Post by Methos on Aug 2, 2005 13:08:56 GMT -5
I wrote this because i was fairly bored and unable to play, i have tried (badly IMO) to imitate actual persons from jka, but don't really think i have succeeded.
It was a quiet morning in a little outpost on Tattooine, unlike most similar places, this outpost was not inhabited by sand-people, jawa's or moisture farmers, but was created, and inhabited, by a band of Force users.
It was a morning much like any other morning, the sound of saber against saber coming from several sparring pairs, and a sense of calm radiating from the much spread out group of meditating people, but there was a sense of unrest in the air, the fighters sparring not quite having their usual edge, and the meditaters not quite reaching the oneness with the Force they were trying.
After 20 minutes of intensive sparring, Methos kicked away his partner and turned off his saber, looking at him in frustration "it's bloody useless mate, this.....feeling is throwing your style totally off, not even worth lighting our sabers for it", Tissuepapper looked up, still trying to catch his breath after the powerful front kick to his stomach "I'M off?!?!, i shouldn't even have HIT you with that last hit, its getting to you as well bro".
A tall figure walked toward them from the shade of the fighter hangar "it's not just the two of you, all of us are being affected by it, my own attempts to meditate only resulted in a sore ass", he turned a bit and pointed down the slight slope toward the main courtyard "and the other fighters are as much, or even more 'off' on their style too", Tissuepapper looked at him with a slight frown "well Pauk, what do you think is the source of it?"
Before Pauken had a chance to answer, the hangar klaxon's started wailing, Pauken looked up with a thoughtful look "we have an incoming ship", he then look at the hangar with a frown "i wonder who take a visit this early".
As Methos, Tissuepapper and Pauken looked up, a big shuttle came gliding down, slowly toward the main hangar. The trio walked slowly to the hanger, and was joined by most of the other inhabitants of the outpost.
Seconds after the group arrived in the hangar, the shuttle landed ,the main ramp came down and a shadow walked out of the shuttle, slowly down the ramp to reveal the lanky figure of Kell, he flashed them a wide grin "sup ppl", Methos stared at him for a second then rolled his eyes "of course, of all people to visit us now, Kell is the one to arrive", he looked at Kell again with a smirk.
Kell sent him an evil glare as he assumed a position of mock hurt "that hurt man, really....but I'm not the only one to visit", he once again flashed a wide grin at the group "i brought everyone", he glanced thoughtfully back into the shuttle "some of them now know each other alot better than before, its a fairly small ship for that many people, but i think everyone is alright"
As if hearing a silent sign, a figure emerged from the shuttle's shady main room, glaring viciously at Kell "I am NEVER flying with you again......its a SHUTTLE, not a Pod racer", Kell quickly backed away, lifting his hands in a sign of innocence "i was just trying to keep myself from getting bored, it wasn't MY fault that big bird flew directly in-front of the shuttle....chill Nikki, i was just having fun"
Just as Nikki was about to yell at him some more, Pauken lightly cleared his throat, causing her to look at the gathered group who was looking at them with mixed expressions of annoyance and entertainment, she smiled at them "hey all, <3".
Before anyone could respond to her greeting, voices started coming out of the shuttle "NO, you can NOT put your hand there" "would you move your foot off my OWWW BLOODY FUCKING HELL, move OFF the wookie's head, YOU FUCKING CLUMSY OAF!!"
Methos looked at the shuttle entrance, holding his hand in-front of his mouth to cover a big grin at the last comment "LMFAO!!!!!, sounds like someone is gonna meet the business end of Messy's sabers"
As Pauken covered his own mouth, a figure, quickly revealed to be DeathJedi, came flying out of the shuttle, landing with a big thud on the hangar floor.
A roar came from the top of the ramp, and a big ruffled wookie emerged from the shuttle, quickly igniting a pair of yellow and purple light-sabers, he then jumped swiftly toward the crumpled form of DeathJedi, sabers ready to strike when he landed.
Pauken shot Methos a quick glance "you think you can calm him down before he does any serious damage to our unconscious friend?", Methos looked back at him, igniting his orange saber "I'm not sure, but ill give it a shot"
Methos quickly boosted himself into the air, using the Force to push himself into the flight path of the enraged Imminent*Messiah, causing his saber to collide with the twin sabers of the furious wookie.
As the impact of their sabers pushed them a bit apart, Methos and The*Imminent*Messiah landed a few feet from each other, Methos stared at the wookie, holding his saber at ready "sry mate, but DJ is currently unable to defend himself...cant let you get to him quite yet", Messiah growled angrily at him, but seemed to come to his senses "if you wont let me saber-rape that bloody ******, you can at-least give me a workout"
Methos turns off his saber and flashes a grin at him "sure thing mate", he then proceeds to bow shortly toward the wookie "Good Luck", Messiah flashed his fangs at him in a quick grin and bows his head "Let's Dance!!",they then both ignited their sabers and started circling each other.
Methos jumped toward him, rotating right and back-wards, launching a diagonal up-left swing at him, seconds before he landed, Messiah did a fast back-flip, and fires and uppercut toward him as he lands,
Methos quickly spun around, swiftly striking him across the shoulders, "how far do you wanna take this mate?, you wanna use the healing facilities or the cloning tanks??", Messiah jumps up, quickly spinning around, giving Methos a dual slash across the chest "lets take it all the way, much better fight if we dont have to be careful"
TBC.......
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So post your comments and critics whether good or bad, in the end it all makes the next part even better.
It was a quiet morning in a little outpost on Tattooine, unlike most similar places, this outpost was not inhabited by sand-people, jawa's or moisture farmers, but was created, and inhabited, by a band of Force users.
It was a morning much like any other morning, the sound of saber against saber coming from several sparring pairs, and a sense of calm radiating from the much spread out group of meditating people, but there was a sense of unrest in the air, the fighters sparring not quite having their usual edge, and the meditaters not quite reaching the oneness with the Force they were trying.
After 20 minutes of intensive sparring, Methos kicked away his partner and turned off his saber, looking at him in frustration "it's bloody useless mate, this.....feeling is throwing your style totally off, not even worth lighting our sabers for it", Tissuepapper looked up, still trying to catch his breath after the powerful front kick to his stomach "I'M off?!?!, i shouldn't even have HIT you with that last hit, its getting to you as well bro".
A tall figure walked toward them from the shade of the fighter hangar "it's not just the two of you, all of us are being affected by it, my own attempts to meditate only resulted in a sore ass", he turned a bit and pointed down the slight slope toward the main courtyard "and the other fighters are as much, or even more 'off' on their style too", Tissuepapper looked at him with a slight frown "well Pauk, what do you think is the source of it?"
Before Pauken had a chance to answer, the hangar klaxon's started wailing, Pauken looked up with a thoughtful look "we have an incoming ship", he then look at the hangar with a frown "i wonder who take a visit this early".
As Methos, Tissuepapper and Pauken looked up, a big shuttle came gliding down, slowly toward the main hangar. The trio walked slowly to the hanger, and was joined by most of the other inhabitants of the outpost.
Seconds after the group arrived in the hangar, the shuttle landed ,the main ramp came down and a shadow walked out of the shuttle, slowly down the ramp to reveal the lanky figure of Kell, he flashed them a wide grin "sup ppl", Methos stared at him for a second then rolled his eyes "of course, of all people to visit us now, Kell is the one to arrive", he looked at Kell again with a smirk.
Kell sent him an evil glare as he assumed a position of mock hurt "that hurt man, really....but I'm not the only one to visit", he once again flashed a wide grin at the group "i brought everyone", he glanced thoughtfully back into the shuttle "some of them now know each other alot better than before, its a fairly small ship for that many people, but i think everyone is alright"
As if hearing a silent sign, a figure emerged from the shuttle's shady main room, glaring viciously at Kell "I am NEVER flying with you again......its a SHUTTLE, not a Pod racer", Kell quickly backed away, lifting his hands in a sign of innocence "i was just trying to keep myself from getting bored, it wasn't MY fault that big bird flew directly in-front of the shuttle....chill Nikki, i was just having fun"
Just as Nikki was about to yell at him some more, Pauken lightly cleared his throat, causing her to look at the gathered group who was looking at them with mixed expressions of annoyance and entertainment, she smiled at them "hey all, <3".
Before anyone could respond to her greeting, voices started coming out of the shuttle "NO, you can NOT put your hand there" "would you move your foot off my OWWW BLOODY FUCKING HELL, move OFF the wookie's head, YOU FUCKING CLUMSY OAF!!"
Methos looked at the shuttle entrance, holding his hand in-front of his mouth to cover a big grin at the last comment "LMFAO!!!!!, sounds like someone is gonna meet the business end of Messy's sabers"
As Pauken covered his own mouth, a figure, quickly revealed to be DeathJedi, came flying out of the shuttle, landing with a big thud on the hangar floor.
A roar came from the top of the ramp, and a big ruffled wookie emerged from the shuttle, quickly igniting a pair of yellow and purple light-sabers, he then jumped swiftly toward the crumpled form of DeathJedi, sabers ready to strike when he landed.
Pauken shot Methos a quick glance "you think you can calm him down before he does any serious damage to our unconscious friend?", Methos looked back at him, igniting his orange saber "I'm not sure, but ill give it a shot"
Methos quickly boosted himself into the air, using the Force to push himself into the flight path of the enraged Imminent*Messiah, causing his saber to collide with the twin sabers of the furious wookie.
As the impact of their sabers pushed them a bit apart, Methos and The*Imminent*Messiah landed a few feet from each other, Methos stared at the wookie, holding his saber at ready "sry mate, but DJ is currently unable to defend himself...cant let you get to him quite yet", Messiah growled angrily at him, but seemed to come to his senses "if you wont let me saber-rape that bloody ******, you can at-least give me a workout"
Methos turns off his saber and flashes a grin at him "sure thing mate", he then proceeds to bow shortly toward the wookie "Good Luck", Messiah flashed his fangs at him in a quick grin and bows his head "Let's Dance!!",they then both ignited their sabers and started circling each other.
Methos jumped toward him, rotating right and back-wards, launching a diagonal up-left swing at him, seconds before he landed, Messiah did a fast back-flip, and fires and uppercut toward him as he lands,
Methos quickly spun around, swiftly striking him across the shoulders, "how far do you wanna take this mate?, you wanna use the healing facilities or the cloning tanks??", Messiah jumps up, quickly spinning around, giving Methos a dual slash across the chest "lets take it all the way, much better fight if we dont have to be careful"
TBC.......
Feedback: It's the coin of the realm, my little plot bunnies will starve without it.
So post your comments and critics whether good or bad, in the end it all makes the next part even better.