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Pity that your weight would have thrown off the collision course to begin with.
it. would. NOT!
careful now! otherwise ja'vi might experience how it feels to have saleen's weight used against her! >:D
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it. would. NOT!
careful now! otherwise ja'vi might experience how it feels to have saleen's weight used against her! >:D
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Suuure. Sounds like excuses to me.
gaaah, i should have aimed for you when driving up the loading ramp! ^_^
opportunity lost!
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-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.
in my defense, i spent the majority of the time looking for the speeder and actually getting it to work!!
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<.<
She's not in the way. D:
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!
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Big guns cause more problems than they help. <.<
only if you stand in their way ^^
... and you're currently standing in Saleen's way!
@Rithy Please be sure to post your character sheet in the character tab. Thanks. ;)
i knew there was something i missed! xD
don't worry, it's up now!
"I need a transport!"
That was Saleen's immediate thought as she scoured the battlefield for any means of transport. Spotting a small garage at the side of the complex, she rushed over and entered the building.
There were only a few speeders and hover vehicles. Two of them were crushed under the rubble as parts of the roof in the garage had collapsed down upon them during the heavy fighter. The only vehicle that remained functional was a speeder painted in an obnoxious yellow and black taxi checker theme.
"Just what I needed!"
Jumping into the speeder, Saleen leaned forward to reach under the main console, when the sudden realization struck her!
"Wait, how do I hotwire this thing in the first place?"
She had seen it done in countless movies and holovids, and even witnessed a twi'lek scum do it to her friends car. What she had never really seen was the minute details of the procedure however!
"I don't got time for this!"
"Halt! Wait for me!" Suddenly sounded as one of the bounty hunters from the battle, a Gran, came running over to the cab.
"I need a ride!"
Inside her helmet, Saleen's jaw had just dropped. This was of course invisible to the bounty hunter, who looked down at the quiet woman and raised an eyebrow.
"The rebels are getting away!"
"Oh, right. That's right!" Saleen finally said, as she switched character from rebel to fellow bounty hunter. It was fortunate for her that she did not wear any rebel armor. The Gran must have mistaken her for a fellow mercenary, the fool!
" ... I can't get this thing to work!"
"You can't even hotwire a car?!" The Gran exclaimed, before motioning for Saleen to move to the passenger seat.
"You're one of the new guys, aren't you? Stand back, I'll show you how it's done!"
Moving aside as the bounty hunter entered the car, the Gran reached his hands under the steering wheel. As a visible spark flew out from under the console, the engine on the speeder began to hum to life, as it levitated half a meter further up into the air.
"Look, it's easy." The bounty hunter explained as he sat back up, before looking over at Saleen.
"Say, I don't recall you... you came in another shuttle?"
" ... I guess so?" Saleen reasoned, shrugging her shoulders.
"That doesn't make sense. There was only one shuttle ride."
Saleen became quiet, as an awkward silence ensued between the two mercenaries. A sign of revelation suddenly passed over the Gran's many eyes, as Saleen began to feel the ignorance that had been her cloak earlier was no longer worker.
In the next moment, the two mercenaries both reached for their sidearms. The Gran was quicker than Saleen however, and managed to raise his blaster and fire off a shot right at Saleen's chest. The blaster shot hit her chestplate where it dissipated into a blastmark, and knocked Saleen backwards in the Car. But by this time, Saleen had managed to pull her own heavy calibre slugthrower, and with a loud bang; fired off a heavy slug that tore completely through the heavy leather armor of the bounty hunter. He roiled back as alien blood was splattered all over the interior of the car, including on Saleen!
"I'll be taking over from here." Saleen explained, before she grabbed the Gran and pushed him into the back seats of the speeder, painting even more of the car in alien blood in the process. Shuffling her butt over to the main driver seat and putting on her seatbelt, she downed the gas and flew out from the garage, swooping past the square where the battle had taken place and out into the city as she headed for the shuttle's location.
*
Driving like a drunk through the city, she inadvertently knocked over a lamppost and one communication booth in the short run to the shuttle. When she saw the rebels as they prepared to take off, she pushed the gas down even more as she drove right up onto the landing platform. As she approached the ramp of the shuttle, she hit the brakes, but it was not enough to stop the speeder. The speeder continued up the loading ramp of the shuttle at a dangerous speed, narrowly missing some rebels that had to jump out of the way, before it crashed into the back of the truck!
As she collided with the back of the truck, her helmet was slammed into the steering wheel! The Gran bounty hunter who had been lying in the back of the cab was tossed out, before promptly being splattered to the back of the truck she had just crashed into.
Looking around at the rest of the rebels in the back of the shuttle, Saleen unbuckled her seat belt before she opened the door to the cab and stepped out. Looking around at the rebels, she glared at them from behind her helmet.
"Who's bright idea was it to leave me behind?!" She suddenly yelled. But as she moved to lean on the side of the cab, the front of the cab that was currently wedged into the back of the truck suddenly burst into flames, causing Saleen to immediately jump to the side!
That was Saleen's immediate thought as she scoured the battlefield for any means of transport. Spotting a small garage at the side of the complex, she rushed over and entered the building.
There were only a few speeders and hover vehicles. Two of them were crushed under the rubble as parts of the roof in the garage had collapsed down upon them during the heavy fighter. The only vehicle that remained functional was a speeder painted in an obnoxious yellow and black taxi checker theme.
"Just what I needed!"
Jumping into the speeder, Saleen leaned forward to reach under the main console, when the sudden realization struck her!
"Wait, how do I hotwire this thing in the first place?"
She had seen it done in countless movies and holovids, and even witnessed a twi'lek scum do it to her friends car. What she had never really seen was the minute details of the procedure however!
"I don't got time for this!"
"Halt! Wait for me!" Suddenly sounded as one of the bounty hunters from the battle, a Gran, came running over to the cab.
"I need a ride!"
Inside her helmet, Saleen's jaw had just dropped. This was of course invisible to the bounty hunter, who looked down at the quiet woman and raised an eyebrow.
"The rebels are getting away!"
"Oh, right. That's right!" Saleen finally said, as she switched character from rebel to fellow bounty hunter. It was fortunate for her that she did not wear any rebel armor. The Gran must have mistaken her for a fellow mercenary, the fool!
" ... I can't get this thing to work!"
"You can't even hotwire a car?!" The Gran exclaimed, before motioning for Saleen to move to the passenger seat.
"You're one of the new guys, aren't you? Stand back, I'll show you how it's done!"
Moving aside as the bounty hunter entered the car, the Gran reached his hands under the steering wheel. As a visible spark flew out from under the console, the engine on the speeder began to hum to life, as it levitated half a meter further up into the air.
"Look, it's easy." The bounty hunter explained as he sat back up, before looking over at Saleen.
"Say, I don't recall you... you came in another shuttle?"
" ... I guess so?" Saleen reasoned, shrugging her shoulders.
"That doesn't make sense. There was only one shuttle ride."
Saleen became quiet, as an awkward silence ensued between the two mercenaries. A sign of revelation suddenly passed over the Gran's many eyes, as Saleen began to feel the ignorance that had been her cloak earlier was no longer worker.
In the next moment, the two mercenaries both reached for their sidearms. The Gran was quicker than Saleen however, and managed to raise his blaster and fire off a shot right at Saleen's chest. The blaster shot hit her chestplate where it dissipated into a blastmark, and knocked Saleen backwards in the Car. But by this time, Saleen had managed to pull her own heavy calibre slugthrower, and with a loud bang; fired off a heavy slug that tore completely through the heavy leather armor of the bounty hunter. He roiled back as alien blood was splattered all over the interior of the car, including on Saleen!
"I'll be taking over from here." Saleen explained, before she grabbed the Gran and pushed him into the back seats of the speeder, painting even more of the car in alien blood in the process. Shuffling her butt over to the main driver seat and putting on her seatbelt, she downed the gas and flew out from the garage, swooping past the square where the battle had taken place and out into the city as she headed for the shuttle's location.
*
Driving like a drunk through the city, she inadvertently knocked over a lamppost and one communication booth in the short run to the shuttle. When she saw the rebels as they prepared to take off, she pushed the gas down even more as she drove right up onto the landing platform. As she approached the ramp of the shuttle, she hit the brakes, but it was not enough to stop the speeder. The speeder continued up the loading ramp of the shuttle at a dangerous speed, narrowly missing some rebels that had to jump out of the way, before it crashed into the back of the truck!
As she collided with the back of the truck, her helmet was slammed into the steering wheel! The Gran bounty hunter who had been lying in the back of the cab was tossed out, before promptly being splattered to the back of the truck she had just crashed into.
Looking around at the rest of the rebels in the back of the shuttle, Saleen unbuckled her seat belt before she opened the door to the cab and stepped out. Looking around at the rebels, she glared at them from behind her helmet.
"Who's bright idea was it to leave me behind?!" She suddenly yelled. But as she moved to lean on the side of the cab, the front of the cab that was currently wedged into the back of the truck suddenly burst into flames, causing Saleen to immediately jump to the side!
Name: Saleen Re’Revoure
Race: Human, Caucasian/Blond
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance:
A quick summary of Saleen’s physical appearance would be a healthy and strong frame, perhaps a little amazonian in appearance. She adheres to a regime of heavy physical training, and thus has a medium to heavy frame. She is by no means a bodybuilder, but has gained a visible sturdiness from her training. Strong arms, strong back, and stronger legs which might give her a slightly bottom heavy look. She is very tall as well, standing at 6.1ft in height.
Her hair is golden blond, and she usually has it in the form of a ponytail.
Equipment:
Saleen carries a lot of personal gadgets and home-made armor. The base of her attire consists of a simple yet flexible skin tight and elastic jumpsuit that can withstand the vacuum of space, and also offers decent protection against the elements, be it heat or cold. Over her jumpsuit, she wears an assortment of different plates of duraplast armor latched and bonded onto her suit in a rather crude fashion, consisting of mainly five pieces, a helm, a chestguard with pauldrons, a pair of heavy gloves running to her elbows, and a pair of heavy boots running up to her knees and a pair of heavy cuisses protecting her front thighs.
She wears a series of thick duraplast plates as opposed to a full set of armor. While the plates don't cover as much of her body, they are considerably thicker than normal bodyarmor. She can shrug off most lower caliber shots that hits her armored plates without much worry, and can even survive heavier fire as well. Her jumpsuit however offers no protection if hit.
Her helmet is a heavier version of a pilot’s helmet, with sloped armor running out across the sides of her face into the shape of a rising eagle, and a blue, one way shaded visor in front. She has a camera and flashlight attached to the side of her helmet, enabling her to record the battlefield and relay information back to a central command, or store it for use or analysis later. Out from behind her helmet flows a large, white ponytail that runs down to her back. It is not her actual hair, but artificial hair attached to the helmet itself for no other reason than vanity. Her helmet also has a connection to a small oxygen tank built into the back of her chestplate in the form of two redundant plastic cables.
The metal’s default color is that of a darker gray, but parts of its surface has been painted abyss black, with silvery lines running in intricate patterns across the plates. At the base of her belt in front, she wears a blue loincloth hanging from her lower waist.
Due to her background as an artist, she also spends a lot of time decorating her armor. The concept of camouflage is alien to her, as she values appearance over disappearance whether it be on the battlefield or in social circles. This can be seen in the delicate and intricate patterns that she so often paints on her armor, or the animal feathers that she uses to decorate her underlines of her shoulderpads with.
Weapons:
- Light Repeating Blaster(main). Her heavy Repeating Blaster is her prime weapon of choice. It requires two hands to wield, and can be attached to her specialized energy backpack with a cord to remove the need to switch individual power cells. Like her armor, she has painted her weapon as well and embellished it with intricate symbols and designs of silver on a pitch black surface. It has an in-built targeter connected to her visor that enables her to see where she is aiming even while firing from the hip, thus eliminating the need for aiming down sight unless hit by an electromagnetic blast.
- Slug-thrower pistol. Her sidearm is a slug pistol that fires physical bullets as opposed to blaster rounds, and uses a high caliber. Only has eight rounds.
- Her melee weapon is a small, jagged and electric machete that can be electrically charged to stun opponents upon touching a conductive surface.
Gadgets:
- Holobinoculars. Essentially a more future version of a set of binoculars which can zoom in on distant targets, as well as have a nightvision and thermal mode that can be toggled on or off.
- 3 smoke grenades and 3 neurotoxin grenades at the bottom front of her chestplate. They look dangerously similar.
- Ammo backpack. Carries a jet black backpack overfilled with energy cells for her blaster. Heavy, unwieldy, but carries enough energized death to fire for a long time. Can be connected directly into her repeater through an insulated cable so that she doesn't have to switch individual energy cells during battle.
- Her boots are magnetic, and she has small thrusters attached to her armor that enables her to maneuver around in zergo-G environments. Thrusters are too weak to work in normal gravity however.
Strengths:
- Is heavily armored from the front and somewhat from the sides. It is from behind that she is the least armored, as her jumpsuit is mostly exposed from the beginning of her lower back and down to her knees.
- Her suit can operate in hostile environments and without oxygen for minutes. This renders her immune to most chemical and biological attacks, and she can walk outside of spaceships.
- Has a lot of utility items.
Weaknesses
- Values appearance over camouflage. Stands out like a sore thumb a lot of the time due to her liberated artistic soul.
- While she is strong, she is still weighed down somewhat by her excessive equipment and armor
- Lacks real training. Prefers to overcome foes through superior firepower or brute force.
Background:
Saleen was born into a rather boring upper middle income family on Coruscant, sharing the space with only her older sister. Very early in her life, she decided that she wanted to become an artist, and so convinced her parents to let her go to art school at the later stages of her education. She managed to enter one of the more prestigious art schools on the planet. But she often got into arguments with her peers as she had a tendency to criticize their work rather verbally, and she took grave offense at the slightest unfavorable murmur towards one of her own projects. This went to the point that there were episodes where she engaged in fights with her fellow students and even smashed their projects. This got to the point where she once proclaimed the destruction of an large glass construct by one of her fellow classmates, as an act of art itself to show the futility of life itself against the currents of change. Most of her fellow students did not share her perspective, and Saleen eventually got expelled from the school.
Blaming her failure on the lack of personal inspiration rather than social etiquette, Saleen wanted to get some inspiration for future artwork and decided that dangers and adventure was the way to go, as she had ‘learned’ through the consumption of a great volume of books and movies.
Deciding that she wanted to become a mercenary and bounty hunter, she bought herself a blaster, a cool leather outfit and went straight to the outer rim with only a brief goodbye to her parents, telling them she was on an art project.
Her confidence soared after the success of her first mission, which consisted of guarding a spice shipment, with a rather hefty pay. The fact that absolutely nothing had happened during the actual mission short of a near crash with another cargo freighter didn’t stop Saleen from taking the success as a sign that she was a natural talent within the mercenary business.
Her second mission did not go as well. Emboldened, she signed up for a bounty to take down a jedi and his padawan on a desert world. However, the mission failed when the jedi lured Saleen and her fellow bounty hunters into a rancor lair, and the whole bounty ended with a team of terrified bounty hunters with Saleen in front running away for their lives whilst screaming on the top of their lungs!
After failing her first bounty mission, she decided to go back to armed escort services instead. Her third mission was therefore to guard a large fuel shipment on the same desert world. But when the shipment was attacked by raiders, a fight broke out between the mercenaries and raiders. The raiders ceased their attack however when a stray shot from Saleen’s blaster set off a chain reaction among the fuel tank and blew the entire convoy up, throwing mercenaries and raiders skyhigh! Saleen was badly damaged during the explosion, but managed to limp back to a speeder, return to the nearest settlement, and get a ticket off-world before her customer could learn what had happened to his shipment.
After that mission, Saleen decided to invest in her own personalized suit of armor and weaponry, and took on a series of other missions with varying degrees of success. Up until that point, her only contact with the rebels had been through sporadic and mostly uneventful encounters with their people. She usually steered clear of them, with the exception of one mission where she was hired by a local to trash a bar that was secretly used as a hub by the rebels, resulting in a frantic firefight that ravaged half the town in a chaotic free-for-all between mercenaries, local police, criminals, empire soldiers, local militia and rebels. It was not until she was contacted by her sister, which by that point was working for the rebels, that she was persuaded to, if not help them, work for them as a hired gun. Personally, Saleen was quite curious about the rebels, having heard many romantic stories about the great adventures they partook upon at local taverns and bars. Believing that an experience within the rebels was just what her artistic integrity needed, Saleen decided to join them. She only hopes none of the rebels she met would remember her from her last meeting with them.
Race: Human, Caucasian/Blond
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance:
A quick summary of Saleen’s physical appearance would be a healthy and strong frame, perhaps a little amazonian in appearance. She adheres to a regime of heavy physical training, and thus has a medium to heavy frame. She is by no means a bodybuilder, but has gained a visible sturdiness from her training. Strong arms, strong back, and stronger legs which might give her a slightly bottom heavy look. She is very tall as well, standing at 6.1ft in height.
Her hair is golden blond, and she usually has it in the form of a ponytail.
Equipment:
Saleen carries a lot of personal gadgets and home-made armor. The base of her attire consists of a simple yet flexible skin tight and elastic jumpsuit that can withstand the vacuum of space, and also offers decent protection against the elements, be it heat or cold. Over her jumpsuit, she wears an assortment of different plates of duraplast armor latched and bonded onto her suit in a rather crude fashion, consisting of mainly five pieces, a helm, a chestguard with pauldrons, a pair of heavy gloves running to her elbows, and a pair of heavy boots running up to her knees and a pair of heavy cuisses protecting her front thighs.
She wears a series of thick duraplast plates as opposed to a full set of armor. While the plates don't cover as much of her body, they are considerably thicker than normal bodyarmor. She can shrug off most lower caliber shots that hits her armored plates without much worry, and can even survive heavier fire as well. Her jumpsuit however offers no protection if hit.
Her helmet is a heavier version of a pilot’s helmet, with sloped armor running out across the sides of her face into the shape of a rising eagle, and a blue, one way shaded visor in front. She has a camera and flashlight attached to the side of her helmet, enabling her to record the battlefield and relay information back to a central command, or store it for use or analysis later. Out from behind her helmet flows a large, white ponytail that runs down to her back. It is not her actual hair, but artificial hair attached to the helmet itself for no other reason than vanity. Her helmet also has a connection to a small oxygen tank built into the back of her chestplate in the form of two redundant plastic cables.
The metal’s default color is that of a darker gray, but parts of its surface has been painted abyss black, with silvery lines running in intricate patterns across the plates. At the base of her belt in front, she wears a blue loincloth hanging from her lower waist.
Due to her background as an artist, she also spends a lot of time decorating her armor. The concept of camouflage is alien to her, as she values appearance over disappearance whether it be on the battlefield or in social circles. This can be seen in the delicate and intricate patterns that she so often paints on her armor, or the animal feathers that she uses to decorate her underlines of her shoulderpads with.
Weapons:
- Light Repeating Blaster(main). Her heavy Repeating Blaster is her prime weapon of choice. It requires two hands to wield, and can be attached to her specialized energy backpack with a cord to remove the need to switch individual power cells. Like her armor, she has painted her weapon as well and embellished it with intricate symbols and designs of silver on a pitch black surface. It has an in-built targeter connected to her visor that enables her to see where she is aiming even while firing from the hip, thus eliminating the need for aiming down sight unless hit by an electromagnetic blast.
- Slug-thrower pistol. Her sidearm is a slug pistol that fires physical bullets as opposed to blaster rounds, and uses a high caliber. Only has eight rounds.
- Her melee weapon is a small, jagged and electric machete that can be electrically charged to stun opponents upon touching a conductive surface.
Gadgets:
- Holobinoculars. Essentially a more future version of a set of binoculars which can zoom in on distant targets, as well as have a nightvision and thermal mode that can be toggled on or off.
- 3 smoke grenades and 3 neurotoxin grenades at the bottom front of her chestplate. They look dangerously similar.
- Ammo backpack. Carries a jet black backpack overfilled with energy cells for her blaster. Heavy, unwieldy, but carries enough energized death to fire for a long time. Can be connected directly into her repeater through an insulated cable so that she doesn't have to switch individual energy cells during battle.
- Her boots are magnetic, and she has small thrusters attached to her armor that enables her to maneuver around in zergo-G environments. Thrusters are too weak to work in normal gravity however.
Strengths:
- Is heavily armored from the front and somewhat from the sides. It is from behind that she is the least armored, as her jumpsuit is mostly exposed from the beginning of her lower back and down to her knees.
- Her suit can operate in hostile environments and without oxygen for minutes. This renders her immune to most chemical and biological attacks, and she can walk outside of spaceships.
- Has a lot of utility items.
Weaknesses
- Values appearance over camouflage. Stands out like a sore thumb a lot of the time due to her liberated artistic soul.
- While she is strong, she is still weighed down somewhat by her excessive equipment and armor
- Lacks real training. Prefers to overcome foes through superior firepower or brute force.
Background:
Saleen was born into a rather boring upper middle income family on Coruscant, sharing the space with only her older sister. Very early in her life, she decided that she wanted to become an artist, and so convinced her parents to let her go to art school at the later stages of her education. She managed to enter one of the more prestigious art schools on the planet. But she often got into arguments with her peers as she had a tendency to criticize their work rather verbally, and she took grave offense at the slightest unfavorable murmur towards one of her own projects. This went to the point that there were episodes where she engaged in fights with her fellow students and even smashed their projects. This got to the point where she once proclaimed the destruction of an large glass construct by one of her fellow classmates, as an act of art itself to show the futility of life itself against the currents of change. Most of her fellow students did not share her perspective, and Saleen eventually got expelled from the school.
Blaming her failure on the lack of personal inspiration rather than social etiquette, Saleen wanted to get some inspiration for future artwork and decided that dangers and adventure was the way to go, as she had ‘learned’ through the consumption of a great volume of books and movies.
Deciding that she wanted to become a mercenary and bounty hunter, she bought herself a blaster, a cool leather outfit and went straight to the outer rim with only a brief goodbye to her parents, telling them she was on an art project.
Her confidence soared after the success of her first mission, which consisted of guarding a spice shipment, with a rather hefty pay. The fact that absolutely nothing had happened during the actual mission short of a near crash with another cargo freighter didn’t stop Saleen from taking the success as a sign that she was a natural talent within the mercenary business.
Her second mission did not go as well. Emboldened, she signed up for a bounty to take down a jedi and his padawan on a desert world. However, the mission failed when the jedi lured Saleen and her fellow bounty hunters into a rancor lair, and the whole bounty ended with a team of terrified bounty hunters with Saleen in front running away for their lives whilst screaming on the top of their lungs!
After failing her first bounty mission, she decided to go back to armed escort services instead. Her third mission was therefore to guard a large fuel shipment on the same desert world. But when the shipment was attacked by raiders, a fight broke out between the mercenaries and raiders. The raiders ceased their attack however when a stray shot from Saleen’s blaster set off a chain reaction among the fuel tank and blew the entire convoy up, throwing mercenaries and raiders skyhigh! Saleen was badly damaged during the explosion, but managed to limp back to a speeder, return to the nearest settlement, and get a ticket off-world before her customer could learn what had happened to his shipment.
After that mission, Saleen decided to invest in her own personalized suit of armor and weaponry, and took on a series of other missions with varying degrees of success. Up until that point, her only contact with the rebels had been through sporadic and mostly uneventful encounters with their people. She usually steered clear of them, with the exception of one mission where she was hired by a local to trash a bar that was secretly used as a hub by the rebels, resulting in a frantic firefight that ravaged half the town in a chaotic free-for-all between mercenaries, local police, criminals, empire soldiers, local militia and rebels. It was not until she was contacted by her sister, which by that point was working for the rebels, that she was persuaded to, if not help them, work for them as a hired gun. Personally, Saleen was quite curious about the rebels, having heard many romantic stories about the great adventures they partook upon at local taverns and bars. Believing that an experience within the rebels was just what her artistic integrity needed, Saleen decided to join them. She only hopes none of the rebels she met would remember her from her last meeting with them.
A maniacal laughter warped through a helmet could be heard across the square as Saleen continued firing her repeater at the bounty hunter's last known position. It took some seconds for her to realize that the rest of the rebel fighters were no longer firing, something which made her look up and around her.
At this point, the barrel of her repeater gun was glowing red-hot. Any drop of water that touched the foremost portion of her weapon was immediately vaporized, as a small cloud of steam emanated from the searing barrel.
On the other end of the square, there remained nothing but destroyed architecture and corpses, half-molten crates, charred remains and a single lone twi'lek that represented the sole survivor on the bounty hunter side, huddled beneath cover.
"What? Why aren't we shooting?" Saleen asked out to the rest of the fighters with a genuinely disappointed tone.
"Don't tell me the fight's already over!"
"It probably is... "
However, as Saleen turned her head to look around her, she soon realized that every other single rebel fighter had disappeared; the only signs of where their firing line had once been was a series of spent power cells and the occasional splatter of blood on the surface.
As the realization dawned on her that they had just left without her, she clenched her fists before violently kicking a random grenade that lay on the ground next to her!
"Dammit!!!"
She cursed out loud and threw her arms to the sky, all the while the grenade detonated and blew up a random space sausage kiosk in the background!
At this point, the barrel of her repeater gun was glowing red-hot. Any drop of water that touched the foremost portion of her weapon was immediately vaporized, as a small cloud of steam emanated from the searing barrel.
On the other end of the square, there remained nothing but destroyed architecture and corpses, half-molten crates, charred remains and a single lone twi'lek that represented the sole survivor on the bounty hunter side, huddled beneath cover.
"What? Why aren't we shooting?" Saleen asked out to the rest of the fighters with a genuinely disappointed tone.
"Don't tell me the fight's already over!"
"It probably is... "
However, as Saleen turned her head to look around her, she soon realized that every other single rebel fighter had disappeared; the only signs of where their firing line had once been was a series of spent power cells and the occasional splatter of blood on the surface.
As the realization dawned on her that they had just left without her, she clenched her fists before violently kicking a random grenade that lay on the ground next to her!
"Dammit!!!"
She cursed out loud and threw her arms to the sky, all the while the grenade detonated and blew up a random space sausage kiosk in the background!
<Snipped quote by Rithy>
-Subtly boots the flashy person off the Speeder-
I'll pilot the Speeder. ^_^
you may get to pilot it, but don't you dare booting me off!
i'm the one with the big gun! >:D
<Snipped quote by mdk>
So sprint and run for it or pilot the Speeder, which is her specialty. Hmmm.
hope you got room for an additional passenger!
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