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Thread: Sometimes you're tired of running.....
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SwenLaransa
Fri Jun 17, 2005 1:24 am
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Sometimes you're tired of running. It gets to you after a while and you just need a good clean stand up fight. And it got to me. The bounty hunters were getting relentless and it was starting to cramp my style. I also swear the Lady's standards are failing, not that she had any to begin with. They always show up at the most inopportune time.
I had fallen in with a poor crowd. Do gooder doctor type out to save the galaxy one fuzzy wuzzy at a time. Not much profit in such endeavors, but she was cute and I had nothing better to do. So I got the Giggledust prepped with a nice stash of food, medical supplies, and uh... distractions for the locals. Who said I can't be a good Samaritan and make a few credits while I'm at it?
We landed on Endor and it was raining. I like the rain. The sound is very peaceful and serene. I had just started unloading the cargo why I saw another ship land. An old scarred and battered z-95. But it had been equipped with the best equipment money I didn't have could buy. Something just smelled wrong.
I made a mental note and called to the Twilek I was with. I started back up to the ship to get it prepped to leave then just shook my head and sighed. No good reason to run. Don't even know why I thought to run in the first place. Reflex I suppose. She just looked at me with a slight concern but her eyes told me she had no idea what was going on.
Docking control flagged the ship down to land right next to ours. The pilot, decked out in shiny new composite armor and armed with the latest gadgets and a scatter pistol screamed bounty hunter. It was more the pistol really. The gadgets screamed nerd, but I'm not one to add insult to injury. The bounty hunter started unpacking and fiddling with some little droids and I just shook my head. If they were here for me, they surely could've been more direct. I was within spitting distance.
I nudged the doc I was with and asked if she had any stims handy. After a brief heated discussion where I promised to speak with her later about my drug 'problem', my body was coursing with energy. I chuckled to myself and my companion's only response was, "What's so funny?"
Before I could reply I heard a loud beep from the bounty hunters gizmo box and their head snapped up to look right at me. Finally. I simply waved and fingered the safety off of my pistol. They fired the first shot which was easily missed. I zagged towards them, throwing down a hail of bolts twisting through their fire. Good thing I'm lazy and disorganized when unloading. There was lots of cover to help on the way up.
I leapt over a box of antibiotics and sent the butt of my pistol crashing through the visor of their helmet. The bounty hunter screamed in shock as they flailed backwards, dropping to the ground like a lead weight. A few well placed shots later and they were helpless on the ground.
My lady friend finally caught on to what was going down and shrieked out not to kill them. Believe in life and love! Whatever. Someone tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back. It's the rule. Written somewhere I'm sure but damn, it fits. As I was trying to explain this to her, the bounty hunter managed to get a hand on another gun and fired off a wild shot at me, and barley missing miss sentimental.
A single bolt through the chest and the Lady's minion was no more. They were never this relentless before. Something must be new. Not something to worry about now. One dead hunter is usually enough to send the usual low lifes she hires into a panic. I'd get a few days of peace at least.
As for my lady friend. Well, she made it clear I made the wrong choice. Yeah sure. I'd rather be alive and alone than dead with a smart, attractive, and sensual twilek doctor wishing they'd visited me in my cabin late late at night.
I had fallen in with a poor crowd. Do gooder doctor type out to save the galaxy one fuzzy wuzzy at a time. Not much profit in such endeavors, but she was cute and I had nothing better to do. So I got the Giggledust prepped with a nice stash of food, medical supplies, and uh... distractions for the locals. Who said I can't be a good Samaritan and make a few credits while I'm at it?
We landed on Endor and it was raining. I like the rain. The sound is very peaceful and serene. I had just started unloading the cargo why I saw another ship land. An old scarred and battered z-95. But it had been equipped with the best equipment money I didn't have could buy. Something just smelled wrong.
I made a mental note and called to the Twilek I was with. I started back up to the ship to get it prepped to leave then just shook my head and sighed. No good reason to run. Don't even know why I thought to run in the first place. Reflex I suppose. She just looked at me with a slight concern but her eyes told me she had no idea what was going on.
Docking control flagged the ship down to land right next to ours. The pilot, decked out in shiny new composite armor and armed with the latest gadgets and a scatter pistol screamed bounty hunter. It was more the pistol really. The gadgets screamed nerd, but I'm not one to add insult to injury. The bounty hunter started unpacking and fiddling with some little droids and I just shook my head. If they were here for me, they surely could've been more direct. I was within spitting distance.
I nudged the doc I was with and asked if she had any stims handy. After a brief heated discussion where I promised to speak with her later about my drug 'problem', my body was coursing with energy. I chuckled to myself and my companion's only response was, "What's so funny?"
Before I could reply I heard a loud beep from the bounty hunters gizmo box and their head snapped up to look right at me. Finally. I simply waved and fingered the safety off of my pistol. They fired the first shot which was easily missed. I zagged towards them, throwing down a hail of bolts twisting through their fire. Good thing I'm lazy and disorganized when unloading. There was lots of cover to help on the way up.
I leapt over a box of antibiotics and sent the butt of my pistol crashing through the visor of their helmet. The bounty hunter screamed in shock as they flailed backwards, dropping to the ground like a lead weight. A few well placed shots later and they were helpless on the ground.
My lady friend finally caught on to what was going down and shrieked out not to kill them. Believe in life and love! Whatever. Someone tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back. It's the rule. Written somewhere I'm sure but damn, it fits. As I was trying to explain this to her, the bounty hunter managed to get a hand on another gun and fired off a wild shot at me, and barley missing miss sentimental.
A single bolt through the chest and the Lady's minion was no more. They were never this relentless before. Something must be new. Not something to worry about now. One dead hunter is usually enough to send the usual low lifes she hires into a panic. I'd get a few days of peace at least.
As for my lady friend. Well, she made it clear I made the wrong choice. Yeah sure. I'd rather be alive and alone than dead with a smart, attractive, and sensual twilek doctor wishing they'd visited me in my cabin late late at night.
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