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That out-dated old fighter was still wandering around space. They had watched the shiney warships chasing each other earlier, but that soon grew boring to the occupants of the fighter. So, it spent a few minutes recharging its FTL drives and then disappeared.

It would unfold into reality again far, far away. This time quite close to a planet out in the middle of nowhere. Scans could immedietly show that this fighter was patheticly armed, an empty rocket pod under one wing and a 30mm gun on the nose. The fighter had to be at least a hundred years old, and was painted a dark green. Oddly enough, it had skids instead of wheels and a propeller mounted on the nose that wasn't spinning.

The fighter's engines went into full reverse, as the occupants realized that the big object infront of them was a starship. And it was close. The fighter had quite nearly jumped into the starship.

The fighter's engines fluttered and then died, and it continued to drift forward sloooowly. Then.. *bump* at about 5 kmph, the fighter's nose bumped against the starship's shields with a hollow sort of sound.

The NES Reiver skimmed through system defense duty, an easy job in the Sanctuary system nowadays. With so much going on, the sensor screens were far out enough that nothing larger than a frigate could possibly sneak up on them.

The sensors officer was reclining in his chair, headphones half on, barely paying any attention to the scanners. Once the fighter appeared, however, the whole scanning bank went insane. Alarms shot through the headphones, jerking the officer awake in a spasm that made his superior think he was having cardiac arrest.

But the vessel was automated to the point that the scanning operative was unnecessary in alerting the crew. Alarms now began blaring over the entirety of the ship, screaming such gems of wisdom as "Warning!," "Proximity alert!," "Impact on shields!," and "All sectors, Code RED!" Every weapon available rotated to face this 'threat,' preparing to demolish it from existance. Point defense guns were in some cases mere meters from the craft, menacing to a fighter so small.

But the 'threat' did nothing threatening. It just sat there. After several tense seconds, a camera was finally trained on the small fighter, revealing a cluster of... something? What was that in the cockpit? There were murmers through the bridge as the cockpit seemed to writhe with... something.

A channel was opened with the fighter, humerous since it was close enough to touch.

This is No Endorse destroyer, NES Reiver. Please state your designation, origin, and purpose for being in the Sanctuary system.

The fighter hung there, drifting backwards inch by inch after the slight bump. Afterall, there's no friction to keep it from doing so. The fighter didn't reply, as it seemed to be dead in the water. The engines showed as overheating on scanners, and the power systems were off.

The cockpit windows were tinted against the harsh glares of a sun in space, so only vague movement could be seen from within. A few seconds pass, and then the flaps on the wings jiggle a little. Then, the tail flap jerked back and forth. Yes, electroniclly dead.

As cameras zoomed in on the fighter, they might take note that there is an empty equipment slot near the nose, where typically a radio might go. But there is nothing there now. The fighter had a slight tumble to it after the impact, and the nose was coming up. It would drift there by the starship, slowly spinning backwards at about one turn per minute.

The murmering increased as more information poured in. Electronicly dead, and had atmospheric flaps?! Why was what was presumably a short-range atmospheric fighter randomly jumping in-system? The captain called for a system shuttle, regretting that the NES Reiver lacked a hanger. Everyone was so curious as to what this thing could be carrying.

Fortionatly, they did not have long to wait. The system shuttle locked onto the fighter, dragging it into a nearby dock. As it was deposited gently on the floor of the station's expansive hangar, a small crowd of technicians and scientists gathered around, called up to find out what this was and where it was from.

A moment passed. Then... hiss! The seal on the cockpit loosened, and the cockpit canopy slowly lifted upwards. Three sets of eyestalks peered up out of the cockpit towards the crowd assembled shyly.

Some Blubby chattering back and forth, then one of the Blubs emerged, scurrying out onto the nose of the fighter to examine the slight dent and scratched paint where they'd bumped into the shields. The Blub squinted, then chittered back to the other two in the cockpit.

Another emerged, flopping out onto the floor of the bay. He glared at the people assembled, then lifted a tiny little flag with the green blob and squiggly lines, which represents the Blubs. The flag had a suction cup on the bottom, and the Blub licked it before... *plop* planting the flag - via suction cup - onto the deck of the ship.

Chatter. I claim this .. metal thing in the name of Blubs! The other two Blubs cheered squeakily and clapped tentacles.

The previous murmering of the assembled scientists was reduced to a confused silence as this blob thing apparently laid claim to the dock. Finally, one of them stumbled (or was brutally shoved) towards the creatures, stopping a respectful distance away. He a biologist called in to research the type of creatures for whom this craft was made, but his specialty was in the lab, not in actually encountering living sentients.

"Err... hello there?" He managed a nervous wave. "Yeah, hi. My name is Robert Hubble, and I'd like to welcome you to No Endorse. We are very pleased that you believe us good enough to try to claim, but we are very much claimed already. Now, would you be so kind as to tell us where you're from?"

The Blub for a moment, ignored the talking scientist. Rather, he poked at the little flag with a tentacle. The flag bent over, then sprung back upright with a soft 'doooing', and the little flag flapped about. The Blub seemed to giggle, and the others clapped again.

Finally, the Blub's eyestalks turned upwards to peer at the scientist. He held up a small speaker-like device, and began jabbering. The device of course, translated. "We are from the Blub Homeworld, Juno Seven. I am Blub." He pointed at his two companions, "This is Blub, and Blub." They nodded.

The lead Blub then squinted, and gestured at the slightly-dented front of the old fighter. "Also, you ran into us. Who is your insurance company?"

"Insurance? And you... Blubs? Wait, don't you have names other than 'Blub?' Anyways, you came out of jumpspace and rammed us, you're lucky you didn't splatter. I'm sure the techies here can fix you up with something better than that piece of junk if you ask, but not if you're going to try to claim this place."

One of the engineers turned and ran to a intercom on the wall, and spoke quickly into it. They needed someone in control here.

The Blub turned to his two comrades and squeaked out something. They looked at each other and shrugged. One of them leaned over the nose of the fighter and closely examined the dent. He squeaked.

The main Blub looked around, scratching at himself and pondering. Then, he held up the translator,

"Well. I suppose we won't lay claim to you. However! We have demands."

Dramatic pause. Then..

"We want candy."

The other two Blubs chittered.

"And soda."

ooc: I apologize for the extended time with no replies, I'm swamped with school and posts right now (plus two commisions for 3Dmodeling, one of which I'm not sure I can accomplish)

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"Candy and soda? Uhhh..." The various personel on station glanced at each other, notincing that the creatures appeared serious. "Err... does anyone here have some money?"

An engineer pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and walked towards a small break room located at the edge of the hangar. He returned shortly with several sodas and candy bars, a bag of chips stuffed in his pocket for himself later.

He tossed a candy bar at the lead 'Blub.' "Here, 'ave some on me."

ooc: I apologize for the extended time with no replies, I'm swamped with school and posts right now (plus two commisions for 3Dmodeling, one of which I'm not sure I can accomplish)

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"Candy and soda? Uhhh..." The various personel on station glanced at each other, notincing that the creatures appeared serious. "Err... does anyone here have some money?"

An engineer pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and walked towards a small break room located at the edge of the hangar. He returned shortly with several sodas and candy bars, a bag of chips stuffed in his pocket for himself later.

He tossed a candy bar at the lead 'Blub.' "Here, 'ave some on me."


A tentacle whipped out and snatched the candy bar out of the air. Soon, the Blubs were chewing on candybars and sipping from soda bottles loudly. Slurrrrp.

One of them sort of.. Blubbed around the crew, examining and poking at them curiously while sipping soda through a plastic straw.

In the backround, the lead Blub continued to hold the translator while waiting for someone important to show up. "We must conduct negotiations. ...... And also exchange insurance information."

One of the Blubs who had been prodding the humans was unlucky enough to prod the only female present. He could only wonder at why the human had smacked his tentacle away and drew back quickly, turning bright red in the process.

Ignoring the chaos behind him, Robert Hubble continued to converse with the Blub in front of him. "Insurance we can cover. In fact, we can probably arrange something in better condition than that fighter."

In the midst of all of this, half a dozen security guards entered the massive hangar enclave, moving purposefully towards the small group. They gathered everyone up and took the group to the small nearby break room, in order to 'better await the coming diplomats.'

Robert Hubble looked at the Blub closest to him. "Looks like we wait now... eh?"

One of the Blubs who had been prodding the humans was unlucky enough to prod the only female present. He could only wonder at why the human had smacked his tentacle away and drew back quickly, turning bright red in the process.

Ignoring the chaos behind him, Robert Hubble continued to converse with the Blub in front of him. "Insurance we can cover. In fact, we can probably arrange something in better condition than that fighter."

In the midst of all of this, half a dozen security guards entered the massive hangar enclave, moving purposefully towards the small group. They gathered everyone up and took the group to the small nearby break room, in order to 'better await the coming diplomats.'

Robert Hubble looked at the Blub closest to him. "Looks like we wait now... eh?"

The Blubs were of course, herded up and shuffled off to the break room. Before they left, one paused.. pulled out a set of keys and clicked a small button on the keychain. *chirp* The fighter's security system came on, and the headlamp flashed once.

Then they went, shuffling along among the crowd of humans. Once at the breakroom, several approached the vending machines and fiddled with the buttons.

The one sitting near Hubble blinked,blinked,blinked and peered up at him owlishly with those funny eyestalks. Then he held up his translator, "I think so. Are we in trouble? What do you mean, better than that fighter? You don't like it?" The Blub seemed genuinely hurt by the thought.

a hunter class gunships exted transwarp on board 3 batlle broters and 2 dreadnoughs and the giverner skull spliter

coms to no edrose ship this is the hunter class gunship the shadow requsting permision to dock to buy arms

The Mark V Integrated Battlefield Command Computer, the only one of its kind in existance, lay serenely deep beneath the surface of Sanctuary. The entry of the Sephrion vessel was a mere sidenote in the huge numbers of craft this behemoth handled daily during peace or war, and it generated and sent a message without a second thought, if machines can have thoughts.

Greetings Sephrion warship, this is Sanctuary Control. Please proceed to Sanctuary Oribtal Dock 004 for immediate docking and negotiations. We are always happy to have customers.

Dock 004 already had some foreigners on board, those little 'Blubs' that had just appeared from nowhere, and it seemed only right to kill two birds with one diplomatic team.

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"Wel... err... your fighter isn't exactly in the best condition..." stutterd Robert, trying his best to be polite. "I'm sure we can repair it, or if it was totalled by the crash, get you a new one..." A man in a suit walked up and said a few words to the leader of the security contingent. "...And it looks like the wait is over..."

The man stepped into the crowded break room. "Alright, all of you scientists are dismissed. Some men will debrief you when you leave. Except for you Mister Hubble, I want you to stay, since you seem to have met them."

He bent towards the Blub sitting next to Robert. "Hello, I'm Bruce Halsey, I'm the minister of the Military in No Endorse. How are you today?"

Like little green submarines, the periscope-like eyestalks turned towards the newcomers in the breakroom curiously. Then the Blubs would wave at the scientists as they began to go. The scientists were friendly enough.

The Blub speaking to Hubble opened his mouth to reply about the fighter, then blinkedblinkedblinked and looked at Halsey. "Hello. I'm Blub. I'm fine. You sell weapons? What kind of weapons? We need ships."

coms so be it the gonvener has bought his own secruity team

polit begining leandingproudurces battle brothers and dreadnoughts lwe land soon

One of the Blubs blinked, frowned and looked at the other. "Did you fart?" The Blub shook its head, blinking. "I thought I just smelled something rank. Oh well." The two went back to chewing contently on candy from the snack machine and sipping soda through straws.

The automated docking systems of the expansive complex whirred to life, immediatly sizing up the Sephrion vessel and directing it to a proper berth, a few dozen meters from the Blub fighter. Numerous scaffolds and hoses extended, ready to cradle this vessel in a protective nest of equipment.

Welcome to Sanctuary. Please feel free exit your ship, and a representative will meet you shortly.

A tall and lanky diplomat moved towards the pad, straitening his tie, awaiting the vessel's landing, and the exit of its crew. He stood atop a large platform, placed to be level with what was estimated as the ship's main hatch. Beside him stood a crate of brochures from different arms contractors for numerous purposes.

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"Hello, Mister Blub..." Bruce was slightly startled by the name. Yet, it fit so well... He extended his hand to the Blub, and continued. "Anyways, yes, we sell weapons. We sell just about anything. Cruisers, frigates, fighters, whatever you desire. We'll even create or modify designs to fit your needs."

He motioned to a secretary hovering outside the door. "I've sent for a brochure of some of the products we produce. It highlights the major four defense companies, as well as numerous other small ones, and their specialties."

In the midst of all of this, Robert Hubble glanced about, looking at the security being thrown up around this room hastily. A sentry gun was being moved into place, and several more security guards had appeared.

the governer and his personal guard desembarked dreadnaoughts close protection formation what im looking for is an faster gunship that can hold 20 fullu armed battle brothers or 5 dreadnoughts the coverner had a laspisol in a holster and a chainsword

The main Blub beamed a big smile up at Bruce and extended a tentacle to weakly shake the fellow's hand. "Hi!" He then produced a small datapad and pressed a button, checking his notes. "Currently we are in need of frigates or destroyers, you know, a light starship for search and rescue, exploration and things like that. We have developed a fighter-bomber, but could also probably use other types for diversity purposes. We also need a battle rifle or assault rifle to standardize our military with."

In the backround, a Blub was snaking a tentacle up into the snack machine to grab treats, passing them out to his partner and nearby human crew members.

"You're quite in luck then, if crashing your fighter is lucky." Bruce smiled, chuckling inwardly at the Blub stealing from the candy machine. "You see, we kind of specialize in smaller craft. Well, naval craft in general, but we concentrate pretty heavily on the smaller classes." A secretary walked in the door, and handed Bruce a glossy looking brochure, which he proceeded to hand to the Blub.

"We are equipped to produce and service four frigate classes. From oldest to newest, they are the Wasp, Wasp Two, Hornet, and Jennifer Halsey classes. The Jennifer Halsey class has not quite hit full production yet, however early production models are proving superior to the Hornet and Wasp Two in every way."

He flipped a page, revealing a large picture of a vessel with the words 'REINVENTING SYSTEM PATROLS' printed in glaring yellow across the top. "There is also the James Talon class corvette. These things are quite expensive for their size. However, they boast capabilities unheard of in a craft their size, and we expect that we will not have to make any major modifications or upgrades to this design for decades, except in switching out its modular reactor, weapon, and computer systems every so often."

Bruce looked back up from the brochure, smiling at the Blub. "Feel free to keep this borchure, and ask whatever you want."

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Got to go to class, will reply to Seph when I get home.

(Sorry for the short posts lately.. I'm in the middle of a move, and have no internet until maybe.. Monday or so. Been using a local pay-to-play computer to access NS.)

The cute little Blub took the brochure and examined it, blinking his eyes. He turned it upside down, then sideways. A soft chitter. The other two wandered over and the trio of 'explorers' examined the pages of the brochure, trading 'oooo's and 'aaaah's now and then when something particularly shiney catches their attention.

Finally, one of them produced a tiny little comm device and chittered into it. It took about ten minutes, but a reply finally arrived through a FTL communication from home.

The Blub looked up at Bruce. "We would like to immedietly purchase four Hornet class, three Halsey class and five Talon class. We would like the hulls of the Talon class ships chromed, please." The Blubs love shiney.

ooc: tis aight, RL happens. I had a funeral to go to weekend before last, and a wedding last weekend.
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"Excellent." Bruce pulled out a small pocket computer and tapped out a few sentences. "Your order is placed. We'll bill you later, unless you have a credit card with a multi-billion credit limit. The Hornet class will be en route as soon as we get you to sign the ownership contracts, and find out where to deliver them, mister Blub." Bruce grinned inwardly. A dozen vessels in as many minutes! These Blubs might not only be good potential allies, they might be good customers too!

... Plus they were cute!

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the governer and his personal guard desembarked dreadnaoughts close protection formation what im looking for is an faster gunship that can hold 20 fullu armed battle brothers or 5 dreadnoughts the governer had a laspisol in a holster and a chainsword

"Greetings your Govenership," said Luke Hodges, bowing deeply as he recognized the Sephrion insignia. He eyed the pitsol and sword for a moment, fingering the 'panic switch' in his pocket. It was the size of a remote car lock, with buttons ranging from 'watch him closely' to 'vape this guy!' He scowled inwardly and pressed the lowest button. There would be a camera following the govener's every movement from here. The armaments might be ceremonial, but it wasn't woth a senior diplomat's life to find out if they worked or not.

"I'm afraid that we don't have a gunship capable of carrying such materiel at this time," he continued, straightening up again. "We don't plan to in the near future either. However, I could direct you to the James Talon class customs corvette, which can easily carry that many, and with a few easy modifications, could be made to possess very a respectable range."

I hate this job He thought disgruntledly, watching for the govener's response. Why can't I get field duty again? Oh right... that time going to Snake Eaters where I managed to splinter my arm like that.

ooc: Linky to James Talon corvette (http://z13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=2947) (only one I've got a stat block for currently)

i come on behalf of the shadow angels legoin comander prince zax he said. ill take 2 of them ah i sse you noticed tis silver ingena marking me as one of the sephrion empire sector governers and as a commander of the shadow angels. dont wory my weapons are only cerimonal even thought they work be sides my personal escort is my main protection. how much is it and whats with thoese things he said gesturing to the blubs

The 'lead' Blub continued to eyeball the brochure. Eventually, he looked back up at Bruce owlishly and gestured with the translator device. "You'll have to bill us. We're good for it, though. Send the bill to President Blub on Juno Seven." Nodding, eyestalks bobbing.

One of the other Blubs was stuffing doritos into his maw, ranch flavored, while peering at the strange people who had .. appearently came into the breakroom and was now pointing at the Blubs. The Blub with the doritos continued chewing, then made a face, chittering something to the Blub sipping pepsi out of a bottle with a straw. That Blub took a look as well, then giggled at whatever comment had been made.

Meanwhile, the Blub with the translator was going on, "We are also interested in a battle rifle to standardize our ground forces with. We've already decided to go with gyrojet technology for our marines. The lack of recoil is extremely efficient for microgravity combat." Blub Marines. Yup.

"Rifles?" Bruce smiled ruefully, and shrugged. "Well... you see, here's the problem. We don't domesticly produce anything in the way of an infantry weapon. Our ground forces are... well, not of the highest calliber in some cases. There are some supplies produced domesticly, but they are mostly spare charges and repair parts for equipment we bought elsewhere. However, if you have any designs you'd like us to produce, I'm sure we can rapidly put some production lines into place."

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Besides green and cute? Luke thought, I have no idea...

"Oh... come this way please sir," he motioned the govener away from the break room and towards the corvette on the hangar floor. "They are some diplomats paying us a visit. They are 'Blubs' I believe. They quite literally stumbled into Sanctuary. Other than that, I don't know anything about them. As for the two corvettes, that will be a grand total of twenty billion everything included. There are a few options that we can remove during production, however, if you wish for a reduced price. However, the top variant is extremely expandable and upgradable, as well as being one of a kind."

The little green Blub pondered, scratching at his head with a tentacle as he considered it. The ground forces were weak? Hmm. "Perhaps your army could benefit from training with our own? The Blub Army has a short, but proud history of excellence." This coming from a 'navy' pilot, so he must have thought rather highly of his ground-bound comrades.

the governer glared battle brothers lets show the blubs what a true soldier lookslike stand proud dreadnoughts close protection formation and that i will and as for the corvetes take the money from our dmg acount and goverment waste

the governer glared battle brothers lets show the blubs what a true soldier lookslike stand proud dreadnoughts close protection formation and that i will and as for the corvetes take the money from our dmg acount and goverment waste

The two Blubs by the snack machines were eyeballing the weird freaks gathered among their No Endorse friends. The two traded chatter back and forth while stuffing doritos and soda into their maws. Finally, one of them sniffled, wheezed, sniffled, squinted.. then SNEEZED! Such a loud noise for a small critter. Chewed doritos, slime and.. snot sprayed towards the dreadnoughts.

The other Blub squeaked, 'Bless you' in Blubbish. The sneezer nodded, sniffled and rubbed at his face with a tentacle. They turned away, unimpressed by the weirdo freaky people.

brother sargent kindly show them how efective a chainsword is for rending anything short of adamantium yes govener the battle brother walked in to the snack room and drew his chain sword and made a show of cuting into the snack machine

the brother sargent said do you have a probelm with me and my batle brother s we are space marines of the shadow angels chapter he snarled

meen while the dreadnought spoke he said atack on the governer code one asuming prime derctive one engage attackers

the governer sighed he said dreadnought cease your temper tantrum as of now he bellowed

brother sargent kindly show them how efective a chainsword is for rending anything short of adamantium yes govener the battle brother walked in to the snack room and drew his chain sword and made a show of cuting into the snack machine

the brother sargent said do you have a probelm with me and my batle brother s we are space marines of the shadow angels chapter he snarled

The two Blubs blinked,blinked,blinked as the weirdo-freak began cutting up the snack machine. They looked at each other, then inched closer and began scooping up the little bags of potato chips and the candy bars that fell out of the machine.

One of the Blubs made a 'shoo' type gesture at the person with the weapon to get out of the way. Nummy munchies were going to waste, and some maniac-fool with a loud sword wouldn't have any use for snacks.

maybe your unviresal translator is flawed he said i am an psyker i know you think im a werdo freak so in the honoured tradtion of the shadow angels i challenge you to an unarmed duel he threw his chainsword down in chellenge

Luke Hodges Jumped quickly to one side and hit the deck as he saw the Marine heading for the break room, chainsword drawn. Oh shit! he thought, landing on the arm he had shattered all those years ago on the way to Snake Eaters. Pain lanced through his whole body, but it did not cloud the eloquence of his thought processes. oh shit oh shit oh shit! He jabbed the panic button, alerting dozens of security forces to the impending danger. Why me? Why is it ALWAYS me?

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Inside the break room, all hell was breaking loose. The security guards, surprised enough that the marine had entered, were dumbfounded that he would slice a snack machine in the presence of other diplomats! Without thinking, they opened fire, intense beams of energy converging on the solitary figure. As the chainsword hit the ground, he was pelted from all directions, an unstoppable volley that no man could resist.

Bruce Kathii was far more together than the rest of the group. He grabbed the Blubs and shoved them to the floor in the corner, standing over them protectively as the room literally exploded with weapons fire. Drawing a small two-way, he whispered a few words, before handing it to the nearest Blub. "Hold this, we're about to have a situation."

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Outside in the main hangar, dozens of security guards appeared, running at full sprint towards the group. They leveled their weapons at the small group of Sephrion troops, taking defensive positions around the room.

One of the officers, clearly a leader, stepped forwards. "FREEZE!" he screamed, the flourescents reflecting harshly off his helmet. "SECURITY! Put down your weapons and get down on the ground... NOW! GET DOWN! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

More troops began entering the hangar, dispersing to various locations. They concentrated heavily on the Sephrion vessel, securing it and ensuring it could not rip free of its moorings very easily. One did not open fire at a No Endorse diplomatic meeting.

the governer glared he said the brother sargents a psyer my geus he listened in to thier thoughts and didnot like them and went to give them what for i am sorry brother sargent smith is hot headed and a he is apsyker a bad comenation explained to hodges the dreadnoughts began to scan the seceurity forces the dreadnought snarled governer alow us to exucute prime derecite alppha

in the break room the marine hit the ground quickly he shouted clearly endorsian troops my qarrual is not with you it is with the blub who insulted me in his mind

The Blubs were snatched up by Bruce and tossed into the corner. Empty potato chip and dorito bags went flying, empty soda bottles clattered. They squeaked and peered out from around Bruce's legs with their eyestalks, peering towards all of the beams of light and weaponry going off in the room.

The nearest Blub wrapped a tentacle around the two-way and looked at it, holding the thing upside down. Blink,blink. He pressed the button, and chittered something in gibberish-blubbish into it. The 'lead' Blub meanwhile, was chattering into his own comm device, the one he'd contacted home with earlier.

The firing in the room stopped, and one of the guards walked up to the Marine, standing over him with his weapon drawn. He kicked the chainsword away, glaring down at the figure. "You, sir, are under arrest-"

"Hold on, officer." Bruce Kathii smirked a little menacingly, glancing down at the Blubs, and then at the Marine. "Don't be so fast. Let's see if those Blubs want to Duel. If so, we can't interfere, as they're not No Endorse citizens and have diplomatic immunity."

"Well, Mister Blub?" He glanced down at the three green blobs. "Do you and your... Blubs... accept?"

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Out in the main hangar, the lead officer was not in a good mood. "Well, that may be, but such conduct is unacceptable. Drop your weapons." The officer cocked his gun, and held three fingers aloft. There were dozens of electric whirring noises as the other officers powered their weapons. "Drop 'em, and we can all look back and laugh. Otherwise, this will not end well for any of us."

The three Blubs looked at each other, blinkedblinkedblinked then looked at the marine. They chittered back and forth, then the one with the translator held down the button, "He has to take off the armor. We're much smaller, and weaker. So it'd be the three of us.. versus him."

One of the other Blubs squeaked. The lead Blub nodded and hit the translator again, "We will settle this in ritual Blub-Versus-Freak melee combat."

The three Blubs spread out a little, flexing their tentacles, eyestalks narrowing down into fierce warfaces!

boys he sighed drop em the governer said my dreadnoughts cant drop thier arms thier grafted too them


iine the break room the marine stood up which one of you blub fools is brave enought to accept my challenge

he said i cant the armour is grafted to me he entered his c.q.c stance being as your smaller and weaker i will alow you the first blow

The three Blubs looked at each other, shrugged. Appearently.. the silly freak hadn't heard correctly. Still, he'd accepted and that was technically binding by Blub law.

So.. the marine was willingly accepting the first blow. Two of the Blubs began circling the marine, while the third lifted himself up on his tentacles like a big green spider, growling in a squeaky sort of way.

Meanwhile, the Blub nearest to the destroyed snack machine reached into it.. and the marine.. who was willing to accept a blow, wouldn't even see the Blub pull forth the thick, black power cable of the snack machine, severed by the freak's chainsword. He jabbed the live, sparking cord into the marine's back, and the Blubs scattered out of the way. It would probably produce quite the violent effect, since when you chop the head off a power cable like that, you chop off the saftey features.

ZAP!

he stood thier and endured the shcock and was sliglty buned sonofa bitch i am so going to kill you he projected in to the bulbs mind



was raging mad now as he took the shcock he reached for his las pistol two can play with weapons he thought

he growled is asid unarmewd fool

ha droped down to the ground as the blub fool tried to use the cable as aweapon he got hit in the back ow that hurt you little peace of masamae droping he droped to the ground she flicked his leg at the blulb an and hopefuly slowed it down and said unarmed what part of unarmed combat dont you understand

OOC: I'd like to make a point here. Your marine, was perfectly willing to take the first hit. He never said where the attack had to come from, front or back.

Further, the attack is coming from behind. There's no way for your marine to see the attack coming, and thus.. NO reason to dodge, since he'd already said he'd accept a blow. Now, that Blub could have been swinging a tentacle, or doing a headbutt, your marine just doesn't know because it's behind him. Thus, there's no reason to dodge. I'd like you to re-do your post, in a fair, non-cheating fashion. Thankyou.

OOC: I'd like to make a point here. Your marine, was perfectly willing to take the first hit. He never said where the attack had to come from, front or back.

fixed.

icskull spliter said simmions is toying with them he best not embares us boys care t go and watch

And of course, the weirdo-freak pulled out a pistol. They looked at each other, chattering. This certainly broke the rules of a Blub-versus-Freak melee. If the silly marine had simply asked what the rules were, perhaps he'd be in a better position.

How however, the sacred ground was soiled by cheating. The Blubs should have expected it from such an obviously insane person. And so, as the marine drew his pistol, the Blubs would reach into their squishy bodies, and pull forth small flash-light like devices. They flipped buttons, and the devices.. actually Blub-sized lightsabres switched on. Three little lightsabre beams developed, a green, a blue and a yellow.

In the sudden silence of the room, the three Blubs glared. The one with the translator held up his device, "Bruce.. this creepy freak has violated the rules by pulling out a pistol. Can't we just vent them out into space?"

he glared they used a wire to injure me by eltrical burns so i reacted acordingly

A small Jedi transport found itself on the outskirts of the system for some odd reason. Inside the ship, a trio of apprentices begin to make another jump, but life-sensing equipment and the Force told them that it would be a good idea to stick around.

"There's some No Endorse ships floating around here and...hmm..." Padawan Gavin Generic said, looking over the scans. He's a tall, lanky boy of about fifteen toting a blue lightsaber and a blaster. His skill in the Force was mediocre, so he makes it up for relying on both weapons together.

"What is it?" His comrade and friend Katie Katorsis asked. She is the most powerful of the three apprentices in terms of Force ability, but Ms. Redhead & Freckles still has much to learn. Her blade is yellow.

"I don't know. There's some new life form around, but I can't pinpoint it." Gavin said.

"Maybe we could take a closer look?" A short, bluegreen-haired lad named Sheyenne said. This apprentice is one of a new breed of Jedi, the kind that prefers high-powered blasters and explosives to lightsabers. As a result, a pair of heavy DL-45 blasters, modified to be capable of blowing holes cleanly through a meter of duracrete at max power, is on his belt. Others of his caliber include Nick Kingfisher, one of the Heir Apparent's best friends and Christopher, Sheyenne's twin brother. He still carries a lightsaber (green), but rarely uses it.

"Why not? Not like we have much to do right now." Katie shrugged.

With that, the small Jedi ship pitter-pattered further into the system...

he glared they used a wire to injure me by eltrical burns so i reacted acordingly

And of course, those sensitive to such things might sense that these Blubs.. although small, green blobs with tentacles and a curious personality, they had rather heafty concentrations of midi-chlorians in their cells.

The 'lead' Blub with the translator glared, "Of course we did, you dingleberry. You said it was a duel. Being as how we are much smaller than you and physically weaker, we applied the Blub-versus-Freaks rules of melee combat to the situation. Had you been smart enough to ask the rules, you would have been told that according to Article Three of the BvF warfare code, we are allowed to make use of our surroundings to our advantage."

The schoolarly little critter went on, waggling a tentacle at the marine admonishingly, "Further! Please show me where, on the intragalaxy charter of civilized warfare, that a soda machine is listed as a weapon. Technically, you weren't attacked with a weapon, simply a stray object present in the room at the time. Since you are responsible for exposing the wire in the first place you are completely responsible for your fate."

He squinted, brandishing his little green lightsabre, "I also think you're a huge stupid-headface, who saw us, assumed we were small, weak opponents.. never realizing that any one of us has your entire party intellectually outgunned."

He spun, lightsabre zapping through one panel of the already-destroyed vending machine, leaving behind a glowing slash. "Now are we going to finish this or what, you son of a motherless six-toed gloatmonger?"

he smiled such tatics im used to he said i was trained my my empire force sentives the kirtir so drop your weapons ill drop mine and we shall engage each other in noble un armed combat

The Blubs looked at each other, then shrugged. If that's the way he wants it.. their lightsabres switched off. Then, they extended their tentacles, producing massive force-impacts.

Notably, the Blubs have the marine surrounded still. So.. the impacts are coming from three sides. Conviently enough.. in a squishing pattern. It's a lot like being hit by three semi-trucks at once, each one coming from a different direction.

To add onto that misery, they would each fling a wad of their slime at the marine, the wads being about the size of a softball.

he braced him self and groaned slightkly in pain he droped himself too the ground as he droped he flicked his left leg out t a blub that was infront of him

The Blub of course, got kicked. It sounds like kicking a wet sponge. The Blub goes flying across the room, hits a wall and bounces off. That Blub flung another big glob of slime at the marine.

The two closer Blubs however, lept forward at the marine. The first Blub stabbed at the marine's eyes with tentacles, while the other tried to curl its tentacles around the marine's throat for some choking action. Either way, they also were basicly flinging some slime at the marine.

ooc the marine is wearing a full face helmet

ic he got up anddonged the slime urgh im gonna have to standin a vat of amour pish now im mad he snaped his left elbow back towards the blub that was chocking him and said you fight well for a smaller creaute

The Blub got elbowed, and was sent rolling back to land among No Endorse's crew members still in the breakroom. The Blub in the front turned and bounced away, reaching up with tentacles to grab a cieling light, swinging up.. then swinging forward, smacking at the marine with a tentacle.

Meanwhile.. that slime. It would begin to sizzle. The slime, upon contact with oxygen.. was beginning to turn into a highly, highly corrosive acid. The sort of acid that can eat through a sheet of steel in a few seconds. And unfortunetly for the marine.. he was covered in the stuff.

On the edge of the system The Federation starship USS-Ykele dropped out of Warp. In command of the Ykele was Captain James Hughes. The Ykele is a Sovereign class Starship.

"Sir we've just dropped out of Warp. I'm picking up a number of unknown ships."

"Open hailing frequencies. Helm move to intercept."

"Aye Sir."

"Hailing frequencies open to all unknown ships."

"Unknown Craft. This is Captain Hughes of the Federation starship Ykele. We come in peace and wish to make contact with your government. Please respond."


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oh shit he swore lets see i yeild he said you win his armour was smocking and pichmarced good fight

coms to uss yelki from ussi shadow strange seeing a federation ship round tese parts

The Blubs looked at each other, then raised their tentacles in joy! Wriggle, wriggle! The trio gathered around, linked tentacles and proceeded to dance. They made their way over to Bruce, and did their victory dance around his feet.

erm do you mind stoping this acid he said

ooc: here's a short little blurb to those of you out there. I don't mind people appearing. In fact, I love it. IMO FT space should be crowded, with people constantly coming and going EVERYWHERE, not bleak and sparse.

Here's the short short version: The Blubs ran into one of my destroyers patrolling my home system (or I ran into them, depending on who you listen to :P) Regardless, keep in mind that you're in my home system, and just wandering in with fleets of Warships is rather frowned apon (unless you're allies and/or looking to buy stuff) Also, the Blubs and Sephrioth are currently in the main orbital space dock, located directly over the north pole of Sanctuary, the homeworld. Please look around and find the closest exit to you, keeping in mind it may be behind you. Thank you, and have a nice flight.

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IC:
Sanctuary Control was quiet today. Quite a few people were out sick, and by in large, there was almost nothing happening. That freak incident with the fighter, and the Sephrion gunship were the only two incedents out of the ordinary. Everything else was the normal day-to-day trading, the massive flow of vessels throughout No Endorse.

Only the main system command and control computer remained alert, brilliantly orchestrating the entire affair with the grace of one of the great composers. It handled all the incoming queries without a hitch, and sent appropriate replies.


-This message was compiled by a computer-
Greetings and welcome to the No Endorse Homeworld of Sanctuary. This is Sanctuary Control. For diplomatic contact, or to purchase military equipment, please proceed to the main docking facility, area 004. (see attatched coordinates A) For repairs/service, please report to the main capital service station


-This message was compiled by a computer-
Greetings and welcome to the No Endorse Homeworld of Sanctuary. This is Sanctuary Control. Please state or strike your colors and state purpose for entry into the system.

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Bruce Kathii looked over at the Blubs, chuckling to himself. "Alright, you've proven your point. Officers, clean this man up." One of them trotted off to find a HazMat kit. Bruce stuck his head out the door to the break room, and flagged down the lead officer, motioning him to come close.

"Ensure that all of them check their removeable weapons with you, commander, or leave them on their ships. We don't want any more excitement today." "Roger," the officer replied, his face expressionless beneath the thick helmet. He turned back to the Sephrion delegation. "Alright guys, we're going to return your weapons to your ship. You won't need them here, we can more than handle ourselves if any problems occur. Mister Hodges will continue to help you with your buisness."

He glanced down at the Blubs supressing a grin. "As for you, please either check your lightsabers with one of our officers or place them in your ship, whichever you're more comfortable with. Don't worry, this will be the last time this can happen."

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Luke Hodges pulled himself to his feet, wincing at the pain shooting through his arm. "Alright, sirs, let's get moving. You wanted two corvettes. We have some that have been recently constructed and just completed trials. They haven't been bought by the Navy yet, so we can sell them to you."

i would rather this be a hush hush deal were kind of renegade from shadow angel comand my chapter of the angels are class as rebels so i oppliges for my brother sargents actions were wanted by high comand when one has a bounty on thier heads they tend to bea mite paranoid

The Blubs continued their victory dance. Sorta like scoring a touchdown type of deal. Lots of tentacle waving and jiggling. They looked at their weapons, then blinkedblinked, and offered the mini-sabres up to Bruce. They trusted him.

-This message was compiled by a computer-
Greetings and welcome to the No Endorse Homeworld of Sanctuary. This is Sanctuary Control. Please state or strike your colors and state purpose for entry into the system.
The Ebon Hawk lookalike continued to coast along the eddies and currents of the solar wind when it recieved the message.

"Now how did we end up here?" Katie asked, then looked at the boys, who tried to remain innocent as she gave them a odd leer. "Gavin, you have the nav skills of a rock!"

"Hey, hey now! At least we're not lost in space! We're in allied space!" Gavin chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He then pointed a finger at the hyperdrive indicator. "Besides, it looks like the hyperdrive is on the fritz again, probably what messed up the navicomputer."

"Why am I not surprised?" Sheyenne sighed as Katie rolled her eyes at the excuse. "Let's reply."

"This is the Jedi cruiser Nightside of the Imperial Republic of Coreworlds! We appear to have gotten a little off course, but it is good that we're in friendly space! Our hyperdrive is on the fritz and will need a little time to fix it, over!"

a havily damaged shadow class kirtir shutle phased into the sytem coms to sanctery control from kiritir lord darth rage i wish to come aboard and repair my shutle darth rage out

I'd be paranoid if I was renegade too. thought Luke, rubbing his arm. I wouldn't draw attention to myself though... morons. He led them to the two waiting corvettes, pointing out different features and possible alterations. The Panic switch was once again safely in his pocket, un necessary now. They would be shadowed by security forces from now on.

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Bruce smiled down at the Blubs. "So... what would you like to do now?"

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The system's computer system continued in its endless calculations, sending out two more replies.

-This message was compiled by a computer-
Greetings Kitir Lord. Unfortionatly, we do not like to have Dark Side adepts within our nation, and we will have to ask you to leave at once. We are sorry, but this is how it must be.

If repairs are absolutley necessary, then put in at the remote repair station, at the following coordinates. You will be treated for any problems you have, your ship repaired, and you will be sent on your way. Bear in mind that any incidents may cause your stay to be terminated in a most unpleasant way. Do not attempt to approach Sanctuary. On the heels of this transmission, several Corvettes were deployed to escourt Darth Rage to the Remore Repair station, floating in the orbit of Sanctuary's larger moon.

By this point, several senior system controllers had been roused, and were now beginning to bring System Control back under human authority.
Confirmed Nightside, CoreWorldians are always welcome in No Endorse. If you would like help, then please proceed to the main docking platform in Sanctuary Orbit, where repairs can be made. Coordinates are the first set attatched. Accomidations can be very easily and quickly arranged.

P.S. Be advised, a Kitir Lord by the name of Darth Rage has entered the system. His ship is currently being escourted by several corvettes to the Remote Repair station located at the second set of attatched coordinates. I have a feeling that we may have some problems in the forseeable future. It would probably make command

P.P.S. The previous transmission was made by a computer. Do you have any recommendations to imporve this service?



ooc: ph34r t3h crappy post of necessity

darth rage comed them my primary heart is destroyed i am bearly living my shuttle is heavily dammaged damn traitors

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Bruce smiled down at the Blubs. "So... what would you like to do now?"



They looked up at Bruce, blinkedblinked, then grabbed his hands with tentacles and resumed their dancing. Eventually however, they would wander back to the cargo area to start getting their battered old fighter ready for launch. It was about time to go home.

Confirmed Nightside, CoreWorldians are always welcome in No Endorse. If you would like help, then please proceed to the main docking platform in Sanctuary Orbit, where repairs can be made. Coordinates are the first set attatched. Accomidations can be very easily and quickly arranged.

P.S. Be advised, a Kitir Lord by the name of Darth Rage has entered the system. His ship is currently being escourted by several corvettes to the Remote Repair station located at the second set of attatched coordinates. I have a feeling that we may have some problems in the forseeable future. It would probably make command

P.P.S. The previous transmission was made by a computer. Do you have any recommendations to imporve this service?
"A Kirtir Lord? Shit!" Gavin cursed. Luckily, the mike was off. The others made some suggestions not fit for children's ears, starting with spacing the Dark Lord. He tuned the mike on again. "I recommend you keep this Darth Rage far away from us. Speaking from experience, when Jedi and Sith (and Kirtir) gather together, there's a very good chance a fight will break out. As for the automated response, making it more people-friendly would be a good idea. I think giving it the brain of a Threepio model protocol droid would help. In the meantime, we'll accept your invitation."

With that, Sheyenne recieved the coordinates and scooted the small modified light freighter towards the main docking platform and headed towards an open hangar bay to land. Once completed, the ship landed on its landing legs and powered down. Then after shutting everything of importance down, the three youngsters headed down the open ramp to meet...

The trio of Blubs were contently going about restocking their ship for the ride home. Two of them had carried bags of potato chips and bottles of soda back to the fighter and were cramming them into nooks and crannies inside the cockpit. They had retrieved their lightsabres, which were tucked into their little Blub military issue utility belts.

OOC: Hey. Are you in the same area I am?

OOC: Hey. Are you in the same area I am?

OOC: They're in the hangar.

OOC: All right. Let's meet!

IC:
"Well, looks busy." Katie said.

"Like every other docking station we know." Gavin nodded.

"Yeah. Let's ask around---hey!" Sheyenne stopped when he spotted some weird alien blobs carrying stuff to an old, battered fighter. "Look over there!"

"Kawaii!" Katie yelled. "I think they're cute!"

The boys sweatdropped. Gavin sighed. "Don't think cute is the word to describe them..."

"Aww, come on spoilsport. Let's meet them and...hey, I sense something about them." Katie cocked her head slightly to the side.

"Yeah. They're strong in the Force." Sheyenne nodded. "Well, since they're fellow Force-sensitives..."

"You read my mind." Gavin said.

Without further ado, the three young Jedi apprentices headed up to the Blubs...

One of the Blubs glanced over at the three apprentii approaching. Blink, blink, blink. While one of them continued loading the fighter up, the 'lead' Blub with the translator dropped down from the little ladder leading up to the cockpit.

He examined the trio, then looked at the other Blub on the ground. It shrugged, opened up a baggie of BBQ Fritos and munched on them while the pair examined the young ones. Finally, the lead Blub triggered the translator and chattered, "Hello!" Behind him, the other Blub stuffed its maw with the fritos and watched on dubiously.

"Hey. I'm Katie. These are my friends Gavin and Sheyenne. We come from Coreworlds. What's your name and where did you come from?" Katie asked, smiling sweetly.

"They sure eat a lot of chips." Gavin whispered to Sheyenne, who nodded.

"Is it just me, or do they have lightsabers?" Sheyenne asked his friend.

"Looks like it. Never seen Jedi blobs before." Gavin answered. "Wonder who trained them?"

"Hey. I'm Katie. These are my friends Gavin and Sheyenne. We come from Coreworlds. What's your name and where did you come from?" Katie asked, smiling sweetly.

"They sure eat a lot of chips." Gavin whispered to Sheyenne, who nodded.

"Is it just me, or do they have lightsabers?" Sheyenne asked his friend.

"Looks like it. Never seen Jedi blobs before." Gavin answered. "Wonder who trained them?"

The two looked at each other again, then back up at the trio as the translator chattered out their reply to the Blubs. The one in the back sipped nosily from a bottle of Sprite from a straw. The lead Blub replied, "I'm Oni-Gon Blub Benniblubble. That's Blub Burbukle and in the jet there is Steve." A tentacle waved from the cockpit.

"Nice to meet you." Katie nodded at the three. The boys murmured the same. "So what brings you three here?"

the dammaged shutle limped weakly on darth rage sensed jed and growled light side fools to himself too bad im in no shape to challenge them. he thought taking a bolt from a hell bolter at close range had seriouly messed him up it was taking all his concerble afinity to the dark side to keep him teathered to the mortol realm note to self never take a hit from a bolter tio the chest again he checked his fathfull light two handed sword

"Nice to meet you." Katie nodded at the three. The boys murmured the same. "So what brings you three here?"

Oni-Gon Blub squinted a bit, "This space station ran into us." He pointed a tentacle at the big dent in the front of the fighter. "So we got out, had some diplomacy and became friends. Now our two mighty empires are friends. Also, we were forced to defeat some overgrown tank with legs in unarmed combat."

Oni-Gon Blub squinted a bit, "This space station ran into us." He pointed a tentacle at the big dent in the front of the fighter. "So we got out, had some diplomacy and became friends. Now our two mighty empires are friends. Also, we were forced to defeat some overgrown tank with legs in unarmed combat."
"This space station ran into you?" Sheyenne asked, chuckling at the image of a tank with legs being beaten by these Blubs.

"Sounds more like they bumped into the station." Gavin almost snickered.

Sheyenne nodded. "Depends on one's point of view, though."

"Boys, keep commenting like that and I'll sic Izumi-sensei on you later!" Katie threatened, annoyed at their wisecracks. The two boys suddenly stiffened and shut up. It seems that their sensei is a real terror!

"I'm sorry about the bakas." Katie apologized, her gaze sizzling them raw. "Anyway, it seems to me that you have another friend in us Coredians. By the way, who trained you Blubs in the ways of the Force? We can sense it."

The Blubs just looked at the two boys in confusion, then each other. They looked down at the translator as the words were exchanged, then they shrugged. Oni-Gon Blub went on, "I will inform our government of your proposal." Then, "We were trained by Master Gin-Jon Blub. He studied under Master Yoda."

The Blubs just looked at the two boys in confusion, then each other. They looked down at the translator as the words were exchanged, then they shrugged. Oni-Gon Blub went on, "I will inform our government of your proposal." Then, "We were trained by Master Gin-Jon Blub. He studied under Master Yoda."
"The Master Yoda? I'm impressed." Sheyenne replied.

"So, if you're wondering, our hyperdrive needs a-fixin' as well, so we're just hanging around till we find someone to help us." Gavin said.

"Pretty much." Katie nodded.

Oni-Gon blinkedblinked. "Oh, Steve could probably help with that." - In the backround, the Blub in the cockpit was fiddling with some wires connected to the ship's one.. empty multiple rocket pod. He touched two of them together and there was a shower of sparks. Steve jerked his tentacles back, then looked at them to make sure they were okay.

"Want me to ask him?" Oni-Gon prodded the apprentices.

how the mighty had falen he mussed to him self the pupil of dart sephrioth forced to make an emergancy phase shift stop

Bruce Halsey came jogging up to the group of Corworldian Jedi. "Hello and welcome to Sanctuary.... ah, I see you've met our Blub friends. They hail from pretty far off, but you can trust them. Blub, these people are from CoreWorlds, I asssure you that they are some of the best out there."

He came slightly closer to the Jedi, glancing over at Luke enthusiasticly pointing out the finer details of a Corvette to several bored looking Space Marines. "Those guys, however... Those Sephrions. Watch for them. Already had to pull one off of the Blubs. And there's a Sephrion Kitir lord on the spoke too, at the remote repair facility. I don't like this, too many Sephrions here."

He looked at the CoreWorldian Jedi almost sadly. "I hate to ask this of you, but it is out of necessity. We can't handle a fully trained force adept, not without terrible casualties and extreme measures. Would you be willing to help us in case anything happens? We plan to get that Kitir out of here A-SAP, but you never can tell. Blub, we'll give you a fast ship and anything else you need to get out of here if things get bad. Until then, though, make yourselves comfortable."

All about the hangar, various pieces of repair equipment were being moved over to the Jedi and Blub vessels. Hospitality was always a good idea, especially when dealing with allies, be they new or old.

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Darth Rage's shuttle was escourted to the remote repair dock. As it was clamped into position, a dozen engineers set about it in earnest, wrenching open the hatch and welding patches over jagged holes.

A medic proceeded into the shuttle, and began looking around for the Kitir Lord. Sitting comfortably inside his pocket was a mirror image of the Panic Switch Luke Hodges now carried. "Hello in there. You alive?"

he spoke weakly bearly my primary heart is destroyed i have masive blood loss and srverve intreal injures i took a bolt from a healfire bolter he explained emty med kits strewn around him self i done my best to treat myself but im no medic


meen while one of the space marines yawned and said what kinda guns are thees equiped with

He looked at the CoreWorldian Jedi almost sadly. "I hate to ask this of you, but it is out of necessity. We can't handle a fully trained force adept, not without terrible casualties and extreme measures. Would you be willing to help us in case anything happens? We plan to get that Kitir out of here A-SAP, but you never can tell. Blub, we'll give you a fast ship and anything else you need to get out of here if things get bad. Until then, though, make yourselves comfortable."
"We'll help you in case the Kirtir makes a move." Gavin nodded. "After all, we were trained by the best."

"In the meantime, thanks for your help." Katie bowed. "And yours, Steve!"

a pl prowler jedi fighter exited hyperspace

coms to no endorse requst permision to come aboard and to buy some faster fighters then these prowlers also you would not have happened to seen a shadow class kitir shutle around?
i am jedi master yuna phoenix she said phoenix out

The two Blubs that had been interacting with the apprentices looked at each other. As many of the young ones had found out too late, a Sith Lord was something not to be taken lightly. And so, they'd turn to follow Bruce and the three young ones.

Meanwhile, Steve wandered over to the ship with the broken hyperdrive, and wandered inside to have a look. He rubbed his tentacles together in anticipation.. it's not often he got to tinker with star engines.

The hyperdrive appeared to be not so much broken as some parts were looking screwy. It was worse than the original assessment but not so bad that it can't be fixed by Steve...

Steve pulled out a few tools and got to work. Soon enough, he was pealing the shielding away from the engine and climbed inside. Sparks flew, metal tapped, a hammer pounded.. and he worked away on the engines.

Seemed someone hadn't been maintaining the engine properly. The Stage III gearbox was completely jammed up with crud, and wasn't able to slip the coolant pump on. The engine's computer deemed the lack of coolant a hazard and refused to engage.

Soon enough, the little green Blob had the gearbox stripped down, and was working with a power cutter to put in a new gear system out of the ship's emergency supplies.

ooc: quotes because I'm confused :P



"We'll help you in case the Kirtir makes a move." Gavin nodded. "After all, we were trained by the best."

"In the meantime, thanks for your help." Katie bowed. "And yours, Steve!"
An odd grin-like spasm flickered across his face for a millisecond. "Think nothing of it, it's what those machines are here for. I'm going to organize a few things on our end to ensure this stays... well under control."

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he spoke weakly bearly my primary heart is destroyed i have masive blood loss and srverve intreal injures i took a bolt from a healfire bolter he explained emty med kits strewn around him self i done my best to treat myself but im no medic
The medic looked around at all of the medpacks, and then at his new patient. "Well, you haven't caused yourself any damage with these medpacks, just make sure you're careful with those painkillers." The medic jabbed an IV into his arm, and took a blood sample. "Now, let's get you out of here..."

Several stretcher bearers entered the small shuttle and removed the Sith Lord. As he was being carted off, several engineers began poking around the Kitir shuttle. Any chance to look at foreign technology was a good one, plus they needed to figure out how to strap a jump sled on it without breaking things.

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meen while one of the space marines yawned and said what kinda guns are thees equiped with

Luke Hodges stopped mid sentance and pointed at one of the large turrets on the Corvette's flank. "That's a Type Five Mark Two Xaser Weapon System, we call 'er the A-Five. She's got a range of over six and a half light seconds, and she'll blow clean through any fighter you run into. Frigates not so much, but that's what the mission pack dorsally on the front is for. Twin torpedo launchers with multiple magazines let you be prepared for any situation."

He continued to enthusiastically explain every aspect of the offensive systems, ranging from the electronics suite to the targeting systems.

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a pl prowler jedi fighter exited hyperspace

coms to no endorse requst permision to come aboard and to buy some faster fighters then these prowlers also you would not have happened to seen a shadow class kitir shutle around?
i am jedi master yuna phoenix she said phoenix out

-this message was compiled by a computer-

We are not willing to disclose information about traffic in this area to non-government officials. However, should you wish to purchase starfighters, please proceed to the main docking facility, coordinates attached.

he noded thanks he smiled sligtly he could apericate a helpful person