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Green said
Awh. I was thinking of a high-end low-tiered three-way sword fight.


I just thought of something really obvious. Onesie can use swords because she can be programmed with any fighting style. *slaps forehead
I had a swordfighter all of this time. That might open things up for her to fight, but I'd have to explain her not using her gun.
bushidoxisamu2 said
Me, I'd probably fight the army just for the fun of it.


*pokes head into the room, whispering "Evvie clone army..." into your ear all subliminal like.
MerelyaSoul said
I do have a question, are the doors solid iron or bars?


Thick, durable wood reinforced with iron, like this but rectangular:
Nima kept her lightsaber activated as she headed down the blank, sterile looking hallways of the base. Only a camera every 5 meters or so on the ceiling, all of which focusing on her every move, and other light fixtures broke the monotony. That and a pile of defeated droids every once in a while, along with burn marks on the walls where their futile bullets had been fired into, having missed their target entirely or by deflection. She felt like someone was watching her, and not just the obvious on the cameras. No...it was through the force. Someone was close by. Her skills at this wasn't perfect, but she could be sure of at least this much. Her master would have already found the person in question for sure, but all she could do was lift both lightsabers into a defensive position in front of her body and swivel her head around in search of some visual contact to confirm her suspicion.

"I know you're here. Come out with your hands up," she commanded loud enough for him or her to hear from where ever they might be hiding within the general proximity. "As a jedi I have the authority to place you under arrest should you not-"

And then it hit her. A horrible stench that almost made her throw up in her mouth mid sentence. What the heck was that?! A biological weapon? Her force senses didn't warn her of any attack of the sort, not even now that she was experiencing it first hand. She somehow managed to avoid regurgitating her latest meal, although her nose was scrunched up to the extreme. The "poison gas" didn't appear to be fatal because she was experiencing no symptoms other then the most obnoxiously bad smell that she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Had she been strictly someone who relied on the force it would have surely lowered her ability to concentrate, so luckily she relied mostly on her lightsaber combat and could hopefully put aside this distraction why she fought.
On the 20th I'll be moving, so for at least 3 days do not expect any IC replies for sure and maybe, just maybe some OOC replies if I get the chance. If my characters are in a battle at that time, just feel free to defeat them.
No problem.
"Ah, yes, good to see you too. I appreciate all of the assistance that you have given me," he replied formally with a bow.

Although he normally preferred to act silly and event pull a prank or two, Melon didn't dare refuse her. Things were too far out of his comfort zone to be doing such childish antics. He had an all too serious look on his face as he inched forward slowly. As he got within grabbing distance of the plate his eyes quickly scanned the available selection of fruit in front of him. Unfortunately there was no melon, but that would be kind of hard to just pick up and eat right here anyways. He decided on the peach, daintily picking it up with his right hand while taking a step back.

"Thank you, your majesty," he said with a bow. "I am indeed a little hungry."

He wondered if she wanted him to eat it now or later, but made no mention of it so he decided that he might as well just dig in. He took a big bite, juice dripping down his face, which he wiped off with his left sleeve. The peaches here were, while nothing to write home about, which had some of the best selection of fruit available, still perfectly edible. It probably tasted even better due to the hungry he was experiencing. Too bad all of his food rations were burnt to a crisp along with his ship.

"About my...peculiar situation," he brought up, breaking the silence. "For some reason it seems like all of my technology has been malfunctioning ever since I entered the planet's atmosphere. Do you, perhaps, know anything about this? I see that yours is doing just fine."

For a split second he wondered if this group was somehow disabling any outside technology. The thought hadn't entered his mind until he said this. Well, even if it was true, that didn't mean that this group was bad. It could just be a defensive measure that accidentally lead to his crash. He tried not to show any of this consideration on his face, keeping it blank while he waited for a reply. What she said should be able to clear things up...he hoped. He finished off the peach while he waited.
LeeRoy said
My name is genuinely LeeRoy Brightmane. - the E at the end.I'm not afraid of posting my name online, not like it's not an inevitability anyway.


Wow. Sounds like a name that would fit right in with a fantasy genre.

I believe someone already found out my first name by my clue that some character at some point shared my name.
I think just one more person needs to post now before my next one.
I'm working on it.
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