, but his buffs had gone the route of abstinence, they were GONE! This was the moment I had waited for for two stinkin' days. It was here. I was here. He was about to go.
I hurled myself at him in a full frontal assault and knocked him on the ground with the full brunt of my weight, but no sooner had he hit the ground, than every stormtrooper within' a two kilometer radius started shootin' whatever he had in my general direction. I felt a bloody WAVE of blaster fire across my back and it picked my bodily up off the ground and slammed me into the wall of the platform. Luckily for me though, all the blaster fire made such a cloud of dust that noone could see ANYTHING. The only things that were visible were the bolts from the histerical shots of the troopers, and two glowin' beams of purple light about five meters away. Since I was the only one lookin' for those, the dust cloud worked to my advantage.
I rolled out from under the piece of equipment I had been blown under, and plowed head first into the mess of dust and blaster fire. Beams of hot energy were deflectin' left and right off my pricey suit of composite armor that was keepin' me alive long enough to finish the job. I was sure that I'd find myself in that same cloning facility I was in before this was over. I stayed low and worked my way to the jedi. He was tryin' to find where I had be blown to, mabe so he could run the other way, but I got him before he found me. I swept his legs out from under him and made my lethal move before he knew what hit him and scrambled to get somewhere, ANYWHERE except where I was at that particular moment.
I was ten meters away from the door when a trooper radioed in my position to the others and they all redirected their fire and launced a persuit. I had to kill every Imp that was in my way to get out of there, and every turn I made there were more waitin' to blow me away. I could feel my body takin' hits from ALL angles. I have NEVER been in such a fire fight. I was def, blind, and dissoriented, except for one thing, the main gate. I knew exactly where that was, right in my face. I rounded the corner and ran like hell right out of the front of the base that was quiet when I came in and total chaos when I departed. I could feel blaster shots slammin' into the back of my helmet and almost gettin' knocked off my feet as I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
I had distanced myself enough from the base to pull my bike and I hopped on and turned. Right into the path of five AT-STs. My escape was totally cutoff. With no possibility of pressin on through those things, I turned and headed back for the base. I plowed right through about seventy stormtroopers before emerging on the other side a free soul. I turned north-northeast towards the mining outpost and headed for home.
I had a lot of time to think on that long ride back. There were only two thoughts I could possibly focus on. One being that I had just had the most outragious hunt, chase and climax I had ever had, and two...
...mission accomplished.
This is the story of a warrior's demise...
Unbelievable. A days worth of huntin' and a nights worth of drinkin', only to wake up in a random cantina with what I was searchin' for right in front of my face. It took every drop of self-control in the tank to avoid drawing attention to myself as I regained my senses. It actually took me a few minutes to realize that my vibro-knuckler was in plain sight next to me on the table top. I calmly slid my hand accross the table and swept it into my military pack. Tryin' to look as normal as possible, I sortied my datapad and took a readout of his vitals.
He was juiced up on buffs with a mind pool the size of the headache I was sportin'. This definatly wasn't the time. Patience is a virtue, but I lost my virtue back in school, and patience is what kept me from killin' anything that got in my way last night. Now I needed more, because if my mission has any chance of succeedin', the odds of that happenin' went down the sooner I planned on attackin'. I sat there and observed.
His Jedi apparell was the couture de jour. The normal Jedi robe, with the normal chrome-plated bounty hunter bar-be-que attached to his right hand, and a double-bladed bar-be-que to boot. No fun. I have had my share of single-bladed lightsaber dancin' in my career, and I don't like having the added irritation of dodgin' the ass after evadin' the head, no way.
His mind pool readout on my pad bounced around a bit, dropped down to about six-fifty, then back up to around two-grande. He turned to walk out of the cantina, and bumped my right shoulder on his way out. He turned to apologize, and I told him not to worry about it. Always be polite.
I waited a few to give him peace of mind, then headed out the back and sent Fetch to work. Within minutes, I had a waypoint in my pad, my pad in my lap, and my lap on my bike headin' north-northeast through the plains. I made a few distance passes on my mark to re-read his vitals, but the targeting macro I recently programmed into my helmet seemed to be a bigger waste of time than spankin' a Nightsister elder with a kenetic weapon, they never seem to feel it. A few rounds of this and I was ready to cry. I headed back to the cantina and thought I 'd try a few rounds of somethin' else.
After about an hour in the cantina collectin' my thoughts and stategy, of which I don't tend to carry either on me incase of a random Imperial contraband search, my mark shows up on my radar about a hundred meters away and closing. I walk outside, tatooine sunburn in-hand and he pulls up from the left and proceeds to the mission terminal about twenty meters away from my present location. He looked the same, all except for his mind pool, which had dropped back to six-fifty.
Now, aspiring hunters should not follow this example.
Two days of waitin' and no credits to show for it can make a person do irrational things. Like attack a fully-buffed Jedi Knight just because his mind pool looks sexy. Bad idea. Don't try this at home.
I waltz out to make my move, fingerin' my knuckler all the way. Just to look all casual-like, I take a glance back at some peeps back in the door of the cantina as a cover-up for my backswing. I turn to follow-through with my knuckler, expectin' his face, when I get his thigh. The bugger had already hopped on his bike and started headin' west while I was turned and was in a totally different spot when I struck him than I expected. You know that feelin' when you pull the trigger on a heavy rocket launcher that you thought wasn't loaded, and you end up blowin' half of your family away? Yeah, that was me.
I felt like the dumbest durni on the block as I watched him ride away, no doubt wonderin' what the hell had justhappened, but then I saw him slow down and change direction. Yes, time to get moving. I pulled my bike and hopped on and instead of instigatin' a full-on chase by fleein', I headed right for him. He zipped past me goin the other way and I gunned it west as he headed back east towards the cantina. Distance, I needed distance.
I ran that bike as hard as it could go for about five minutes before pullin' back abit and coastin' to a stop just south of Founding Four. I sent Fetch to gimme some good news and banked hard left and headed for the mining outpost. If he tries to jump the planet, I'm sure as hell gonna be ready.
Two minutes later Fetch sends a coord back to my readout and I adjust coarse south-southeast just past the outpost and continue on that heading until I came to Casa del Diablo. AT that point, my mark was on a southeast heading which would take him to a small town in the southern region of the continent, but he had a good five kilos on me. Guessin' that his ride was at least as swift as mine, I slamed the brake and jolted to a stop next to Casa's shuttleport. I stored my bike and hopped on the shuttle which was already takin' on cargo.
Shuttle rides feel almost instant with the technology these days, but when you are huntin', let alone full-on chasin' a Jedi that is runnin' away from you like a greater sludge panther would run towards you, they feel like an eternity. I hopped off the transport and waited impatiently for Fetch to gimme a signal.
AFter my datapad caught up with my seeker droid, it told me that my mark had changed direction from southeast to southwest and was makin' a b-line for the Imperial outpost. Oh HELL no. I got this news as I was headin' due-west to cut off my targets egress from the south, and banked hard left and slammed it due-south. I was just north of a town that was equipped with a shuttle port, and with four and a half kilos between me and the outpost, and only about two between him and the outpost, I wasn't gonna make it. I pulled up to the shuttleport and jumped right into the transport. I didnt have time to wait, I paid while I rode.
I ended up in the Imp outpost about three minutes before he did, but I needed a place to hide. While tryin' to decide, my mark drives up and dismounts about thirty meters outside the gates of the base. I run into the nearest building which happened to be the cloning facility and waited. He never entered the base, but I could hear stormtroopers and even ranking officers salutin' him as he stood there outside the gates of the outpost.
Great, he's an imp.
What better place can you think to ambush an imp jedi, than an imp base that is filled with heavily armed and fully armored troopers that'll pounce on you faster than a savage quenker? Me neither. I stood there in the cloning facility punchin' random buttons on a clonin' terminal tryin' to look busy for the better part of thirty minutes while I kept a close eye on what my mark was doin'. Very clever he was. He stood ever so casually under the legs of an AT-ST walker waitin' for me to make my move. I stayed there eyein' him on my readout for so long in fact, that I felt that familiar sensation of my heart slowing down and my stomach gettin' weak.
My buffs were fading.
I stayed there till my last ounce of strength left my body and I knew that I was left with no choice. I had to rebuff. The chase had taken so much outta me that I had lost track of time and let my buffs run down to the last minute. Now they were gone and I was in no position to take even an unbuffed Jedi. I had to go. I waited for my mark to move away from the base at least a hundred meters, and I made a break for the terminal.
I stepped off the transport in the mining outpost and was sure that I had failed. I walked towards the cantina and found a doc that was six-packin' peeps and bribed him to take me right away. He stuck me with six needles in half as many minutes and before I knew it I was back on the transport for the Imp outpost with the feelin' of a fresh six-pack runnin' through my veins. I was ready once again.
I hopped off the transport and reached for my datapad to link up with Fetch so I knew how far I was gonna have to run at this point when that bloody macro that never worked, auto-targeted my mark at fifteen meters away! I turned around, ready for anything as my target ran around the corner comin' from the ticket booth and headed right for the collector. I had two things workin' in my favor, not only was I inbetween him and the transport, but his buffs had gone the route of abstinence, they were GONE! This was the moment I had waited for for two stinkin' days. It was here. I was here. He was about to go.
I hurled myself at him in a full frontal assault and knocked him on the ground with the full brunt of my weight, but no sooner had he hit the ground, than every stormtrooper within' a two kilometer radius started shootin' whatever he had in my general direction. I felt a bloody WAVE of blaster fire across my back and it picked my bodily up off the ground and slammed me into the wall of the platform. Luckily for me though, all the blaster fire made such a cloud of dust that noone could see ANYTHING. The only things that were visible were the bolts from the histerical shots of the troopers, and two glowin' beams of purple light about five meters away. Since I was the only one lookin' for those, the dust cloud worked to my advantage.
I rolled out from under the piece of equipment I had been blown under, and plowed head first into the mess of dust and blaster fire. Beams of hot energy were deflectin' left and right off my pricey suit of composite armor that was keepin' me alive long enough to finish the job. I was sure that I'd find myself in that same cloning facility I was in before this was over. I stayed low and worked my way to the jedi. He was tryin' to find where I had be blown to, mabe so he could run the other way, but I got him before he found me. I swept his legs out from under him and made my lethal move before he knew what hit him and scrambled to get somewhere, ANYWHERE except where I was at that particular moment.
I was ten meters away from the door when a trooper radioed in my position to the others and they all redirected their fire and launced a persuit. I had to kill every Imp that was in my way to get out of there, and every turn I made there were more waitin' to blow me away. I could feel my body takin' hits from ALL angles. I have NEVER been in such a fire fight. I was def, blind, and dissoriented, except for one thing, the main gate. I knew exactly where that was, right in my face. I rounded the corner and ran like hell right out of the front of the base that was quiet when I came in and total chaos when I departed. I could feel blaster shots slammin' into the back of my helmet and almost gettin' knocked off my feet as I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
I had distanced myself enough from the base to pull my bike and I hopped on and turned. Right into the path of five AT-STs. My escape was totally cutoff. With no possibility of pressin on through those things, I turned and headed back for the base. I plowed right through about seventy stormtroopers before emerging on the other side a free soul. I turned north-northeast towards the mining outpost and headed for home.
I had a lot of time to think on that long ride back. There were only two thoughts I could possibly focus on. One being that I had just had the most outragious hunt, chase and climax I had ever had, and two...
...mission accomplished.
^^^ By Lithic 2000 ^^^