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STATUS: Is it just me, or does MHGen feel so so much easier than 4U? 9 yrs ago
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gaaah, i should have aimed for you when driving up the loading ramp! ^_^
opportunity lost!
Pity that your weight would have thrown off the collision course to begin with.
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in my defense, i spent the majority of the time looking for the speeder and actually getting it to work!!
Suuure. Sounds like excuses to me.
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not anymore, but she is none too happy about being left behind! :O
and don't harkan dare say it was because she was too heavy. that would mean WAR!
-Insert weight comment joke.-
Hey now, don't blame me. You must have truly weighed down that Speeder since I beat you to the shuttle while being on foot.
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
only if you stand in their way ^^
... and you're currently standing in Saleen's way!
<Snipped quote by HeySeuss>
i knew there was something i missed! xD
don't worry, it's up now!
<.<
She's not in the way. D:
Whoops accidental post. @.@
<Snipped quote by Feisty-Pants>
you may want to let MDK (Who is in control the Ambushees) post first.
Oops. ._. Should I delete my post? Didn't see this until after I finished it up.
I thought he did post for the Ambush. (The Square conflict)
Roll call time; we're going to count casualties from the ambush and overall operation on the basis of responses to this. Or we'll grind them up in the next operation-- one way or another, it's time to sort of active from inactive.
@Sep @mdk @Feisty-Pants and @Supertacticalderp are all safe from eaten by the grues.
@The Fated Fallen @ZeusTheMoose @Liono @Ruby @Zoldyck @Whiskers and @MonkeyBusiness are all assumed out unless I hear otherwise. Since the RP is moving forward, I don't feel it's fair to hold the active players up for the inactive. I'm not angry or annoyed, I'm just keepin' it moving here.
Okay. ^_^;
I'm more than happy to move forward.
Ja'vi - Free Running
Theme
The battle swiftly came to a close as the Rebels swiftly packed up to depart away from the conflict while it was in its final throes of desperation and destruction. Popping up over her barricade of cover, her blaster pistol came to bear and poured a trio of shots into the spine of one of the last remaining bounty hunters before she herself bolted from the conflict. She couldn't get across the distance towards the speeder without risking far too dangerous exposure, so there was only one option.
She had to run.
Leaving behind the oddly-armored heavy gunner of course. She was swift, not strong. Carrying such a heavy person would have proven beyond cumbersome.
Darting quickly behind a barrier as one of the last remaining Bounty Hunters fired in her direction, the former Youngling quickly vaulted over a cart of merchant's goods as another shot of blaster fire punched into it. Sending dust and molten metal flying about while she disappeared behind it. Breaking into a full out sprint as she glanced behind her to see a pair of Hunters still in stubborn pursuit, the Twi'lek nimbly kicked off the wall to launch herself upward just as the space where she had once been erupted into a cloud of shattered stone while blaster fire crashed into it.
Sailing through the air for a moment, a hint of a smile betrayed her emotion of the moment. She found serenity in the rush, the exhilaration that crossed her subconscious. Yet even still while one had given up the chase, another still stubbornly remained.
What she couldn't do was lead them right back to the Rebel Ship.
Nor could she engage him in direct combat. There was not a moment to spare, after all. Getting left behind didn't sound adventurous in the least, in all truth, it sounded absolutely dangerous and reckless. So while she ran, darting from one rooftop to the next across the skyline of the city as she made a beeline for the Rebel Ship, she gathered the extent of her focus into a singular point.
It came with a humorous question to boot.
What's red, and very bad for a Bounty Hunter's skull?
A brick.
As he chased her, the Bounty Hunter's sight slowly gained on the Twi'lek as his focus remained rather zealously upon her. What he didn't expect however, was the sudden mysterious lift of a piece of red mortar off of a Cart; of which zipped through the air and collided violently with the side of his unaware temple. He too then dropped like a sack of potatoes as she leapt across the final distance and made the final sprint for the Rebel Shuttle.
Swinging into the ship and landing in a rather feline nature upon her feet just a minute or two after the Shuttle, the rapid rise and fall of her chest signified the exertion of her effort on many measures.
Glancing over to Besk as they rummaged through the spoils of war, the Twi'lek had but only one question. Of which was reflected in her melodic, but somber voice.
"Well, that was fun. Did everyone get the evacuation they needed, sir? Or do I need be heading out to buy more time?"
Theme
The battle swiftly came to a close as the Rebels swiftly packed up to depart away from the conflict while it was in its final throes of desperation and destruction. Popping up over her barricade of cover, her blaster pistol came to bear and poured a trio of shots into the spine of one of the last remaining bounty hunters before she herself bolted from the conflict. She couldn't get across the distance towards the speeder without risking far too dangerous exposure, so there was only one option.
She had to run.
Leaving behind the oddly-armored heavy gunner of course. She was swift, not strong. Carrying such a heavy person would have proven beyond cumbersome.
Darting quickly behind a barrier as one of the last remaining Bounty Hunters fired in her direction, the former Youngling quickly vaulted over a cart of merchant's goods as another shot of blaster fire punched into it. Sending dust and molten metal flying about while she disappeared behind it. Breaking into a full out sprint as she glanced behind her to see a pair of Hunters still in stubborn pursuit, the Twi'lek nimbly kicked off the wall to launch herself upward just as the space where she had once been erupted into a cloud of shattered stone while blaster fire crashed into it.
Sailing through the air for a moment, a hint of a smile betrayed her emotion of the moment. She found serenity in the rush, the exhilaration that crossed her subconscious. Yet even still while one had given up the chase, another still stubbornly remained.
What she couldn't do was lead them right back to the Rebel Ship.
Nor could she engage him in direct combat. There was not a moment to spare, after all. Getting left behind didn't sound adventurous in the least, in all truth, it sounded absolutely dangerous and reckless. So while she ran, darting from one rooftop to the next across the skyline of the city as she made a beeline for the Rebel Ship, she gathered the extent of her focus into a singular point.
It came with a humorous question to boot.
What's red, and very bad for a Bounty Hunter's skull?
A brick.
As he chased her, the Bounty Hunter's sight slowly gained on the Twi'lek as his focus remained rather zealously upon her. What he didn't expect however, was the sudden mysterious lift of a piece of red mortar off of a Cart; of which zipped through the air and collided violently with the side of his unaware temple. He too then dropped like a sack of potatoes as she leapt across the final distance and made the final sprint for the Rebel Shuttle.
Swinging into the ship and landing in a rather feline nature upon her feet just a minute or two after the Shuttle, the rapid rise and fall of her chest signified the exertion of her effort on many measures.
Glancing over to Besk as they rummaged through the spoils of war, the Twi'lek had but only one question. Of which was reflected in her melodic, but somber voice.
"Well, that was fun. Did everyone get the evacuation they needed, sir? Or do I need be heading out to buy more time?"
I'll be working on a post momentarily.
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you may get to pilot it, but don't you dare booting me off!
i'm the one with the big gun! >:D
Big guns cause more problems than they help. <.<
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