Dawn of Defiance

[Voda Vosa]

EF-8 was knocked out. He falls backwards, still holding his blaster, and while his sensors failed him, and his circuits where short circuiting, the droid suffered another personality change. The old imperial scientist personality, was released from the subconscious of the droid. Now EF-8 believes he is actually Karnof, in a droid shell.
Big was the surprise he got when he awakes in the a cage, carried by a group of natives. His comrades were trying to communicate with the creatures, without any success.
"Interesting turn of events indeed. Though captive by enormous troglodytes, I am at least free from the droids core programing." EF-8 says, in a naturally, English accented tone.

 

[Max]

(OOC: sorry everyone. I hadn't seen an email update in a while and thought the game was in a lull. Whacking Surussk into a tree is an effective means of reminding me to check in more often and not depend on the email updates. )

Pain....I guess I'm still alive....more pain......not sure if that's a good thing....a feeling of swinging back and forth......and I feel seasick. Now I know I'd rather be dead...

Since his body insists on not dying, Surussk eventually opens his eyes to see that he is trussed up and being carried towards some kind of village. Kered seems to be trying to talk to them, so Surussk will try his native tongue as well, on the off chance they speak trandoshan.

"Sorry for shooting at you. I guess I react badly when surprised like that," he says in trandoshan.

 

[Blackrat]

"The hut over there. We need to turn their attention to that hut." Alder says nodding towards the hut he sensed. "Don't ask me why, just do it."
He reaches to the Force and picks up a rock levitating it towards the hut, trying to get the creatures' attention.

I guess it's becoming useless to hide myself from these guys anymore. Kered already suspects anyway. He thinks to himself as he controls the rock.

OOC: Well if this isn't too stresfull situation I'll take 10 on sensing surroundings and move light object.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"And then again, another turn in the way of things!" EF-8 proclaims. "You, hulking native, look!" the droid says to the creature carrying him, has he waves his hands toward the floating rock.

 

[Wintergypsy]

All the commotion caused by you stirs up qite a bit of life in the village. The guarding Felucians all try to put you "bakc to sleep", but before this happens you can see a wild haired man with a scarred face, dressed in stitched together cloth (forming some sort of robe) walking towards you.

You are even more astonished when he lunges towards you all (except for EF-8) and slashes your ropes with a crude machete! Once you're all on the ground, he bows before you and strats talking to the Felucians in a gutteral tongue, than turning himself to you, he starts to talk in Basic: "Vazus Mandrake is the name. Apparently there's been somekind of mistake...the scouts tok you for Imperials. But i've cleared that out now, i can clearly see you're none of the sort. Except for the droid...he looks of Imperial make to me..."

"If you're wondering about my background; i was a Seperatist during the Clone Wars. My unit got killed and i managed to nurse myself back to health and arrived here. But that is my story..what is yours?"

He suddenly gets tense and quizzical look, because he is still not entirely convinced you're to be trusted. And he probably wonders what you're doing on Felucia anyway...

 

[Blackrat]

"Definetly not imperial I can tell you" Alder says as he gets on his feet. "Enemy of your enemy is a friend they say, and that makes us your and these creatures' friends." He rubs his wrists and thrusts his hand forward to greet. "Alder Antilles, bounty hunter, and on the run from the empire. These are my friends, all in the same situation"

Hopefully he didn't see the rock he thinks as he speaks. Nor my "friends". It would be difficult to explain.

 

[Dalamar]

Duela was too busy cursing EF and Surussk's rash actions to notice anything before the ruckus starts. When the wild-looking man lunges at them with a machete, she inhales sharply and closes her eyes, expecting the worst.

She doesn't open them until the man starts speaking.
"A pleasure to meet someone who we can speak with," Duela says, visibly relieved. "Actually, we were looking for an Imperial facility with the intention of rescuing someone from there, when the natives and our group's more hotheaded individuals had a misunderstanding."

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"Kered Rinos, and think you for getting us down.............." It suddenly dawns on Kered that EF-8's speech patterns have changed rather dramatically. He seems to forget the current situation and turns to EF, "Why did your speech change EF?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I will be delighted to tell you the very reason of it, IF there would be a way I could get down from this cage." EF-8 replies to Kered, then he turns to Vazus "I can assure you, I am more than willing to terminate those imperial fools, though you are right to claim that this droid is of imperial manufacture. This model was an invention of mine, but... well its a long story to be told from the back of this felucian native."

 

[Dalamar]

Just realising the change when Kered points it out, Duela looks in confusion at the previously tight-lipped, figuratively, droid that now sounded almost like a protocol droid.