The boys moves were new to him, but any movement the boy repeated he remembered instantly, and was able to block or dodge. This was due to something he had when he was organic, photographic reflexes, he never knew where it came from, but he knew it came in very handy. Geno blocked some hits from the boy, then kicked him in the stomach knocking back into more open space, "it's too enclosed up there, besides, there's a lady present, cant go around fighting in front of a lady, not very gentleman like" he said mockingly, but was still serious about the comment. Geno saw the oportunity to strike and came down on his foe with extremely hard hits, not stopping his ruthless onslaught.

Reyvan, now on the ground, was simply avoiding and blocking the strikes from the cyborg, he was indeed a powerfull enemy. After a while, Reyvan then got up, and started making very powerful and onorthodox swings, recuperating the momentum. He continued the assault, and then jolted him with Disable Droid, followed by paralyzing him, hoping it would do.

Geno felt part of his system get dissoriented, while part of him got numb, but his will to fight was stronger, and so he went on. Swinging around he put his weight into his next strike, hoping the boy would either get hit by it, or block it, thus either causing severe damage, or causing a seriously painful shock to run through his body, which would give Geno some time.

Reyvan was too smart for Geno's move, and surprisingly dodged the strike, which he would take advantage of it, and reverse his lightsabers, cutting him in the thigh and arm.

"Haha! The Force fights with Me!" He taunted, using the Dun Mцch techinque, trying to get another opening by enfurying him.

"Oh Geez! Zwounds and Gadzooks!" Humboldt thought to himself. "I see I underestimated that kid. Well, the only thing I can do is help him." He activated his stealth field generator, walked over to one of the lockers, and pulled out an Ion cannon. "Unorthodox, but it will do the trick." It was called an Ion cannon, but it also sent out EMP pulse waves which knocked out electronic devices. Strolling over to Raven, he muttered: "Open the 'chutes, but don't deploy them. I've got the EMP Ion cannon and I might have to fire it."
"Alright, droid! One move and your circuts fuse!" He had waited until the fighting shifted so the droid was near him, and then pointed the cannon at his head. "I know you're a cyborg, but I doubt your atrophied muscles can lift that thing by themselves."

Geno stared for a moment at his cut thigh and arm, then looked up. In this day and age, more and more weapons were becoming energy based, so Geno's armor buffed good resistence to energy based weapons. Though it did cut pretty deep, it wouldn't effect someone too much with the capabilty to use multiple system drives. Geno, not understanding the simple moching, just stared in disbalief, at what seemed like a childrens' method of taunghting one another. Geno, getting tired of the fight, simple raised his wrist and fired a sedative dart into the kids thigh. It wasn't enough to knock him out, but it was enough to get him drugged up, that way he could quickly and simply get the kids weapons and set up a barracade where the cockpit door used to be. And in doing so, he'd be able to use the woman, who was obviously the pilot, to take him somewhere, before the kid would come out of his drugged up stupor.

Edit-After Geno had fired, he looked over at the Ion gun pointed at his head. Getting tired, he decided to give in, extremely unlike him, but he was tired of many things. "Fine, you win, I'll never get my answers, and you'll get that bounty on me. Why? because I can tell you were the one earlier who had been hunting me through the ancient ruins." "Go ahead, fire, I'm tired, I haven't had a good natural rest in a long time..." he said this in an extremely tired, and sad tone, the first sign of emotion that he'd shown onboard the ship.

((Sorry, I was still responding to Jason's response above by the time you typed in your response above, its ok, I edited it now! :) Didn't mean to 'ignore' you.))

((Umm... Did you see my post Master_Archon? If you have a problem with it say so, don't just ignore it.))

Three shots rang out, each one hitting Geno, Humboldt, and Reyvan, stunning them instantly.

"Anyone puts one more hole in my ship, and the next shot won't be set to stun." Raven growled, now standing with her blaster held at the ready as her eyes bounced between them.

Geno, a little surprised to see a woman shot him, turned, the stunn affect taking some time, considering it had to work through his suit. But in time he was stunned, and stood staring in his stunned state at the woman. This still did not stop his thoughts, and so, as always, questions flooded his mind. 'Why would a lady do such as that?', 'I wonder what would happen if I really was shot by an ion gun?', 'why do cows moo?', 'I wonder if she's considered what men call, beutiful? I wish I knew...it's been so long since I was organic, and actually remebered these things. I wonder if I should ask her what she thinks? If my mouth would move, I would. Oh, crap! I just remembered I left my suit interface at the ruins!'

"Come now, Raven, I was just threatening to put a hole in your ship. But seriously, I must apologize. I should never have confronted the Cyborg without my gun between us. Well, good sir Cyborg, would you care to tell me why you attempted to hijack good Raven's Ship?" Humboldt had managed to neutralize the stun around his mouth, but nothing else.

Eliora's gun raised, the barrel resting at Humboldt's forehead. She had speant most of her life working on the Starbird. When it was damaged, it put her in a...bad mood, to say the least.

"Damn straight you shouldn't have, Bounty Hunter." she said softly, her eyes flashing dangerously, her barrel coming to rest at the Cyborg's head. "And you...you were planning on doint what now?"

Geno was able to talk now as well, and said in response, "well, I wish to leave, find someone willing to answer the many questions that now enter my now empty mind. Or find a place of seclusion where I can rest from the constant threat of being hunted." Geno thought for a moment, then said, "question for you bounty hunter; would you consider this woman...Raven, as you call her, beautiful? I would not know, it has been so long since I knew what beauty was. And if she is, then explain to me, what is beauty, and how do you see it in her? I am sorry for such a strange question, but I at least need one of my many questions answered before you return me to the exchange."

Humboldt had managed to metabolize the stunner with his hypermetabolism to the point where he could move decently well. "What, Raven? Well, she's not Voluptious, I suppose, or else she wouldn't be in this line of work, but I suppose that she's pretty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Cyborg. I am sure there is a man out there who thinks that Raven is God's gift to men, just as there is a man out there who thinks that she was mad merely to burn the retinas of all who travel the lanes. Now give me my gun back, or I'll take it!" Humboldt smirked at Raven, "Well, did you find my speech reason enough to stun me again?"

"Close to it." she grinned, flipping her blaster towards him, "It's nice to know I'm not just wallpaper, but if you went much further than that...I think I might actually be scared right now."

Geno thought on this for a moment, then said, "ah, I see, so, she's only pretty to your eyes, yet to others, she may seem average, or even gorgeous, yes now I see. But I still can't say I know my own judgement on this. As for the gun, you can take it, its just I cant move right now, my suit interface is back at the ruins. If you want the clamps to let go of your gun you'll need to get the interface so I can operate the suit; the stun shut my suit down!" Geno thought for a moment, then said, "do any of you have a story to pass the time?" this was his small excuse of a joke.

((Btw, as part of the way the TM post works in this thread, I'm controlling the senators, and pretty much every other NPC in this. So just treat them like they were my chars.))

"Well now, I have a better idea to get my gun. Raven, mind if I borrow your arc welder?" Without waiting for a response, and grabbed one from the locker. "Well, this shouldn't hurt, Cyborg, as your suit's shut down. We should be able to go back and get the interface device, though you should understand why I'll be keeping it, as long as that's alright with Raven, of course." Humboldt felt the aftertaste of stunner in every cell in his body. Just because he could do it didn't mean it tasted good. He took down his gun from the robot's back. "Ah, well, good thing I had her heatproofed, or I'd need to get a new one. And kid, my name's Humboldt."

Raven took a seat again, flipping the controls back to manual.

"If you can, I suggest you take a seat. If you can't...well...hope somebody'll prop you up. We've reached the Senate buidling." she said, flipping a few switches as she began her descent.

((Another thing I forgot to mention. This system also uses levels, in a very ambiguous manner. So... In honor of us no longer wanting to kill one another (They're love punches, FFWM12), I'm handing out a free level to everyone. This means that everyone's natural and special abilities get more powerful, so I can go longer periods without food, and stasis for longer, Reyvan's force powers become more powerful, etc. etc.))

After the roughish landing, and keeping his balance while supporting the Cyborg, Humboldt thought it was best not to push his luck, and made no quips. "Well, kid, follow me. I don't know how you're gonna get into the Senate chambers, especially if they are in session, but who knows. Raven, I trust you'll stay with the ship? And Ryan, if you want to come, I see no reason why not. Well, let us be off." Humboldt made for the door, leaving his rifle but taking a Mod blaster pistol, which he stowed in his boot.

"I guess I'll stay with Raven and the ship then" said Geno to Humboldt. He stood there, pondering the interface, ((if we picked it up?)) then turning his head, the one thing he could do, he said, "I would advise you put my S.P.H.E.R.E. Rifle somewhere where it wont get broken, that weapon alone cost 150,000,000 credits." He said this to Raven, because the gun was still up in the cockpit on the floor. When Humboldt was far enough away he said in a low voice to Raven, "I think he likes you!"

"Alright...Humboldt." He told him.

"Oh and, Cyborg? Next time, do some research about the Jedi and find out they are immune to poison," Reyvan said to him, grinning, and taking off with Humboldt.

"Well, this surely looks like it's grown up," Reyvan said.

((Do you mind telling me where the senate is, so I can edit this post to say I head their for some reason? That way I could meet you lot half way or there.))

((Steve, where has the Senate always been? :xp: Oh, and MA, isn't 150 million credits a lot for a gun? :lol: ))

Raven watched the loading ramp lower on one of the ship's many exterior cameras, the jedi and Humboldt appearing soon after.

"I think he likes you!" the cyborg whispered, and she couldn't help but grin.

"If he did, I think I might be just a bit more than scared." she answered, but didn't look towards him. "By the way, do you have another name besides 'Cyborg'?"

As they walked down the hall, Humboldt shuddered. "And to think. This place is kept so nice, so clean, when 300 feet below this there are near-endless slums. Well, here's where you'll have to take over." Two clone troopers with blaster rifles guarded the door. "The Senate is now in session. Please return at another time when they are not in session."

Clone Troopers? Damn those filthy beasts and Skywalker, Reyvan thought.

"We are here for a meeting with the Senate, and you will take us there. Now," Reyvan said, waving his hand.

"You are here for a meeting with the Senate, and we are going to take you two gentleman there, now," The troopers said in unison.

"Neat trick, uh?" Reyvan told Humboldt in a low tone, grinning.

((So, JS, when Reyvan addresses the Senate, act like he's addressing a character of mine))

"I suppose it is at that. Here we go." The clones led them into the Chambers, and from an air taxi hovering on the right side of the chamber came a booming voice, "Why have you interrupted our proceedings?"
"We are sorry, Senator Dans, but this man must have audience with you." The clones gestured to Reyvan, clearly waiting for him to justify his presence.

"Greetings, Senators. I am sorry for such an abrupt interruption, but it had to be. Let me introduce myself. I am Reyvan Skyrider, Last of the Jedi." He respectfully told them.

Senator Dans was apalled at the nerve of this child. "And, pray tell, what is a Jedi. No, Don't answer, it was a rhetorical question. Clones, please escort this young prankster out of our sight. I don't know how he got in here, but make sure he doesn't return." Dans had more important things to deal with than youngsters wanting to delay Senate decisions even further.

The Clones were about to touch him when he ignited both his sabers.

"This is the tool of the Jedi, the Lightsaber, alongside with the Force. We are Guardians of Peace, although were exctinted by the Sith, Four Millenia ago. Also, the reason why the Senate is delayed, is probably because of the Jedi's absence. No disrespect meant of course, Senator."

"I don't think that's such a good idea. I don't care how good a swordsman you are, but there are at least 1000 clones on Immediate Call to kick the crap out of us. Lets just leave. Or, if you don't want to, I'll leave." Humboldt gave a slightly mocking bow to the Senators. "Please forgive me for wasting your time." And with that, Humboldt was out the door.

((Steve, where has the Senate always been? :xp: Oh, and MA, isn't 150 million credits a lot for a gun? :lol: ))

Raven watched the loading ramp lower on one of the ship's many exterior cameras, the jedi and Humboldt appearing soon after.

"I think he likes you!" the cyborg whispered, and she couldn't help but grin.

"If he did, I think I might be just a bit more than scared." she answered, but didn't look towards him. "By the way, do you have another name besides 'Cyborg'?"

((considering high tech weapons come very close, or even over the million, or hundred million mark in this day and age. It's not to surprising to see a weapon that high in the Star Wars universe. Also considering it's highly illegal, and heavily experimental may also add to the cost. Then there's the fact that its 4000 ABY, and in the future, especially the Star Wars future, things would be expensive, very expensive. But lets not debate the fact, and get back to RP'ing! :) ))

Geno looked over at Raven and responded, "I am Geno 'T-IV', or Geno for a regular name. If you're wondering what Geno stands for, it is a multy meaning name, Genotype - as in genectics - which is what I am sorta, and Genoside - meaning the mass destruction of a particular peoples, or species - which is what I was meant to do..." he said this trailing off at the end of his sentence. "I am sorry for earlier, I just wanted to go somewhere where I could find 'who I am', and to find a place I could call...'home'" he said this with sincere sorrow, both for his earlier action, and himself. "You see, I lost all my previous life's memory when I was experimented on by the exchange, and created into what you see before you" he said apologising.

"Excuse me for a minute," Reyvan told them. He concentrated and reached out to Humboldt, it was probably useless, but considering the Force was in everyone, trying could be helpful. He stretched out and finally got to Humboldt.

Oh, so you're just going to run away? I killed many clones ago, but i am aware of that they could kill us. And i think that i can get what i want from the Senators.

There, the message sent.

"What i want is," He told them, kneeling, "to restore the Jedi Order, and to rebuild the Jedi Temple. But first, i must complete my training, or it will be useless."

((Look JS, I really don't think a Padawan killed thousands of clones, or even had a chance to. Also, most Padawans don't really think like you do, as they haven't been indoctrinated fully with the code yet, and all that is reigning them in is their Jedi Master. If you are going to keep this current line of posting, I will be forced to kill your character. In this thread, my powers extend that far. I hate doing it, but I can throw 1000 clone elites at you, and if you think you can beat that at level 2, then boy, are you stupid. Please change your post.))

Well, Exerkis, where have you been? I have changed my post, and i think i'm going well, i'm sorry for over-reacting, but i believe Reyvan is acting correct on his point of view. He is the Last of the Jedi, so, he is more arrogant and self-reliant of his skills, which will cost him dearly.

((Alright, Sorry about that. Been kinda busy, so I didn't have much time to recheck the posts. I'll try to be more consistent.))
Dans was taken aback by the child's change of heart. "Very well, I suppose we can consider the need to rebuild the order of 'Jedi.' We will contact you when we have come to a decision."
Humboldt got Reyvan's message and returned to the council chambers in time to hear the Senator's response. "Look kid," he whispered, "Knowing the Senators, that's the best response you're going to get. Learn to compromise, it's a valuable skill. You might also want to try and tone down tha arrogance. Lets head back to the ship."

"Alright Humboldt. Now, it is pointless to stay here," Reyvan said, clipping his main Lightsaber onto his belt and hid his secondary Lightsaber on a different place than last time as they left the building.

"Oh and, i'm sorry about my arrogance, it's a personal matter which i don't feel like talking about..."

"Right, well, I won't inquire if its a sensitive matter." Humboldt activated his comlink. "Well, the meeting with Senate went rather badly, as expected. Feel like taking me to that infernal cesspit, Nar Shadda? Or will I have to find my own ride?" Strolling over to the ship, he waited for Raven's response.

"Nar Shadda?" Reyvan asked, "That might be an interesting experience."

Velrogh had been following the group since that bleeding bounty hunter, Humboldt stole his target at the temple. But when he saw the Jedi there, he tought it might be more interesting to actualy stick around to see wat could come up. He followed the two when they exited the senate and waited till they entered the ship, he knocked and aited fro response.

"I sense something," Reyvan muttered, entering the ship. Quickly, he went to Eliora.

"He calls you Raven, right? Well, i just wanted to say i'm sorry for cutting your ship's blast doors, "Rave"," He said, smiling, but with a bit of blushing as well.

--Meanwhile, on Tatooine--

Darek Myt cautiously stepped out of the large, crude sandstone building. The orders had been clear and decisive, and there would be no mercy now. Chik Ilbos had issued command that Humboldt die, and what the boss said was final. There could be no arguing, seeing as he paid the credits at the end of the standard month.

He glanced cautiously down either direction of the sandy allyway. It was just dawn now, the meeting having ended just earlier. It was wiser to meet in the darkness of the night, even though the makeshift security that supposedly patrolled the city was no match for the band of mercinaries. And they were no where in site at the moment, giving him a clear run to the docking bay on the other side of the city. The entire guild of mercinaries were wanted men, and out alone in the morning, it was, sadly, possible to be overtaken if the patrollers surrounded you.

The last he had heard of ol' Humboldt, he had been on Coruscant, hanging around with someone who went by the name of Raven. It was a shame, really, that things had to work out this way, but they did. And Darek needed the money. He was confident that if he set off immedeatly, he could find Humboldt before he had much chance to realize what had happened.

And so he sprinted from the shadows into the allies, racing to the docking bay through the rosy morning light.

She looked over at Reyven as he entered the cockpit. Rave? she thought to herself, raising her eyebrows, Now that's one I haven't heard of before...

"It's...no problem." Raven answered, though the slight undertone in her voice implied different. "I'll just have them fixed at the next port -- it's far too expensive here in the capital..."

((Now that most everyone is back in, let's roll!))

"Now then, let's head out. I don't trust the senate not to put a tail on us, and that is one of the things that they are sadly quick about." As they took off, Humboldt took out one of the latest model stealth vibroblades. "And the Clone Elite troopers don't guard their pockets nearly well enough."

Geno heard Raven's suggestion on having the ship fixed at the next port, and pondered for a moment. "Ma'am, I am sorry also, let me make amends by repairing your ship for you, remember, I have to maintane this suit, so fixing a ship should be no problem. Besides, it'll be free," he said, swivaling his head in her direction. "Besides, you have nothing to worry about when you have my interface on you, you could just turn my suit off if I try anything, even though I won't."

Raven looked to Geno, blinking in surprise at his offer. He did have a point...and it would be nice to have those extra credits...

"Erm...sure, Geno, why not." she answered, "Apology accepted. Tools are back in the garage if you need them."

After a moment, she turned to Humboldt. "Alright, Mr. Stick-fingers, where to next? Or were you serious about Nar Shaddaa?"

"Um, not to sound rude, but I think you mean sticky fingers," said Geno, correcting her mistake. "And, erm, I need you to turn my suit on please...I can't repair if I can't move..." he said pointently. "Just hit the triangular button on the first screen, head down the menu to the red circle, press it, it'll bring up a menu of letters and numbers, scroll to the right , then down three screen lengths, and press T1-05872510006732-U5Y colon ZQ-02, once that's done, go down until you see the image of a skull with a tongue sticking out and winking at you, that's my personal recording and writings sytem, please I beg, don't go in the other files, they're personal. Now, continuing...." he said, droning on with his instructions, telling her to go through a dozen more sreens, and each button to press became more complicated to remember, each screen being longer and harder to navigate.

"I was serious. I figure the best place to track down a scumbag is a place full of them. Besides, Morto owes me a favor, and you know how good hutts, or at least hutt's servants, are at tracking people down." Humboldt strolled over to the back viewport, twirling the vibroblade in his hand. "Uh oh. Raven, you might want to come look at this." Following them, and not too stealthily, was a Clone ship that looked armed to the teeth. "Well, either clones do guard their pockets or the Senate doesn't want to deal with the jedi. Either way, it means bad news for us. Well, me and Reyvan at least, and as long as we're on your ship you and the tincan as well. I suggest we change course. To Tatooine. We'll probably be able to lose them there, if they even know where it is. I'm friends with one of the dockworkers there, so we should be pretty safe. If there's a docking fee, I'll pay it, of course."

((Sorry, Vergloth, I didn't see that your post was changed. Maybe you can catch up with us on Tatooine?))

"Sithspit, i hate it when something like this happens," Reyvan said, "But, Tatooine? Well, now that's an experience. Where to exactly on Tatooine? Mos Eisley, Mos Entha, Mos Espa...?"

(( np ill join on tatooine. might as well get rid of those pesky clones for you. You can still go to Tatooine just make some excuse like the hyperspace coordinates are stuck and you cant go anywhere but the ones you had already put (even if the clonesare down and you rather go to Nar' shadda you cant) . Their stuk because of some device the clones stok on you so you couldnt get away dunno :D!!!!!))

Velrogh had to back up quickly because suddenly the ship engines started and the ship lift off.

"Son of a Gamorean!" sweread Velrogh "Hmmmm...there are two options: one he saw me and thought i was here for the bot and ran away, the second one they didnt heard me knocking... I hope its the second, anyways, might as well get to my ship."

He ran off and got to the skyscraper where he had landed is ship: the Death Warden. He started th engines and tried to tail the ship. He finally got a sight of them but their were being followed by two clone ships.
Velrogh got behind them and launched two ion energy balls at them, he saw the ships blow up and crash. He smiled and got the coordinates of the ship so he could track them
"Tatooine hey...? Nice place this time of the year".

"Dammit." Raven hissed under her breath as the clone ships accelerated, closing in, their turrets charging. In a minute, she was going to get a whole tone of proton up her tailpipes.

C'mon... she thought to herself, swerving as the calculations were adding up in the star chart, the hyperdrive warming. Just a few seconds longer...

Suddenly, a new blip appeared on the radar, and she grimaced. Not more... She heard the sound of a proton missile firing at the same time the route to Tatooine locked into the computer. Not waiting to see the outcome, she gunned the hyperdrive, tearing open a hole in hyperspace.

Darek Myt ducked into the shadows behind the speeder workshop. He was in the main plaza now, and the first sun was only halfway over the horizon. He glanced out around the building.

"Damn" He muttered, almost silently, to himself.

To have come so far, not even having been noticed, not even seen a trace of security... and there they were, directly outside of the front entrance to the only docking bay in Mos Trinos.

I'll have to go around, he thought in momentary frustration. I could slip in the back entranceway without them noticing I'm there. The odds are good, it's not bright yet...

What do they want with the docking bay?

He snuck around the back of workshop, slipping over a junk pile not quite as steathily as he would have hoped, but the guards seemed not to notice none the less. And when he approached the back entrance of the bay, he saw there the door open, and inside stood four visible security officers, blasters in hand but down at their sides, standing over the body of Nicklis Oyg, a fellow mercinary from the guild- and one who had been alive and attentive at the meeting that only minutes earlier.

Darek dashed for the hideout.