Murder Most Foul

[Darman]

Darman walked inside, Infrared on, looking around. Darman walked through a small room and came to some stairs. He looked up and saw small heat signature coming from a room upstairs. "Hold on to our friend Herb." Darman said as he threw the man of his shoulders.

Darman drew his pistol, and slowly began to walk up the stairs. Once at the top, he walked over to the room and listened. He couldn't hear anything, but there was defenitly a heat signature in there. Darman pushed open the door to see a small cat-like creature. "Hmm, stupid cat." Darman said walking over to it. The cat looked up, then jumped onto Darman trying to claw away at him. Darman grabbed the cat and threw it onto a chair. He then walked out and closed the door behind him.

Darman came down the stairs quite angry now. "Alright, wise guy. Whose house did we just barge into?"

 

[Xerphox]

*Herb threw the guy onto the floor and grabbed him by the throat. This punk certainly knew how to try Herbs patients*

"Alright wiseguy you heard the man, spill!"

The man responded as Herb loosened his grip slightly to allow him to speak
"Hahaha, you'll know soon enough you filthy Mando"

*Herb delivered a swift backhand to the mans face, and then grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into the groung again*

"Well i dont know how much more punishment your body can take......but we are going to find out soon enough"

*Herb looked up at Darman*

"Well what do we do now? 'Cos i got plenty of ideas, but i dont think our friend here will like them"

 

[Darman]

"Be creati---" Darman was inturupted by his proximity sensers activating. He checked them, then looked downwards with the infrared. "How the hell did I miss that?" Darman muttered to himself.

Darman looked up at Herb, then at the man. Darman walked over to him and lifted him up by the collar. "Well, then. You gonna tell us whose house this is? Maybe we will burn it with you inside."

"I'm not tellin' you mandos nothin' more..."

Darman threw the man into the wall, then shot six blasts with his pistol at him. Two to each leg, then one to each arm. It wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt. "Herb, let's move." Darman said walking further into the house, trying to find some kind of door that would lead them further down.

 

[Xerphox]

"Sure Thing"

*Herb walked over to the injured man that had just been shot by Darman. He delivered a quick kick to the mans ribs then walked away*

"So much for filthy Mando's"

*Herb readied his blaster rifle and edged himslef around the room, searching for a door of some kind. Soon Herb came across a battered old door, he opened it and instantly had his rifle pointing to the inside of the room but all there was was a flight of stairs and down below was another door. Herb turned to Darman and beckoned him to follow him down. He edged himslef down the steps stealthily untill he reached the left side of the door, he stood with his back against the wall next to the door, he waited for Darman to regroup with him. Whatever was behind this door they had to be ready for it.*

 

[Darman]

Darman walked down the stairs, blaster pistol in one hand and DC-17 blaster rifle in the other. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs then put his back against the right side of the door. He nodded to Herb, then counted to ten in his head.

For what seemed like a year, the ten seconds ticked by slowly. Darman closed his eyes to regain all of his thoughts, strategies, and even attack forms...incase he would need them. Darman opened his eyes, ten seconds was up. He went to the door, then kicked it open.

When the door hit the ground, dust flew everywhere. Darman walked in, with Herb close behind. Darman saw a figure in the distance, then walked slowly to him. "Hey! You're under arrest under Mandalorian Law!" Darman yelled out to him, then pointed both blasters at the man.

((OOC: wait for Duncan now))

 

[jediduncan]

The room couldn't have been more different than what they had expected. What they had barged into was much more than a basement. It was more of a... lair of some sorts. A fortress, a headquarters. It was lavishly furnished, with fancy couches and pictures surrounding them, and dim glowpanels illuminating the room with a gloomy atmosphere. Large computer screens illuminated the back portion of the room.

The man they saw had his back to them, and he was staring at the screens with great intent. He was dressed in a stunning white jacket and matching pants. His shoes were of the finest quality, and he was obviously a man accustomed to class. Or at least a man pretending to be classy.

To boot, he was about six and half feet tall. As he turned, his arms raised, both Darman and Herb could see the man clearer. He had a square jaw and a shaved head, with a black goatee. His eyebrows were bushy and almost covered his deep, sunken blue eyes. But on his lips was a smirk, and an expression of contempt.

"You think to have captured me, Mandalorians. But who has really done the capturing and who has been captured? With your fancy blasters and swords, you think you have me pinned. But in truth, it is you who is in trouble.

You see, there are things more powerful than mere blasters. You could shoot me right now, right here. I would die, and you would have your petty vengeance. But I advise against it. Instead, I advise that you listen to what I have to say."

The glint in his eyes and the confidence in his voice showed that this was a man clearly unafraid of the Mandalorians, and clearly prepared for this situation.

 

[Darman]

Darman didn't move his postion, but slowly lowered his blasters. "Why is that?" Darman said glaring at the man. He was an odd one alright, but he had to be watched. Darman looked at Herb for a moment, then back to the man.

Without any warning, Darman suddenly disappeared. What really happened was, Darman activated his advanced stealth shield; a shield that makes the user invisible as well as blocking any types of infrared or proximity sensors that would be used to find him. Darman walked to the side of the room slowly, making little if any noise.

 

[jediduncan]

"Outlandish parlor tricks and stealth belts will avail you nothing, Mandalorian."

The man smiled smugly. He was looking straight at Darman, and obviously knew where he was. How he knew where the Mandalorian was was unclear. What was clear was that this guy was a lot more powerful than he looked.

"Now then, where was I? Oh yes! Why you don't want to shoot me!

I am a man of many talents, you know. I can see you as you stand, oh-stealthy-Mandalorian. I knew you were coming here. And I orchestrated your friends death. If you attempt to kill me, not only will I kill you, but you will be in trouble over your heads. Know why?

I'm a Sith! That's right! I killed your buddy before the Mandalorians and Sith allied, and I've been given a pardon by the Mandalorians and the Sith. So if you killed me, you'd be killing an innocent man, and you would disrupt the entire alliance. That's no good, is it?"

The story was farfetched, at best. It was unclear whether it was the truth or whether it was fiction, however, and the consequences would be disastrous if the Mandalorians killed a Sith. And he did know where Darman was, even when he had been cloaked...

Calmly, the man sat back down in a large, sleek black chair. He seemed unnervingly in control. He then motioned towards a group of smaller black chairs.

"Come. Sit and we will talk."

 

[Darman]

Darman kept his shield activated not really believing the man. If he could see Darman, then he would be able to attack Darman, and that was what he was waiting for. Darman would not shoot the man until he attacked, though he did not trust the him enough to sit.

Darman continued to walk around until he could see the man's front side. Now, what Darman was about to do may result in the man attacking Darman, but he was ready. Darman then shot a small cable launcher at the man's feet in hopes of trying to tangle him enough for Darman to move in.

 

[jediduncan]

"A silly move, really."

As the cable launcher moved in, it struck the man's personal shields, and deflected off; for the man had secrectly activated Mandalorian Power Shields, which could deflect physical things. However, to the observer, it might appear as if someone had used the Force to move it.

"You see? I predicted your attack and made a Force Bubble around myself. Who else but a Jedi or a Sith could do that, and I assure you that I am no Jedi.

Now sit, won't you?"

 

[Xerphox]

*Observing the whole incident Herb took this all in without disbelief.*

"Darman i think we should do what he says otherwice we're not going to get far"

*Herb edged his way towards a seat, without dropping his guard. He stood behind it and looked across at Darman waiting for his response*

 

[Darman]

Darman quickly retracted his launcher to get in it's place on his wrist guard. Darman deactivated his stealth shield, then sighed slightly. "Fine." Darman said blandly.

He moved slowly to a seat, but did not sit down. He mearly stood behind it like Herb, looking at the man coldly. "Well, what must you say before we blast you into oblivion?"

 

[jediduncan]

"You all took too long to kill me. That's all."

Smiling smugly in his chair, a rumbling can be heard for a split-second before a huge durasteel wall drops down from nowhere, effectively sealing off Darman and Herb from the man. Two turrets on the walls activate and begin to fire as six advanced combat droids pour into the room and begin to attack the Mandalorians with their rifles. Clearly the man had been lying, and he had just been waiting for the droids to get here.

 

[Darman]

"YOU BASTA---" Darman yelled before diving behind a large computer. Blaster fire shattered all the glass in the screen and the wall behind Darman began to get covered with holes from the blasts. Darman activated his comm link to Herb, making sure he was fine. "Herb, get away from the droids NOW!!!"

It was an obvious statement at the time, but what Darman was about to do would explain why he said it. Darman tossed three thermal detonators over the computer in the directions of the droids. Darman saw less blaster fire coming from them, meaning they may be looking at the spherical objects. A moment later, a massive explosion was created as the dets exploded. Darman was pushed against the wall along with metal heaps of computers and droids.

 

[jediduncan]

Four of the droids were destroyed beyond repair, while one was merely missing an arm. The sixth was unhurt completely.

Meanwhile, the turrets rain fire down from the ceiling, and both droids continue to fire at both Darman and Herb.

 

[Xerphox]

OOC: Sorry for the absence of posts. Its been kinda hectic recently

IC:
*Herb had been almost frozen in disbelief but the blast from the detonators knocked him back a fair distance. Once he shook himself of he activated his power shield in an instant. He shot several rounds at one of the turrets from the ceiling. They had caused some damaged to the turret but it continued to fire but only at a slower rate.*

“Darman!!....Cover me.”


*Herb charged at the turret with his vibro claws out, he rammed his fist at the turret and with a glint of glint of his blades he tore into it. This was followed by a flash of sparks as the turret came to an abrupt stop. Herb then ran over to where Darman was and crouched behind a pile of various computer components and metal. He checked the power left on his shield. Unfortunately his shield was at 35% power*

“Damn I definitely took a few hits then. Darman do you think you can take the other turret out?”

*Without waiting for a response Herb raised his rifle over the pile and fired blindly at the droids vicinity. Hoping at least a few hit the droids and slowed them down, Herb grabbed a Thermal Detonator and hurled it over the pile. After a slight pause there was an explosion and there were no shots fired from the droids, Herb however was unsure if they where destroyed or not*

 

[Darman]

Darman smiled at his commrads sucessful efforts at disarming the first turret. Darman looked down then activated his speed and dexterity enhancer, wanting to make this finish just a bit flashy. Darman looked to Herb then nodded.

"Of course." Darman said then was off. Darman held his pistol in one hand and a mini detonator in the other, then ran into the battlefield, but all that could be seen was a white flash speeding into the smoke.

He looked up in the smoke to see the second turret turning to face him. He ran to the side of the turret, then sprung towards it. The machine turned to face Darman as he was inches away from it. Darman placed his mini detonator ontop of the turret before falling below. Darman ran back to Herb, but was thrown down as a explosion went off shaking the ground.

 

[Xerphox]

*Herb covered his head with his arms as the explosion bellowed throughout the room. He grinned under his helmet and said to Darman:*

“Fancy”

*Herb peered over his cover to see what was left of the droids he tried to dispose of with a detonator. There was only one left standing, it was missing an arm and was trying pathetically to make a shot go anywhere near Herb and Darman. Herb raised his rifle and peered through the scope. Gazing through the scope, he fixed sight on the droids head. He smiled and said to himself*

“I will only accept headshots for every target”

*He pulled the trigger and there was a red flash as the bolt met the droids head. With a flash the droid fell to the floor in a smouldering heap. Herb let out a breath of relief as he picked himself up. He edged himself over to the massive Durasteel wall that separated them from their target. He kicked the wall and the thud of the wall assured Herb that it was going to be tough getting in. He turned around to face Darman.*

“Any bright ideas?”

 

[Darman]

Darman stood up and looked to Herb, taking a moment to think. After a few moments Darman looked around, searching for a switch of some sort. "Maybe there is a switch to open the door."

 

[Xerphox]

“A switch?”

*Seeing as Herb had no better ideas he rummaged searched around gazing at the walls and the various computer terminals that where still intact. Unfortunately Herb didn’t come across anything.*

“I got nothing….any luck?”