The Star Wars Iconic Characters: Out of the Jungle.

[Rorworr]

"Arani, we're just about overhead now, so get the van started up and in the air. You're going to have to get on board fast, as the folks in the fighters behind us are blaster-redecorating the paint work."

 

[Arani Korden]

"Arani, we're just about overhead now, so get the van started up and in the air. You're going to have to get on board fast, as the folks in the fighters behind us are blaster-redecorating the paint work."

"The van? You want me to fly the van? I thought someone was going to . . . sure, fine. I guess. How hard could it be?"

Arani collects Sen, waves to the birds (if they're still there) and climbs into the drivers seat to try to start the van up.

Arani has no pilot skill, of course. So it'll be a learning experience. And by the way, sorry - I hadn't recieved any notification that the thread had been updated for ages, so I assumed everyone had dropped out. Boy is my face red.

 

[Dorn Tavers]

Originally posted by Arani:
"The van? You want me to fly the van? I thought someone was going to . . . sure, fine. I guess. How hard could it be?"

Hearing this over the comm system, Dorn throws Rorworr a concerned glance after firing off a shot at the attackers.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Dorn shakes his head and waits for things to get worse...

(OOC: Welcome back Arani!)

 

[Rorworr]

Yay! Arani's back!

Big Wookie hug (and hopefully no broken ribs ).

And by the way, sorry - I hadn't recieved any notification that the thread had been updated for ages, so I assumed everyone had dropped out. Boy is my face red.

I think most of the e-mail functions for the boards got switched off for quite a bit. Morrus was having problems with them IIRC.

 

[Valara Saar]

"If Arani is going to fly the van up to us, I should open the Cargo door to let her in right?" Valara asks looking puzzeled. "But wont whatevers in the cargobay fall out, what should be done Rorworr?"

 

[Arani Korden]

Thanks, guys. It's good to be back.

 

[Rorworr]

"If Arani is going to fly the van up to us, I should open the Cargo door to let her in right?" Valara asks looking puzzeled. "But wont whatevers in the cargobay fall out, what should be done Rorworr?"

"Good thinking Val. Kaz, can you get the computer to tell me what's in the cargo bay? If it's nothing too dangerous, we can just dump it."

 

[Pbartender]

Carefully enganging the repulsors, Arani gingerly levitates the repulsor truck up through the branches of the trees. After a few cracks, snaps and scrapes, she emerges from the from the forest to see... a 75 meter starship barreling down on her with four small fighters closing in behind it!

Rorworr fires the braking thrusters as the transport ship bears down on the speedertruck that just emerged from the jungle. Everyone inside is thrown against their safety restraints (You all remembered to buckle your safety belts, right?), as he slides alongside the truck and brings the ship to a halt.

Dorn misses his shot due to sudden maneuver, and the four fighters also over-shoot, flying by overhead. Out of nowhere, Dorn's forgotten concussion missiles streak in to blast the starboard airfoil right off the lead cloakshape. The striken fighter does a lazy barrel-roll, trailing smoke and sparks, before making a controlled crash landing into the forest.

Meanwhile, Kaz runs through a manual calibration of the aft shields, bringing them back on-line.

|... Those nasty pirates have been using me as a warehouse... A warehouse! For all of their ill-gotten goods. Can you imagine? Half filled with military rations and canisters of that smelly, slimy bacta. They knocked over a cylinder of the stuff a week ago, and broke it open. It leaked all over the cargo bay. It took me all day to get it cleaned up, since they wouldn't do it themselves. I don't think I'll ever get the smell out...|

 

[Valara Saar]

"What is this Bacta Rorworr, Is it a thing of value? Is there another way to get Arani, Sen, and the Green One onboard?"

 

[Dorn Tavers]

Dorn watches with a stunned expression as the concussion missiles strike the enemy fighter.

"Whoa. I am good!"

Dorn grins and glances at his shipmates. Seeing that everybody is too busy trying to stay alive to pay any attention to him, Dorn shrugs and turns back to the firing console.

"Looks like the Force is with us today..."

Dorn once again focuses himself with the battlemind technique and takes aim at another of the fighters that is now so helpfully in front of the ship, firing as soon as the target is lined up in the target display.