Deactivated (Open)

[Viggy]

The Jawa watched the battle unfold, and spotted an Ithorian and a Human arrive. The Ithorian seemed to be staying out of combat and even trying to encourage peace, while the Human was just standing by and shouting something that Qur'tik didn't quite catch.

But no matter. That droid was Qur'tik's main concern right now. Seeing as the man with the sword was distracted by the cyborg, the Jawa reactivated his camoflauge and hurried out, rushing over to the droid. He knew there was no way he could carry this thing away, so he would just have to get some work done and hope the pair of fighters didn't notice. As for the Ithorian... somehow, the Jawa didn't think that one would be much of a problem.

He had been almost done before the cyborg had showed up, there was just a few final touches to be made. He had to reconnect three circuits and seal the droid back up. The reconnecting would be the easy part, but sealing the droid back up without being noticed was next to impossible.

Of course, I could technically reactivate him with an unprotected interior. Then, with my restraining bolt, he'll do as I say. And I'll tell him to follow me, we'll go somewhere safe...

Heart racing, Qur'tik got to work, holding a small manipulator in one hand and using his other to move the parts into place. A careful observer might notice the droid's parts moving around, but not likely - especially when half the people nearby were engaged in deadly combat.

It took a minute, but at last everything was in place. Smiling under his hood, Qur'tik reactivated the droid with the simple flick of a switch on his restraining bolt remote. He also turned off his camoflauge so the droid could identify its new owner.

"Droid, protect me," the Jawa commanded in his own tongue. He knew the droid would understand the language and obey, the restraining bolt made Qur'tik the droid's master. Reprogramming and further repairs could be done later, but for now, the Jawa simply turned and ran for his cover, knowing his new droid would follow.

 

[Phil]

While waiting for his gun to cool down, he saw the swordsman making another strike for him, and Mulluns realized this man was going to be hard to shoot. He leaped off his feet and went backwards a couple feet, but not before seeing the Echani's sword cutting through his leather coat and scraping against the protective armor that covered the circuts and other parts he didnt really know of that kept him alive. He looked down at his chest, and frowned a bit under his mask, then looked towards the Swordsman, then past him to see the Jawa finaly got what he wanted: The Droid. It was then Mulluns's eye lenses glew red as he spoke.

"If i were you, i would be watching out for myself at all sides."

As he spoke, he quickly holstered the pistol in his right hand, and reached over his back to a hidden slot where his shortblade was and pulled it out. He's only fought with a Blade and Gun togather a few times, and this was yet another.

 

[Cailst]

Micke suddenly realized who the echani was because he looked like he was from the Hutts palace but Micke then saw another thing to take advantage. The droid was there but it was being taken out of the alley way.

Apparently, the little jawa was taking him away and Micke's entire goal of this was to obtain the droid so he had to move quickly.

Walking around the fighting combatants, Micke went after the droid. However, he felt he had to take it out of commission before it left the alleyway so most others wouldn't see what was going on.

So he threw an Ion grenade right behind the droid to briefly take it out but not hurt it as well as he fired a lighting gun. Then, he pulled out his heavy repeater and pointed it at the jawa.
"Surrender claim to your droid and I won't shoot," Micke said with a bit of force. In fact, he accidently was using force persuade despite his non-belief in the force.

 

[Keanu]

APD-P21 flicked back to life as his eyes first flickered from green to red. The menacing 6,7 feet tall droid stood up. And when he heard his orders immideatly activated his shield generator. He jumped up to evade the ion grenade and drew his heavy assualt rifle and pointed it at Cailst head who was busy with his master.

''Threat: You can either die now or die when you run away from me.''

 

[Cailst]

"Crap, now I'll have to waste the droid" Micke muttered under his breath.
Micke now had to stop the droid. Preferably, it would not be harmed but that was no longer a possibility that had to be considered. Apparently, he would have to take measures that could compromise the droid.

"I'll take now," Micke said to the droid.
Micke fired his heavy red skull repeater at the droid as he said that and while doing that, flung part of his shirt in a way that an Ion grenade came out at the droid in the fairly narrow alleyway where it would be hard to dodge.

 

[Keanu]

APD-P21's shield managed to absorb most of the blaster fire and the ion damage but APD wasn't sure how much it would last one thing he did know was that it wouldnt last another ion explosion. Meanwhile APD was moving back and was firing plasma bolts in a rapid pace back at cailst. Any of these Plasma bolts would be deadly on open flesh and would even sink into armor causing damage and/or holes into weak armor.

 

[Green Ranger]

'It would seem the Droid is otherwise pre-occupied. Now, are you going to stand down, or will this pointless skirmish continue?'

Kal stepped back for a moment, apparently not even short of breath - the physical condition the Echani must be in was near impossible to comprehend. He noted the droid's fighting capabilities, though in his mind he was disappointed. The black market had listed this droid as rather pricey in worth, but all the Echani saw was yet another rifle-toting droid. He also took in the scenario, observing others who had wronged him - one, who had stolen from Dima the Hutt's swoop track getaway, legally Kal's inheritance, or at least a tiny fraction of it, an otherwise useless Ithorian wailing and screaming for diplomacy or some such nonsense, the droid and the Jawa, which had somehow suddenly gone from hiding behind rubble to having a fully deactivated droid serving him in mere moments...no matter. Kal raised his blade once more, awaiting a response.

 

[Glitched]

"Yousa be puttin yu's guns down okiday? an wesa gonna be smilin." (Put your guns down now and we're all going to be happy) He had come to the place to meet an employer for a job and this was what he found. Well he'd have to make a stop on his way back up to...visit...the employer. For now he held a thermal detonater in one hand and his KYD-21 blaster pistol in the other and felt he had a good control on the situation.

 

[Green Ranger]

The droid sat amongst a pile of bodies in a shallow pit of concrete, perhaps a berth for small freighters before the city built over it.

OOC: I'm wondering how you got a ship down here, Illusionist.

 

[Glitched]

OOC: I'm wondering how you got a ship down here, Illusionist.

OOC: Wow...how did I miss that o.O my post will be edited.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: I posted a slightly more detailed desription of the surrounds because as of yet there was no real description of the area. Unless Keanu objects, i'd assume that my description would be what we're all going by. Therefore your YT would definately not fit.

 

[Glitched]

OOC: I posted a slightly more detailed desription of the surrounds because as of yet there was no real description of the area. Unless Keanu objects, i'd assume that my description would be what we're all going by. Therefore your YT would definately not fit.

OOC: :D Mkay I edited my post then. The lack of detail was what got me.

 

[Phil]

'It would seem the Droid is otherwise pre-occupied. Now, are you going to stand down, or will this pointless skirmish continue?'

Kal stepped back for a moment, apparently not even short of breath - the physical condition the Echani must be in was near impossible to comprehend. He noted the droid's fighting capabilities, though in his mind he was disappointed. The black market had listed this droid as rather pricey in worth, but all the Echani saw was yet another rifle-toting droid. He also took in the scenario, observing others who had wronged him - one, who had stolen from Dima the Hutt's swoop track getaway, legally Kal's inheritance, or at least a tiny fraction of it, an otherwise useless Ithorian wailing and screaming for diplomacy or some such nonsense, the droid and the Jawa, which had somehow suddenly gone from hiding behind rubble to having a fully deactivated droid serving him in mere moments...no matter. Kal raised his blade once more, awaiting a response.

"He is weak to consider wanting to stop the fight. FIght him, kill him!"

"For what? To prove you are stronger? There is nothing to be gained by killing him."

The spirits in his head have spoken, and the Cyborg came to a conclusion.

"Indeed."

He lowered his gun, but didnt put it away, or his blade. He was going to say something else when he saw something more unusual then Qur'tik being here: A Gungan, threatening them with a Thermal Detonator. A suicidal threat. For the moment, he was now the main threat in this area, more threatening then the Droid anyway, or the Echani. Mulluns alwayys found Gungans to be speach impaird fools, but never thought one would do something like this.

"Seems we have more company..."

 

[Green Ranger]

'Wise move. The Droid is now bound to the Jawa. We must kill either the Jawa or destroy the Droid. I'll leave the decision up to you. I'll let you have the fun - i'll take the idiot whose lack of skill with his tongue is matched only by his lack of skill with the blaster.'

Kal turned his stance to face the Gungan, his blade raised defensively. He wasn't about to lay down arms to such a primitive being.

'Leave or die. Last chance.'

 

[Glitched]

'Wise move. The Droid is now bound to the Jawa. We must kill either the Jawa or destroy the Droid. I'll leave the decision up to you. I'll let you have the fun - i'll take the idiot whose lack of skill with his tongue is matched only by his lack of skill with the blaster.'

Kal turned his stance to face the Gungan, his blade raised defensively. He wasn't about to lay down arms to such a primitive being.

'Leave or die. Last chance.'

Now this was something he wasn't expecting. A challenger who didn't care about it's life...well if that was how it was going to be. He quickly aimed and shot without so much as blinking aiming for the echani's hands holding the blade with his normal pinpoint precision "Yu made Yous choice?" he said asking if the fool who was outdistanced to be fighting with a blade against someone with explosives and a blaster was sure he didn't want to just do the easy thing for the moment.

 

[Green Ranger]

Kal even let himself smile, a slight muscular tug at the corners of his mouth - it wasn't much, but on Kal's dour, mask-like face, it was like a completely different person. Kal almost looked...human. A neat sidestep sent the blaster into a distant wall, leaving a black carbon score deep into the ferrocrete. At that, Kal began moving forward slowly, one step at a time,his blade still raised defensively.

 

[Glitched]

Kal even let himself smile, a slight muscular tug at the corners of his mouth - it wasn't much, but on Kal's dour, mask-like face, it was like a completely different person. Kal almost looked...human. A neat sidestep sent the blaster into a distant wall, leaving a black carbon score deep into the ferrocrete. At that, Kal began moving forward slowly, one step at a time,his blade still raised defensively.

At this Cirus raised an eyebrow well the person was lucky but no one could dodge every shot, he sent out 5 shots in quick succestion in a flurry his trained hand shooting first at his target then to the left right above and below. "Yousa funeral..." he said with a bit of a sigh, in truth he hated killing but when there was no alternative offered...

 

[Viggy]

This was not going well at all. Qur'tik had a lot of experience with scavenging and knew that things could get ugly when there was a dispute. The line, 'I saw it first!', didn't always work. This was one of the times when things got ugly. In fact, this was as ugly as the Jawa had ever seen it get. A deadly free-for-all had begun, its focus on the droid. If not for Qur'tik speed in his work and the camoflauge of his armor, the Jawa had no doubt that his own survival would have been doubtful. He was still surprised he had managed to get out of this with the droid in his service.

Well, not quite. He wasn't 'out of this' just yet, as he realized when he stopped running and turned to look back.

A human was attacking the reactivated droid, whose shields were helping but couldn't defend it for long. Qur'tik was painfully aware that without shields, the droid's armor would be much weakened by the fact that it hadn't been sealed properly and its inner parts were still open to the view of all, a perfect target.

The cyborg and the man with white hair (whose species Qur'tik wasn't sure of, after seeing him perform feats that would be incredible for a mere Human) had ceased their fight and were now being threatened by a Gungan with not only a blaster, but also a powerful explosive.

Needless to say, Qur'tik just wanted to get out of here with the droid. But escape would be... Difficult. He could try to kill the others in the pit, but he thought that seemed risky.

At the very least, I'll stop that Human from damaging MY droid.

Drawing his blaster, the Jawa added supporting fire to the droid's plasma bolts, trying to stay behind the droid. It would be difficult for the man to dodge two separate hails of bolts, both very well-aimed due to the mechanical skill of the droid and Qur'tik experience with a blaster.

"I won't surrenda this droid, nevaa! Utinni!"

 

[Glitched]

Assuming that would be the end of any problems from the echani he put his blaster in its holster and edged closer to the jawa, droid, and human. "Dis coulda gone betta..." he said to himself seeing the two fight, then he looked closely at the droid. "Hmm a restrainah...." he looked at the jawa then to the human both fighting he assumed since the droid was firing not on the jawa it was now technically the jawa's. "Ey Yu want some help with dat other guy palo?" (Hey, you want some help with the other guy, pal?) he yelled over the gunfire taking his thermal detinator and clicking a few buttons on its side.

 

[Phil]

OOC: The Droid is actualy shooting at Calist.