OOC:
Alright, we've got enough characters to start a story. Let's kick it off with a classic escape tale.
New posters -- please post in the Role Call thread (http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=122021) with your character info so that we have a quick background to read.

IC:
Nal Hutta, noon...

Filthy yellow sunlight shone into the cell of smuggler Van Lingo. He sighed for the fourth time in four minutes, blowing a puff of green dust into the dank air.
He'd been in here for six days now. Not once had they fed him anything edible. Gorrda the Hutt had his ship in a private lot, and he was trapped in the highest tower of Gorrda's island palace.

"(Don't worry, smuggler. In time, the pain will leave. When that happens, you will no longer bear the burdens of this life.)" Gorrda's voice rumbled echoed in the throne room. "(You should have never dropped that spice.)"
Lingo set his jaw. "You should never have loaded glitterstim in with my reward."
"(I would have rid you of it once you got to Tatooine.)"
"I wasn't headed for Tatooine, Gorrda!"
The Hutt bellowed again. "(Too bad for you, smuggler.)"

And now he sat in a prison tower, starving to death and wishing he'd become a senator.

Many levels below, a meeting was taking place in the Hutt's throne room. In front of Gorrda stood a tall, young man by the name of Excelsion Melitafer. Gorrda had promised him a profit for his latest bounty, but was refusing to pay it. Excelsion didn't appear to be the happiest of people.

"Look, Gorrda, give me the credits. The ithorian is dead."
The hutt laughed so loud that all the occupants of the throne room turned to look.
"Where's the proof? You can't expect me to pay you without proof. After all, you're a novice bounty hunter. You could just be running off with the credits."
"You honestly think that *I* would mess with a Hutt?"
The hutt paused, he needed a good response;
"If you messed with a Hutt - you wouldn't survive much longer."
"Oh wouldn't I?" Excelsion pulled out his trusted blaster rifle from his backpack, and aimed it at the Hutt's wrinkled face. "Now give me the money...meatbag!"

Gorrda wasn't going to have any of this. Quickly, he beckoned to the two heavily armed guards beside him. They both moved forward and siezed Excelsion by the arms, knocking his gun from his hand.

Suddenly, Excelsion kicked one of the guards, loosening his grip. Then he whipped out a vibro-blade and stuck it into the guard's chest. Blood trickled down onto the stone floor. The Hutt chuckled.

"Fool. Another prisoner to add to my collection."

The doors opened, and five more guards entered the room. Excelsion had no choice but to surrender. His 'escape' attempt had been in vain. Soon, he found himself being dragged off to the cells on the upper levels.

Thor was on his way to Gorrda the Hutt in seek of a mission. He had heard that the Hutt was giving out large sums of money for the heads of people he had grudges on.
As he approached the throne room he saw a young man beeing seized by two guards. The technique the man had when he suddenly swung his vibroblade was impressive. He saw the guy beeing seized by 5 more guards.
He realised that the manstood no chance to survive, so Thor quickly approached the Hutt.
"(Who are you)" The Hutt asked, obvioulsy amused.
"I am Ara'k Thor, and I am here to collect a bounty."
"(heh, heh, heh, and what bounty do you speak of?)" The Hutt chuckled
"I here have the blaster of the rebel leader Colenat"
"(How do I know you're not trying to trick me?)"
"You, of all beeings, should know that a Mandalorian never lies about his hunts."
"(Very well, you shall have your bounty, 500 credits)"
"500? I was promised 25000!"
"(The bounty was onhis head, not on his blaster.)" The Hutt laughed
"Maybe this will convince you" Thor said, drawing a flash grenade.
He quickly shot two of the guards holding the young man,and then drew his vibroblades.
"Cover your eyes!" He shouted to the man.
He threw the flash grenade.
"Run while you have the chance!" He shouted.

The sound of blaster fire was heard all over the palace. The guards who had been taking Excelsion to his prison cell stopped moving, and looked round.

"Looks like your boss...gets himself into a lot of trouble..." he stuttered.
"Shut up you!"

The guard punched him in the back. Another one kicked him in the chest. Then the man behind him gasped, looking round, Excelsion saw a blaster hole through his chest. The man fell to the floor. The other two guards seemed scared, they didn't attack Excelsion. The whole palace had erupted into one huge fight. It was almost every man for himself.

Excelsion took the chance to escape. He smacked one guard round the face, then kicked the other against the wall, knocking them both unconcious. He grabbed a blaster rifle from the floor and made his way back to the throne room.

Thor attacked the rest of the guards with his vibroblade.
A couple of quick swings later the floor was filled with dead bodies.
Thor walked back to the Hutt.
"How much was the bounty again?" Heasked with a grin
"(Take everything you want! just don't touch me!)" He said, but a evil smirk erupted from his fat mouth.
Thor turned around just quick enough to see the droids...

Just then Excelsion burst through the door, behind the droids. There were lots of them, but they weren't too strong. Quickly, Excelsion stooped down and grabbed his vibroblade that had been taken from him earlier.

He slashed the first droid in half, then the second, and the third...

OOC:
Goodness, you guys are racking them up. Let's see some character flaws, eh?

IC:
"Hey! Somebody get me out of here!" Lingo kicked at his cell door. He could see vehicles parked inthe courtyard, and he heard blaster fire from below.

The Gamorrean guard turned and shoved his vibro-ax through the cell door bars. One grunt was enough to make Lingo understand.

He could hear the Hutt lord rumbling orders downstairs. If I don't get out of here, Gorrda will feed me to his monsters for sure.

He pounded on the door again, but kept his head back farther this time. Once again, the vibro-ax was shoved through, but the smuggler was ready. He reached around and grabbed it just below the blade, pulling it the rest of the way through. Seconds later, he had the door hinges off.

A meaty fist slammed into him; the piggy guard was not about to let him run. He retreated back into the cell. "Come on, fat boy."

The Gamorrean squealed and charged. The ax stuck in like a lance, but his momentum carried him through the cell still. Lingo barely ducked out of the way, and the guard crashed into the back wall hard enough the send the ax through his rib cage and out the back.

"Better get that checked, tubby." Lingo disappeared down the stairs.

OOC:
I tried to do that by making him get captured. Don't worry, I'll make some soon enough...

I also think that the fighting should die down and they escape by stealing uniforms from somewhere.

IC:
Pure fighting in hordes wasn't Excelsion's style. He couldn't think, and standing still too long would get him killed for sure. The fighting seemed to be mainly concentrated around him and a mandalorian, who was nearby.

There was too much deciding to be done...to many decisions to make. Should he try and escape? Or should he stay and help out the mandalorian?

He chose the former. Ignoring another person who had just appeared behind him, Excelsion made a run for the large rusted door. He had to get away. Once he reached the end of the corridor, he slammed the side of his body into the stone wall to stop himself. The pain was almost overwhelming. The door, which now stood towering down upon him, led off the island. Through a small gap in the bottom of the door Excelsion could feel a cool breeze.

But there was no means of operating the door. Now trapped, Excelsion found himself looking from side to side, hurriedly searching for a panel amongst the other machinery and junk that littered the corridor.

He hadn't planned ahead, he rarely did. And now he was trapped. A large Gammorean stood in front of him, dribbling, with is axe glinting in the light from a high-up window. He feared that this was the end.

Thor knew he was outnumbered, and soon the droids would get him...
But he was a Mandalorian, and would not stop fighting until his death. Death in battle was an honour to his people, and he would much rather die than beeing captured and humiliated.
He kept on slashing at the droids, but when he had taken down a few, he was hit in the chest by a stunning beam.
He fell down, clutching his chest, muttering something in Mandalorian.

OOC: Hope this doesn't stray too far from RP rules... Let me know if you want me to edit it, MMMPIE

IC:
Blast! What I wouldn't give for a blaster...
The scene before Lingo was one of complete mayhem. Severed limbs and dead bodies were scattered on the floor, Gorrda was yelling and waving his stubby arms, and a host of soldier droids were closing in on a fellow in Mandalorian battle armor.

Suddenly one of the droids fired. A blue stun bolt sent the Mandalorian to his knees. Powerful stuff, Gorrda...

Taking advantage of the lapse, the Corellian ran and dove for the Mandalorian, slapping the valve control on his jetpack. He held on for dear life as they blasted past the droids and into the dining hall, smashing across the ancient wood table and ending up in a heap on the floor next to the kitchen door.

Groggily, he shook his ruffled head. "Hey pal," he said, shaking the Mandalorian's arm, "are you okay?"

OOC: What do ya mean edit? I havent read any RP rules, so forgive me if i make mistakes (just tell me) ;)
Oh, and i never mentioned a JetPack, but okey :p

IC: Thor suddenly got to his senses. On instinct he pulled a short vibroblade out, and almost cut the corellian shaking his arm.
"uh, huh? Oh... yeah i'm okay" Thor slowly replied as he remembered what was happening. His eyes focused, and he saw a big Gamorrean attacing something.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" He said to the Corellian, as he dashed for the door, where the Gamorrean was.

OOC:
What happened to all the droids?

IC:
The huge Gammorean was now coming closer and closer. It seemed to be saying something, and spat in Excelsion's face. He coudln't do anything but stand there. Then the pig swung its axe. Quickly, Excelsion ducked, and the axe smashed into the stone wall. Behind the Gammorean Excelsion noticed two men, one of whom was the Mandalorian he had seen before.

The Gammorean snorted and pulled the axe out of the wall. Excelsion had now managed to get behind it, and was just about to stab it when it swung the axe round again. This time Excelsion parryed it with his sword, but the strength behind the blow was so powerful that the vibro-blade shattered and the axe almost cleaved his head.

Another blow, and Excelsion fell to the ground. The Gammorean raised the axe. Excelsion shut his eyes and preapred for the final blow. But it never came. The Gammorean had frozen, the axe poised above its head. Then it fell to the floor, collapsing beside him. Then in front of him stood two men with blood on their hands.

"...Thanks." Excelsion said, stuttering. He was shocked that he was still alive.

OOC: still right behind us :p

IC: "No problem matey, just let us get outta here, i have my ship right outside in the docking bay, just lets hope he hasn't l....... oh crap!!!"
*ROOAR!!!*
They all turned to see all the doors in the hall beeing shut, and a big gate opened... they suddenly found themselves facing a big rancor...
The rancor swiped away the droids, and headed for the small group...

OOC: we are in a hall with the droids chasing us, and the throne room door was one of the doors that shut

IC:]
Rancors now...

OOC:
"Oh...well this is great!" Excelsion said saircastically, getting to his feet.

The rancor approached, and spat some kind off gooey substance at them. Its huge claws were enough to rip a man to shreads in one swipe.

Excelsion took out his blaster (which he had taken back from the throne room), and aimed it at the rancor's head.

OOC: Originally posted by VanLingo
[B][Gorrda will feed me to his monsters for sure sorry, i just assumed :rolleyes:
stop blaming me for everything :(

IC: "Thats no use here..." Thor said, reffering to Excelsions blaster.
"We gotta get outta here..."
He looked around the room, and saw nothing... Suddenly something came to his mind. The roof window!
"Hold on to me," he instructed the two others.
They did as they were told, and he started his jetpack.
Of course it didn't work...
"goddamnit..." Thor muttered as the giant creature approached them.

OOC:
I said "monsters" so that someone else could make up what the monster was. Let's roll with it...
And please let's not get too carried away. Be as realistic as possible. :)

IC:
This was no baby rancor like the famous Malakili's. This was a fully grown monster straight from the jungles of Dathomir. It snapped its jaws, and drool hung from chipped and jagged teeth.

It slapped the ground and roared, a much more frightening sight from the ground than from where Gorrda sat -- behind transparisteel panes.

Lingo ran at the creature, raising his arms. "Shoot it!" he yelled, hoping to distract it enough for the bounty hunter to get a straight shot, "Hit it in the throat!"

The rancor took a long swipe at the skinny human in front of it.

Lingo hit the dirt. "Hurry up!"

OOC:
I think that next time we take a more realistic approach...what VanLingo said. :cool:
And my blaster will work. Kinda.

IC:
The Rancor's throat was now fully in the scope of Excelsion's rifle. Just a few more seconds and it would be dead. He rested his finger on the trigger. Then fired.

Just then, the rancor moved, and the blaster shot hit its neck. Then the rancor turned and changed its target. It went straight for Excelsion. He pulled out his vibro-blade just in time, and stabbed the rancor in the foot.

But the rancor had other ideas. It grabbed Excelsion and dangled him upside down, before bringing him towards its throat. He quickly used his vibro-blade to stab it in its throat, but the blade stuck there. He pulled it with his free hand, but it wouldn't budge. The rancor closed its jaws. Excelsion fell to the ground, in desperate pain.

OOC: Didn't your vibroblade shatter? oh, well... :rolleyes:

IC: Thor saw the black-red blood streaming out of the rancor's throat... As Excelsion fell, he had landed at the feet of the rancor, and would probably be crushed if the beast fell over.
Thor rushed over to help, and dived at Excelsions body, pushing him away from the swaying monster.
The rancor roared, and the sound was overwhelming.
Thor's helmet absorbed the sound, and he felt as though his head would explode.
As he stood there stunned, the rancor fell...

OOC:
He actually has two dual-wielded blades. See the Role Call thread.
Well he actually has none now...

IC:
The ground shook beneath him. Excelsion heard a loud thump as the rancor fell to the ground. The rancor had had it's last breath. Blood was seeping out of its mouth.

His back ached, and his hand was cut and torn badly. He was in no state for another fight, so he turned his thoughts to an escape plan.

"We need to find a way out of this place," He said to them both, "Thats if...we're working together. And I don't think we've met before...can I ask your name?"

Then he turned to the mandalorian, "Thanks...again."

OOC: sorry if i didnt make it clear, but i was stunned when the rancor fell over, ergo, i couldnt move out of the way :)

OOC:
Lets just say that you weren't directly below it. ;)

IC: "You can just call me Thor for now..." he muttered
"That was some impressive blade swinging"
*a door opened, and some gammoreans came towards them*
"****, we can't take these guys on... lets try to batter the door or something!" Thor said, realising that the gammoreans would make short process of them.

OOC: I'm not trying to make this into an arena battle, i just wanna point out that we stand no chance if we stay here and fight :p

OOC
Ok, so lets make them escape soon.

IC:
"You can't batter the door! Its too thick..." Shouted Excelsion, as he paused to duck the axe of a gammorean, before pulling out his rifle and shooting it in the head.
"I would've escaped if it had been that easy! Try and reach one of those windows!"

OOC: Sorry if this is short notice. And, as this is my first time, I may not be very good at this. Sorry in advance. :(

IC: As Marta Richmar, touched down outside the palace doors, the alarms started blaring. Thoughts began to rush through his head. What was happening? Had they found him already? Is my target still alive?

Richmar was working for a hutt name Falinja, who had, apparently, once been part of something called the smugglers accossiation. His target was the leader of this, clan, as it were, before it fell apart. Now, he seemed to be on the run. Either that or he was loosing his knack at tracking. But, according to a tracking device implanted into him via a spiked drink, he'd been in this palace quite a while now.

"Ha! Drunkard!" Muttered Marta. "He'd better hope that he's already dead. Or he's gonna have to suffer me!"

Approaching the door, he opened his tech kit. Setting a chip onto the exposed control panel, he hacked into the system, and the door slowly opened. He thought to himself. Is this person really a smuggler? How many times has Falinja lied to me now? Can I really trust her?

The roar of what sounded like a rancor brought him back to his senses. Is she's wrong this time, she'll be the one with a price on her head! "But if not," he spoke, "this is one smuggler who doesn't escape from me."

OOC: to clear things up; is the door now open, or should i use my jetpack to try to reach the ceiling window? :confused:

OOC:
T10, you're not too late. ;)
MMMPIE, the door is now open.
And when is this set?

IC:
The two sides of the huge door came grinding to a halt, and it was now mostly concealed in the stone wall. The pain in Excelsion's hand was almost overwhelming, but he chose to ignore it. In his childhood, to show pain was a sign of weakness. Gazing out into the sunlight from the gap where the door was, Excelsion saw another human, and behind him, what appeared to be an X-Wing.

"Do you work for the Rebellion?" He asked.

OOC:
This is set just before Empire Strikes Back.
Welcome, T10!

IC:
"Oh, nich," Lingo swore in Huttese, "not again..."

The others waited for an explanation. "I'm Van Lingo. This" -- he gestured to the X-Wing pilot before them -- "is Marta Richmar."

I'm a dead man. For quite some time now, the Hutts had been hunting him back and forth, kind of like a sick trophy-stealing game. "Sorry about your tracker, Richmar... a guy's gotta use the 'fresher, you know?"

A Gamorrean squeal caught their ear; the guards were forming up deep in the palace.

"I think we'd better get out of here..." Lingo ran his fingers through his dirty hair. "If you can take me to the mainland, I'll cover that bounty."

OOC: Thanx, and I would've asked when it was set, but I forgot. I'd guess that as BF is in the classic era, this is set in that era too. But I'm. If I had edit, I'd change it to a modified N-1 starfighter if it was in EP1-3 times. Oh well.

IC: As the great door grinded to a halt, he saw three people. One was what appeared to be a Mandalorain, and, maybe two other humans. His instincts told him that one of these people must be his target. But, before he could speak, he was questioned by the one nearest the door, who was clutching his hand.

"Do you work for the Rebellion?" He asked.

Suprised by this, he raised his blaster at the person, but not so as to kill, just as a warning, as was apparent by his posture. "Who's asking?" He replied in a cocky tone. "How can I trust that you're not an imp?"

As he siad this, he flipped a hardly noticeable switch on his belt, and his 2-seater X-wing began to rise, moving slowly towards him, the starboard wing tilted down, ready for a quick departure. He stepped back, making sure that he had his blaster trained on the human all of the time.

Excelsion stared at the man for a few minutes. He was rather annoyed by this man threatening him with a gun.

"Listen. You put the gun down and help us outta here...and we'll let you live."

He knew that he was in no position to fight, and he couldn't hold his rifle becuase of his wounded hand, but he hoped that the man would give in. But what if he tries to shoot me?

Before the man could say anything, he decided to speak again.

"Look...I'm wounded, badly. I need your help. We're friendly...you know Lingo, right? Could you help us? Just don't shoot."

OOC: Sorry, you must'a posted just before I did. Stupid internet. Anyway, the one I just posted now doesn't make much sense, so, I'll do it again. Please ignore the previous post. I'd edit it if I could, but, for some reason I couldn't. Oh well, on we go (again).

IC: Richmar immediately backed off, a natural reaction tio spotting a dozen Gammorians armed with axes charging towards you. "Well, if I get to keep my life, you're on! C'mon, I've got room for one!"

Then, he flipped a switch on his belt, which seemed to alert his green and chrome R2 unit, installed in his X-Wing. He droid emmited a series of bleeps, and flew the matching green and chrome X-Wing towards him, so that the wings provided a ramp into the craft.

"Do you other guys have a ship?" Marta inquired. "'Cos I 'aint got no more space in my 'wing."

They didn't have time to answer. A flying axe sent them diving for cover. No-one had time to think, they all acted instinctively. Richmar and Lingo darted for the small stunt fighter, while Excelsion and Thor headed for their own ships.

The repulsorlifts of the X-Wing roared to life, and the nose turned to face the door of the huge palace. "Now is a good time to get out of here!" Shouted Van Lingo, spotting the approaching hordes of battle droids and grunts.

But before he left, Marta wanted one small glimpse of victory. He let loose a concussion missle at the door. The explosion wiped out almost everything, sending torsos and limbs flying everywhere. "So," began Richmar, as the ship pulled away, "are you really a smuggler?"

OOC: Well, knowing my luck, someone would've posted while I was, so this'll be irrelevant. Oh, and for future referance, my X-Wing is heavily modified.

OOC: I was just wondering, in your next post, can you put up what times you expect to be on? That way we know when to check for new posts here. To start, I'll be on around 9pm-11pm on weekdays, and maybe most of the day on weekends. Oh, and STOP POSTING WHILE I AM! :mad: :mad: :mad: J/k My fault...:atat: kill...

OOC: Look, I'm sorry, I don't mean to spam, it's just it won't let me edit my own posts. Anyway, count all of my RPG posts above, and, erm, oh, yeah. Can you give your times as well as orientation to GMT please. I'd guess Exelsion is GMT. I'm GMT too. If you're not, give it like, +8 or something.

EDIT: OK, thanx Lingo, I must'a been pressing the wrong edit button. Oh well.

OOC: I'm GMT +1

IC: Thor ran to his firespray. "You need a ride?" he asked Excelsion.

OOC:
I'm Central Standard Time (-6), but I just pop in to throw in my two cents. I'm never on at a certain time.
Oh, and look below to the right of your posts. They should all have two buttons; one's an edit button.

IC:
Lingo looked at Richmar. "Yes, I'm a smuggler. I transport anything that doesn't breath. And never spice."
He grunted in pain as he strapped his safety web harness on. "I don't suppose you brought any rations...? I haven't eaten in six days."

OOC:
I'm usually on some hours Saturday (none particluar) and after school on weekdays (5:30pm on Monday and Friday, 4pm other days).

IC:
"Actually," said Excelsion, turning to Thor before walking over to another ship, "this is my own ship. I've got a few supplies on board, but I could do with a bandage. That rancor cut me pretty bad."

OOC: OK thanx guys. And I can feel it getting harder to RP 'cos we're all in seperate places. Grrrr. Oh well. I'll *try* to do it.

IC: The small X-wing had turned towards the mainland, and was now circling around the tower, waiting until the others get into the air. Richmar wasn't the person who abandoned people in the middle of a danger zone. He wanted to make sure that they were safe.

"Well, my stupid Hutt boss is wrong again!" Said Marta sarcastically. "I'd never of expected that!" He then shouted out a command to his R2 unit, which seemed to be busy with the port stabalisers. "Geeone? Tell me when the others get up into the air. Oh, and inform me of any ships entering the area."

R2-G1 let loose a series of beeps before returning to his job with the engines.

Van Lingo stared back at the tower, seemingly lost in thought. His stomach emmitted a loud groaning noise, and he winced in pain.

Then Richmar remembered Lingos request for food. "Oh, yeah! I got some food in the, er, whre was it? Oh! That compartment on the back of my seat. Yeah!"

"Thanks." Van opened the small hatch, and was greeted by items of all sorts. A spare blaster, a frag grenade, a respirator, a vibroblade. Oh, and the rations.

Just then, a loud warning tone came from the back of the craft, followed by a scarlet red laser. "Geeone, how many of them?"
The text came up for both occupants: 3 Z-95 Headhunters. From the palace.

However, glancing at the ground, Marta saw Thor and Excelsion leaving towards the mainland. "Geeone! Tell them to get there as fast as they can, while I hold these fighters off!"

"Anything I can do to help?" Inquired Van Lingo.

"Yeah! If you could use the E-Web it'd be a great help!" Replied Richmar quickly. As he said this, Vans chair spun around, G1 retreated deeper into the craft, and an imposing E-Web blaster rose from the rear of the craft, complete with joysticks at Vans lap.

OOC: Ok, Van, you can take control of the X-Wing. And, MMMPIE and ExcelsioN, do what ya want.

OOC:
If we're going to split up, maybe we should make new threads...

IC:
The E-web charged with a high whine, and Lingo pushed the joystick testily.

Two of the Z-95s flew in large arcs in front of the X-Wing while the remaining one angled for its vulnerable tail.
Lingo pulled the trigger in bursts, feeling the welcome thump, thump as recoil pushed the gun barrel around.

"So, Richmar..." Thump, thump, thump... "What good is a gun --" Thump, thump... "-- that fires from the most vulnerable spot on the --" Thump, thump, thump... "-- shield?"

OOC: Well, we'll wait for the others before we make a vote on it, but I personally think it'd be an inconvenience to do that. Oh, and we're trying to meet up on the mainland, right?

IC: Richmar once again felt at home. In his X-Wing, in combat, in control.

Marta was a great pilot, calm in what others would describe as a tense situation. He had taken out many a spice smuggler in his X-Wing, even when in a small group of other fighters, they we're never safe. Compared to other fights he'd been in, this was a bore.

One of the reasons for his great piloting skill was the fact that he completely switched off when piloting, as if in a trance. As if led by the force, as the Jedi were, in the legends he was told as a child. He heard the dull thud...thud...thud of the E-Web, and saw two of the fighters swoop in front of him, lasers firing. Either they were foolish, or highly skilled...

But the way they flew didn't prove themselves as the latter. Any good pilot would've pulled up towards the end, forcing their opponent towards the ground. But they didn't. Marta got off a concussion missle at one, the explosion sending it spirraling towards the ground. He swore that he saw the pilots expression of terror before the missle hit.

Flipping a blue switch on his right, another hatch opened, this time on the underside of the craft. An ion cannon. It sprayed blue bolts of energy in the direction of the second craft, forcing it into a series of evasive manouvers. Just then, a ship exploded behind them, most likely wiped out by Lingo's shooting.

Then Lingo said something, dulled by the continuous thud...thud...thud... of the E-Web, now trained on the second ship, which was now evading a flurry of blue and red shots. An ion hit, slowing it. Then a blaster. Then it fell out of the sky, followed by a trail of fire and smoke. The explosion was never heard.

OOC:
Only split up for a while, then meet up on the mainland and decide what to do. And I just thought I'd post what my ship looks like.
http://server5.uploadit.org/files/Excelsion-yt2400.jpg)

IC:
Excelsion could see Thor's Firespray alongside his ship. Ahead of him was the small mainland town of Yatharra. From behind, he could hear the sounds of laser fire. Lingo and Marta...they must be in trouble.

The thought crossed his mind whether or not to go and help, but he didn't want to get caught up in the Hutt's palace again. After all, he was living the life of a bounty hunter. He had to be ruthless and couldn't let this bother him.

With this in mind, Excelsion set course for a hangar on the outskirts of Yatharra.

IC:
A fireball lit up the ground as Lingo and Richmar tore across the Nal Hutta sky. The last Headhunter floated up behind them, and Lingo pulled the trigger.

Blast! He missed with the first four shots, giving the Z-95 pilot time to evade. It came up again, confident that the makeshift gunner would miss once more.

The other pilot made a surprisingly aggresive move and tarried long enough to get a missile lock. Lingo swore and closed his eyes. The tell-tale scream of a lock-on warning filled the cockpit.

Lady Luck, I'm counting on you. He squeezed off one round, and a red streak lanced out like a hungry viper. The Headhunter's shields lapsed momentarily as it fired a concussion missile -- Lingo's lucky shot struck the cockpit canopy as the forward shields let the missile through.

The Z-95 continued flying, piloted by a dead man. Lingo sighed in relief.

Then he suddenly remembered: "Richmar! Evasive, missile incoming!"

IC: With the destruction. Well, death of the pilot from the last Z-95, Marta switched back into 'normal' mode. Well, that was what he told himself.

Really, it was the missle lock. He'd only ever heard that tone once before, while taking out a rebel smuggler, trying to get his spice to Tatooine. The missle had struck his nosecone, while simoltaneously knocking him out cold, leaving R2-G1 to pilot the ship. He'd had to pay thousands upon thousands of credits to get it fixed. But he had learnt since then.

"OK! I'm on it!" Richmar shouted, above the blaring of the lockon tone. "Geeone, launch a counter-measure, now!"

The replies was a negative tone, signalling that they were all out.

"Ah, sithspit!" He screamed. The missle was coming from behind, and would rupture the fuel tanks. Then, Marta had an idea. Cutting the throtle, he soared into a loop, bringing his craft up behind the continuing headhunter.

Closing his S-Foils, the craft zoomed towards the Z-95. Pursued by the ever persistant missle. Then, as he overtook the craft, he braked.

The engines fell silent, the engine temperatures dropped. The missle changed course. The missle flew towards the headhunter, smashing it from behind. The fuel tanks exploded. The craft became a mere gaseous ball of light. And the X-Wing continued towards the coordinates of the hangar. Its pilot triumphant again. I love this ship!

OOC: Oh, and I'm gonna try drawing a 2 seater X-Wing to show you. Expect your eyes to be soiled. :biggs:

OOC: Sorry for the delay, but my internet's been down :o

IC: Thor had thrown Excelsion some bacta before he took off.
He had heard the blaster fire, but spotted Excelsion flying of in the other direction.
"Is he abandoning us?" Thor tought.
He tried to get a radio signal, and contact him.
"Where are you heading?" He tried to question Excesion.

OOC:
No Problem. ;)

IC:
Excelsion heard his ship's radio crackling. It wasn't the most reliable nor too high-tech.

"I'm going to dock in Yatharra!" He shouted down the radio, "Now, if you want to go back there to be caught and become prisoners again - that's fine by me - but I'm not going back."

OOC: Is Yatharra a planet or a ccity on Nal Hutta?

IC: "Okey, i'm not risking my life here" Thor said through the cracked radio line.
"Well, if Yatharra is the closest spaceport, i guess i'll go there. You never know what the Hutts saboteurs might have planted in your ship..."
He fired up his boosters, and caught up with Excelsion.

OOC:
Yatharra is just a city I made up. ;)

IC:
Excelsion wasn't on a completly unknown world. He had several contacts, including a buisnessman by the name of Galuk. Excelsion had done some jobs for Galuk in the past, and had often used the large hangar owned by Galuk on the outskirts of Yatharra.

"Follow me," He said to Thor through the radio, "I know some people who might let us dock here. Hopefully then we can work out what to do."

The two running people were stopped by a rebel holding a blaster rifle.

Rebel: Who the hell are you?

Those two WE need to get docked!

Rebel Are u with the Empire?

Those two: Nope

After a quick search, the rebel decides to help them wiith their task.

IC: The small X-Wing closed it's S-Foils, and began to accelerate towards Yatharra, while it's small R2 unit began work on the starboard engines, which appeared to have taken some thermal damage from the E-Web.

Inside, Van Lingo's chair had spun back around to face the front of the craft. Securely fastened by his crash webbing, he was munching just about all the rations he could get. Cold sosages, lukewarm tea, stale biscuits, whatever. He was content with it. It was better than what he'd been served in the hutts palace.

Marta, who was piloting the small stunt fighter was checking over his displays, making sure that critical systems were in the green. That weapons were functional. That shields were operational. Checking everything basically. He turned to observe his datapad, which had just brought up information on the city of Yatharra.

There was little of interest there. The coordinates he'd recieved directed him to the outskirts of the city. Gangs, slums, industrial areas. Sounded like a dangerous place. He didn't want to be there long.

He looked towards his radar, and spotted another craft flying close to those of his new found allies. It seemed to be owned by a rebel, but who remained unknown. They were moving into land, so Marta fired up the afterburners to catch up with them.

As he came into sight of the hangar, he saw Thor, Excelsion and that rebel. The appeared to be chatting. About what he couldn't tell. He punched a button on his controls, and the landing gear kicked out, followed by the dull brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of his repulsorlifts. A moment later, the X-Wing touched to floor, and the noise ended. They had escaped the hutt.

IC:
His stomach temporarily appeased, Lingo gladly climbed down from the X-Wing. He loved flying, but was never partial to starfighters.

The others waited on the hangar deck, joined by a man in Rebel uniform. "Thankfully, that party's over."

Uneasy around bounty hunters, Lingo slapped his hip where his blaster would be. Of course, it was still sitting back at the Hutt palace. Well, I can always grab a spare back at the Grim Fandango.

"Hey, Richmar," he chuckled as he made his way across the pavement, "I guess claiming that bounty on me is out of the question, eh? Too bad...I might've brought you quite a chunk of change.
"I'd be grateful if you could get me to my ship. She's berthed about twelve klicks from here, and I'm not too keen on walking through a Hutt city without my popgun."

IC: As Marta followed Van Lingo outside, he left his blaster inside the ship. He was unsure, but something told him to trust the others. So, he did.

"You're bounty? I don't want it. You're not a spice smuggler. I only take bounties on spice smugglers. Recently she's been giving my flase contracts. Falinja. Do you know her?" Richmar asked.

"Well, there was a Hutt in my clan." Said Lingo, emersed in thought. "A female. Yeah! Falinja was part of my group. She's had it out for me for ages."

Then, Marta remembered the rebel, who seemed to be doing nothing. "Well. Who are ya?" He asked. "Is there a cell here on Nal Hutta?"

IC:
Now that's a name I haven't heard in a loooong time...
Lingo frowned; the fact that she was posting bounties on him was disconcerting. After all these years...