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Post by darthdodo on Dec 30, 2005 17:45:06 GMT -8
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 10:46:51 GMT -8
On the landing pads below Guards are waiting, Rifles ready up there uniforms have a distinct symbol on them all....ORO...
Ships are seen in the Distance coming down from Hyperspace they hit atmosphere causing a firery entry One such guard sees this and radios in
"There here" A small "Copy" is heard as the ships come down and hover above the pads, large, bulky they seem like prisoner transfers as the ships land and men climb out of the hatch escorted by guards
They are Lead to a formation, a square in the pads were the sentrys have set up a prerimeter, a large man is seen his dim eyes shine in the darkness he takes place with the rest of the "Prisoners"
What looks like the Captain gathers in the assumed front of the formation of bodys
"Welcome to Mustafar" His voice loud and clear with a "take charge" tone within
"We have brought you here today as a chance, all you who have arrived have been picked by the lottery back on Apatros. lucky sons uh guns you are, its a nice change from the cold rocky surface"
The men in the crowd look around confused as his joke
"Instead we have been hired to tear apart the old Confederate Base here, take what metals, minerals, and specials we can find adn get out. remember that Special finds such as Cortosis laced or Mando Iron will get double pay for the day"
A faint nod and smiles ring the men
"you will have Plasma torches, a good change from the wear of the Jacks. dont try anything funny, you find a weapon still charged you report it and give it to one of your prospecting Guards. if we find you with said weapon your pay will be added to your debt and you will be shipped back to Apatros, if you discharge said weapon at one of our respectable guards you will be shot on sight. Understood?"
The men nod
"Good, no you will be Quartering on the Balcony with six man tents, there will be a mobile Fresher between every 10 or so tents. do not let me down"
The Captain looks to one of his LT "get it done" and turns away and walks to the Control rooms
Meanwhile the men are carted and shown to the Balconys as the Ships that brought them in are preped for standby
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 17:32:55 GMT -8
Lock slowly comes apon the Landing pads, most attention is on the balcony so he goes along the perimeter and boards one of the Craft
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 17:42:00 GMT -8
>>>On Board the Vessel<<<
Lock Closes the Hatch as he slowly creeps up decks of the Closed in Ship
Turning the Corner he's spend years on these transports going from mines to Bunk he finds his way to the Cockpit
The doors closed, so he knocks the clearly nervous pilot replys
"Hello?"
He Knocks again
"Hello? who is it?"
Thinking for a moment lock knows that the pilots the only one who can get him out of here. so many years spent on craft but none spent on piloting he replys in a strong voice firm such as a guards
"Let me in we gotta get outta here, Things are heating up"
The pilot weary yet opens the door to have a pistol shoved in his face
"Get this ship off the ground an in Hyper now"
The pilot responds by turning again and hitting the switchs for take off while Lock keeps his pistol on the back of his head
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Post by Lock on Dec 29, 2006 17:44:20 GMT -8
>>>Outside on the pads<<<
The Ship takes flight, bolts flying past her some hit and others dont as the ship hits atmosphere and soon space
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