|
|
Post by Dark Templar on Apr 21, 2014 2:20:58 GMT
Where am I? What's going on? Where's my tank, and my crew? Francis asked himself, as he pushed himself off the ground. The man quickly pushed himself up onto his feet, and adjusted the strap that held his MP40 to his body. Strangely enough he had been carrying it into combat, despite being a tank commander. Ever fearful that his vehicle would be disabled, and he would be required to become a foot soldier. However as the German looked around, he saw several people around him, of varying appearance, uniform, and well so on, Understanding the fact he was easily outnumbered, and no fighting had broken out yet he kept his weapon lowered. "Do any of you, know vhere the ze hell we are?" He asked in English, his voice thickly accented however.
Flippy was one of the few who had willingly chosen to come here, however he found that he had no way back to his home. "What's going on?" He asked curiously, looking behind himself, where he had come from, one second he was in his home town, the next he was in a damn pine forest.
"[ Flippy, I know it's hard for you to process, much beyond a few poor memories, and daily events. However if you hadn't realized, that little, "portal" you walked through, teleported us!]" Fliqpy scolded, however the only person that could hear him, was Flippy. After all, Fliqpy was just a second personality, a very complex, and human one though.
Flippy remained silent for now, not wanting to talk aloud to his, "companion", Fliqpy, in front of so many new people. Instead he watched, and listened as the German spoke, albeit curious why someone would be here dressed like that. The uniform was outdated, yet it looked brand new, freshly sewn almost. "If anything, I'll assume we're in a forest. However I can tell nothing beyond that."
((Please be considerate, Elsa is absent for the moment, to my knowledge. So Don't post too much without her.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Kutie Elsa on Apr 21, 2014 4:54:59 GMT
She rolled over coming back from the dazed state she was left in. Her pistols were on her person and the Masada was quickly in her hand as she rolled over ontop of it using it to push herself up from the ground quickly. She held it on stand by to have it quickly drawn if needed. Her Messenger bag still remained on the forest floor by her foot.
"You, sprechen sie deutsch, ja? " She said to the man dressed like a Nazi.
|
|
|
|
Post by SeizedChief on Apr 21, 2014 8:07:49 GMT
"Secure those blast door!" Garen ordered as he heard the clang of ships latching onto the hull. "You heard the General! Move, move, move!" Captain Sticks yelled, getting his men to lock down the doors leading from the hangar to the command towers. Sticks had earned his nickname by apparently taking down a Droideka and two Super Battledroids with a couple of tree limbs after getting pissed off. Not only had he finally earned a nickname, but also a promotion. Garen looked down the hall, watching as the doors closed. He kept feeling a ripple in the force, a presence nearby that radiated with dark side. "Captain, put your men on full alert. We've got trouble." Sticks nodded in response, and managed to get out the message before a large explosion rocked the ship. "Status!?" He yelled into his communicator.
"We've lost contact with all teams guarding the port section leading to the bridge, I think they're trying to flank you sir." Just as the officer finished Garen heard blaster fire down the corridor behind him. He turned, igniting his saber as the droids rounded the corridor. He managed to deflect a couple shots, taking out some of the droids. "Retreat! Back to the bridge, I'll cover you!" He held them off a while longer, making sure the rest of his men were clear, before following.
He and his troops fell back, managing to make it back to the bridge with little casualties. Garen rushed for the holotable, finally realizing he was screwed if he didn't get help. "Who's the nearest fleet to ours?" He asked.
"I believe its Kenobi's, sir." An officer replied.
"Put him through!" Garen ordered. Through some miracle they still had coms. A hologram of the renown Jedi appeared, with his former apprentice Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano standing beside him. "Ah, Garen Marr. A pleasure to see you again." The Jedi said calmly.
"Master, I need some help. I've been attacked by a massive fleet, and we've been all but obliterated. If we don't get reinforcements now, we're all dead." He explained.
"Understood, Anakin and Admiral Yuleran will be there soon. Just hold them off a little longer." Obi-Wan said. Garen let lose a slight sigh of relief, and switched off coms. He knew they might be too late though.
He heard a hissing, and turned to the door. a pair of red blades were cutting a circle in the blast door. "Ventress... Get back!" He ordered.The few clones that were on the bridge moved away from the door, and into cover. Sticks took cover right behind the holotable, and Garen stood next to him. The sabers finished their circle, and the door flew forward into the holotable. Garen ignited his blade, deflecting the shots of several droids as they swarmed in. The droids seemed to only focus on the clones, and remaining officers. They continued poring in until only Sticks and Garen remained. The droids suddenly stopped firing, but he didn't lower his blade. Nor did Sticks lower his two blaster pistols. "My, my. What a fight you put up. A shame it was for nothing." Ventress said as she walked in. Garen had never seen her, or faced her before. But he had heard stories of the Jedi that had fallen to her. "What do we have, Asajj Ventress? It's a shame you'd waste so much time on me. So sweet of you." Garen replied.
"It's not a waste though my dear. All I want is that little holocron of yours... Hand it over and I'll make sure you die quickly!"
"You want it? Come and get it." Garen replied.
Ventress leaped at him over the table, igniting her two red blades. Sticks managed to leap to the side, and Garen managed to parry the strike. She wasted no time backing him up with continuous strikes, but Garen managed to stop her advance with his own attacks. They ended up locking blades, and the crackling of the blades filled the room. "Just give up boy! You're weak! Your style is pathetic!" She taunted. He managed to push her back, breaking their lock, and proceeded to put her on the defensive with continuous strikes. She backed up slightly, but managed to go back on the offensive. Garen managed to dodge a wide swing, using it to attack her side. She managed to dodge herself, and backed up a little more. She raised her hands and reached out to the force, throwing him across the room into the front of the bridge. "Pathetic..." She muttered. Sticks raised his pistols, finally getting a good shot, and let loose a swarm of blue blaster bolts at the Sith assassin. "She deflected them easy, and started choking the captain with the force. Garen leaped across the room, causing Ventress to drop Sticks and bring her own sabers to bear. She dropped Sticks into one of the trenches that ran along side the main walkway on the bridge, and had choked him into unconsciousness. Ventress pushed him back again with the force, not as strongly as before though. And he simply slid across the floor. He recovered, bringing himself to his feet. He noticed some rip, a black and white tear off to the right side of the bridge when he was picking him self up. A portal? No, it cant... What is it? Ventress saw it too, and tried to beat him to it. But he leaped first, barely making it in before her.
White noise and dizziness is what accompanied him as he pulled himself off the forest floor. He slipped his saber away, onto his belt and took in his surroundings. Garen had no idea what planet he was on, and even if it was inhabited. The former could be anywhere from Alderan to Yavin IV to Tython. The latter question got answered as he saw a few others sprawled out on the ground, and a couple talking to each other. He approached cautiously, still not knowing where he had been transported to. He heard one talking in some language he didn't recognize at all, and decided to sit out trying to talk to the local inhabitants. He stood off a little, enough to be noticed, but not enough to be cared about. And crossed his arms as he watched. I could really use a protocol droid about now...
|
|
m222
New Member
Posts: 41 
|
Post by m222 on Apr 21, 2014 8:21:14 GMT
Carter quickly sat up after hearing the German speak and stared at him with a puzzled look on his face for a few seconds. After seeing that a few of the other figures around him were also armed he slowly rose from the ground and looked around him. "Well, if that's hell I expected it to be warmer!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "Hey, look" he continued in a calmer, almost diplomatic tone after hearing the armed woman talk in german "We're stuck here with no way out so it'd be much better if we all spoke the same language." He then looked at his back straight into the figure of a peculiarly dressed man. After analyzing his appearance for a few seconds he subtly shook his head in disbelief of what he sees and looked back at the German officer.
|
|
|
|
Post by spartaneternal on Apr 21, 2014 14:29:54 GMT
Jason stood up off the ground. "The hell, the last thing I need in some inter dimensional crap. I was in the middle of a briefing." Jason studies his suit looking for any damages but everything seems fine. He looks around at the odd group. "We'll I can tell this will be a pain."
|
|
|
|
Post by Dark Templar on Apr 21, 2014 18:40:02 GMT
"Ja, natürlich habe ich Deutsch sprechen, ich laufe Panzer, für ein Leben." Francis replied with a little smirk as he looked at the younger girl, a bit of a chuckle arose from him strangely enough. "Zis man has a point, ve should focus, on speaking ze same language. Ja?." As he spoke he turned his gaze towards the officer. "Oberwachtmeister Francis, Herrman. Pleasure to meet you."
Flippy still stood watching, his hand instinctively reaching for his pistol, however it wasn't of his own doing. More or less it was Fliqpy influencing his movements for now. "Flippy." He said calmly, not realizing how strange his own name must have sounded to the group here. However with where he was from, his name wasn't all that strange, if anything it was the more normal one around the city.
|
|
m222
New Member
Posts: 41
|
Post by m222 on Apr 21, 2014 19:16:50 GMT
"Roy Carter, Police Captain" Carter replied and nodded at Herrman before pausing for a moment. "It seems that we are not of this... place and with this in mind, I say we all leave our differences aside to get back to where we were." After saying this, Carter looked down, recollecting his thoughts and the memories of what would have been his final moments. "Back where we came from, that is..."
|
|
|
|
Post by SeizedChief on Apr 22, 2014 2:12:56 GMT
Good, they speak basic... "Garen Marr, Jedi Knight." He said, stepping forward and doing a polite bow. He looked at the men's faces, and sensed only confusion through the force. "I guess you all found one of those portals as well?" He guessed. "Well, if we want to get out of here, we might want to find a transport." He pulled out his communicator, tapping buttons and trying to get a signal. "And communication so we can contact the Republic." He concluded.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tenshi on Apr 22, 2014 3:28:59 GMT
Vector and the rest of delta squad where fighting the now rampaging tyrant while fleeing the exploding underground lab when the tyrant swiped at him flinging him off the lift straight into the inferno bellow. Accepting his fate he closed his eyes prepared for the burning pain but all he felt was a few branches of a tree snapping from the force then he hit the ground leaving him dazed and confused.
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 4:29:15 GMT
As Garth stepped through, his mind began to wonder about what awaited on the other side of the gate. In an instant he appeared in a strange forest that he had never seen before. Directly in front of him was a group of strange people all wearing different gear. Garth assumed that everyone was lost based on the puzzled expressions. Garth began to lift his hand creating a small ring of blades surrounding him and proceeded towards the group. "Excuse me but do any of you happen to know where we are?"
|
|
|
|
Post by SeizedChief on Apr 22, 2014 4:42:19 GMT
Garen turned, hearing a thump. And turned again after hearing someone ask a question. He eyed the blades circling the man, and hesitated. He resolved to appear calm though, and replied. "You seemed to have fallen into the situation we're all in. We're all on some wild planet. I think we need to work together if we're going to get transport." He glanced back at the guy on the ground, then back to the man with blades around him. "Who are you, are you a Jedi?" He asked, assuming the man was using the force.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kutie Elsa on Apr 22, 2014 5:52:48 GMT
(Changing the name of Kirsten's PMC company to "The Laughing Coffin" I will update it in SU later)
"Fine, I see what's going haha dis is funny." She said in an English sounding accent however she pronounced her English words much like a German would. This accent could be Finnish or Swedish for earthlings who know their dialects. Kirsten gazed around at everyone seeing a few space aged men and a Jedi with laser swords. She could only begin to giggle to herself as she reached for her keys in her bag. She started to just walk off into the woods by herself mumbling words, "Those damn pricks, think this shit is funny." She clicked the key fob and the horn of her car could be heard echoing in the distance. "I bet they bought all those from party city or Amazon, I am sick of those guys messing with me..." Of course she was referring to her brothers in the Laughing Coffin.
|
|
|
|
Post by spartaneternal on Apr 22, 2014 11:40:57 GMT
"Well I'm in no hurry, might a well send up a flare though." A latch on The back of Jason's suit slide open and a mechanism fired a blue flare into air high above the trees. "Plus now I have to recalibrate for this landscape" Jason kneeled and began messing with several small hidden knobs and switches all around the front of his suit.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dark Templar on Apr 22, 2014 18:44:18 GMT
Flippy was likely one of the few to follow after, Kirsten, after all she was the only one even going anywhere. Besides Fliqpy was the one making suggestions, due to the fact Flippy himself lacked common sense in some aspects. That and for a a veteran, he seemed nervous almost, wortied and fearful of death. "Ma'am, where are you going?" He asked, still walking behind her, awaiting any repercussions.
In the mean time, Francis had failed to notice anyone leaving, he simply stood with a confused look, however a smile did cross his lips. "Wundebar, we're all going to die at this rate. I wish my tank could have just gotten hit."
|
|
m222
New Member
Posts: 41
|
Post by m222 on Apr 22, 2014 19:12:51 GMT
Carter nodded at Francis' remark. "Your turn to make a point, I guess." He then coughed as if to clear his voice, "Alright!" he exclaimed, making sure that everyone could hear him while not sounding hostile "I know all of this is weird to each and every one of you, myself included" he continued in a calmer but still quite audible tone "But what I also know..." he paused and murmured to himself "or hope rather...is that you value your return to where you were!" he said audibly again, repeating the gist of his previous attempt. "Thus, I would like to kindly ask you to at least try to acquaint yourselves with each other and cooperate to go on and find a way to get out of here!"
|
|
