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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 17:09:00 GMT -5
Coruscant. A beautiful planet, just an entire rock of nothing but towering skyscrapers and floating transports. That is, if you're not in a prison cell. This was just too perfect.
Byter sat alone on the small cot, waiting to be taken before a court, with two clones standing outside his cage. He had been caught red-handed selling black market weapons to a few pirates. Who so happened to be just a bunch of Troopers in disguise. COnfiscating everything, all he was left with was his clothes. He gave a small grumble before yelling out to the guards. "Could I please have some water? Seesh."
He stood up and waited by the cell door, knowing full well that it was just an excuse to be standing. They ignored him. He gave a small huff before reaching his hand through the bar and grabbing the small blaster in the right one's holster. Without a second to lose, he shot both of them in the knees. Watching them hit the floor, he grimmaced. At least they weren't dead, just stunned. He stood back and set the blaster's setting to decimate and shot the lock of the door. He kicked away the barred entrance and turned down the setting. He didn't want to kill anyone, not here. He grabbed the other blaster and his equipment, wanting to be able to use his normal ones, but also wanting to save their power cores. He clipped the belt on and ran out into the hallway. Unfortuenately, he ran into a certain Clone.
Falling, he landed on the floor with a huff and scrambled to his feet, trying to leave the guy behind.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 17:23:09 GMT -5
Chopper wasn't thrilled about being on guard duty. Atleast it was better then repairing olf useless machines. It wasn't the battle field, but it was certainly better then that. Babysitting criminals wasn't fun, walking by and poking jokes at them was. Maybe that's what he'll do, make some form of entertainment.
Grumbling, he rounded the corner while double checking everything in his belt. He had everything, plus more. The droid finger was there, and the thought made a dark smile light across his face, hidden by the helmet. They had confiscated all the other ones, but this one finger was the only one left, the one he kept.
Blast shots, and within seconds Chopper was going down the hallway at full sprint. He skidded around the corner, just as someone slammed into him. Down he went, and it took Chopper a few seconds to balence himself out. Getting back on track, he saw the prisoner running off.
"STOP!" He barked, taking off again. Bending his right arm, Chopper punched into the commlink.
"Prisoner escape!"
No need for formalities now, Chopper honestly didn't care, but the message needed to be sent. He just prayed they got it. Sliding his blaster out of it's holster and setting it to stun, he continued to give chase.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 17:30:03 GMT -5
Crap. THere went the alarms. Then, he took a wrong turn and found himself in a dead end. Knowing full well he couldn't just turn around, he'd get caught. Seeing no other option, he sighed, grimaced, then shot the nearby window and jumped out, falling with the other pieces of glass. He was now free-falling, his chances of surviving the fall to the very bottom of the city .00000000000000000000001 in a thousand.
Then, he grabbed the grappling whip of his belt and held it out beside him. With a click of a button, it was moving as if shot out of a canon and latching onto a nearby ledge. With another click, he was propelled forward and landing on the roof of a nearby building. With a smirk, he turned back to the prison tower to see a plethora of clones gathering around the hole he made. With a mocking salute, he took off running.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 17:43:46 GMT -5
"Outta my way!" Chopper hissed as he ran for the window.
Thank god it was Coruscant, the massive city planet. Cities meant people, and people meant transport. Fortunately Chopper had jumped ontop of one just as it passed, also fortunate for the trooper, was armour. With the air rushing out of his lungs, he scrabbled to grab a hold.
The people inside yelped with surprise.
"You're flying in restricted airspace, unless you wanna get arrested, follow him" Chopper growled between gasps of air. He pointed to the prisoner on the rooftop. The people were quicky to obey. Managing to stay onboard, Chopper kept his eye son the prisoner. Maybe this job had it's better moments, but running around on the rooftops definitely wasn't in the job description.
They got him close enough to the roof so Chopper could jump off. Aiming as best as he could, he fired a few shots before taking off. Damn this guy was filled with good tricks.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 18:01:43 GMT -5
Unexpectedly hearing a few blaster shots, he rolled out of the way, just in time to barely be grazed in the shoulder. He felt a numbing muscle and cursed. This was not good. He turned around to see a single clone on his tail.
Perfect. He looked around and didn't see anywhere else to go, all the other buildings were too great of a distnace to jump to. He slowly backed up to the edge of the building, feigning terror and grasping his 'wounded' shoulder. Then, when he didn't feel anything else by air behind him, he gave another smirk and simply stepped off the building. Falling, he slowed his descent by keeping one arm planted to the sided of the skyscraper, the scavenged trooper armor being scratched majorly in the process. Sparks flying, he gave a derogatory chuckle as he planted his legs onto the side of the building and, putting as mcuh force as he possibly could, jumped off. Now, free-falling once more, he just simply relaxed, knowing he would hit the lower levels soon. With another flick of his wrist, his grappling whip was alive in his hands once more, this time clamping onto a nearby transport and he was pulled along with it, not even having a chance to press the button yet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 18:09:59 GMT -5
Chopper skidded to a halt just in time. Looking over the edge he cursed under his breath. He might have been successful in hitting his target, but still. There he went, off and about like some kind of free man. Well free man not on Chopper's watch.
Backing up a few paces, he took a running jump.
And onto a speeder.... again. Scrabbling for a hold, he managed to grab onto the edge before slipping off. Panting slightly and trying to regain his breath, he pulled himself up and crawled into the cocpit. Flopping down in the seat, he looked at his chauffer.
A droid.
Chopper hated droids.
With a snort of disgust he grabbed onto the droid and threw him out. Bad plan, Chopper was no pilot. Cursing loudly, he jumped into the pilot seat and grabbed onto the controls. How hard could it be? Plummitting to his death alone was better then being driven by a droid.
Attempting to learn on the spot and maintain the corse, Chopper sped on. There! Finding the man attached to the whip on the bottom and carefully altering the path of the speeder, Chopper took off in hot persuit.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 18:14:40 GMT -5
Shigar was driving a transport that he had rented and was driving, when suddenly, a man dropped out of nowhere on the top of his transport. "What. The hell. Are you doing?" Shigar asked, a small amount of irritation audible in his voice.
[[Sorry, best I can do right now.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 18:28:21 GMT -5
(Dude, neither me or him got in your transport. I'm hanging from a whip under one while Chopper hijacked one with a robot.)
Still hanging along the bottom of the car, Byter checked behind him. Great, the clone was still following him. Inconceivable. He pressed the button, allowing the rope to retract and pull him up to the actual vehicle. Now, on top, he knocked on the clear cockpit, with a small scowl. "Oy! Mind giving me a ride?"
He punched through the glass, then hopped in. "Scoot over! A troopers on my tail!"
Taking over the controls, he gave a small gulp. He wasn't terrible at flying.....when his ship was the only one around. He dipped the controls up and went up, scratching a nearby yellow taxi on accident, much to the dissatisfaction of the poor working droid. He banged his hand on the horns repeatedly. "Get out of the way!"
The blue oval transport flew over an arch, then crashed into a nearby window, going through the small working space, then flying out on the other side. Why were there so many obsticles? Then, to his surprise, he found himself flying straight at his pursuer's transport. He cringed, expecting to find himself part of a gigantic crash in a simple few seconds. He was barely able to mutter out a few words. "I have a bad feelin about this!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 18:31:50 GMT -5
[[Never said he was, now did I?]]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 23:04:11 GMT -5
Chopper was trying to multitask, which wasn't working out so well. Flying, dodging cars, and looking out for a wanted criminal. Gripping onto the controls as hard as possible without breaking them, he managed to steady the machine. 'I fix 'em, but I can't fly 'em.' He sighed angrily at himself, and leaned over to see if the man was still in sight.
He had disappeared. Great.
Extremely unimpressed, he sat back in his chair. Great.
But then there was something, right in front of him. Leaning forward, Chopper caught a glimpse of the driver. The criminal! He was a gonner for sure!
Grinning like a madman, Chopper slammed on the accelerator, leaning forward in anticipation. Let's see him get away from this one!
At the last possible minute, Chopper yanked on the controls upward and jumped. The criminal's speeder slid under his fingertips and lucky enough, chopper was able to get a hold. Gripping on for dear life, he scrabbled to get to the cockpit.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 9:59:09 GMT -5
When a few seconds had passed without feeling any pain, Byter opened an eye slightly. Looks like the trooper disappeared. With a little sigh, he turned the transport around slowly. For some reason, it seemed that the clone had popped out of existance. He gave a small sigh of relief. As the flustered wookie besides him tried to grab the controls back, he noticed something on top of the cockpit. A gloved hand.
Wasn't out of trouble yet. He scowled, sorry buddy, but not today. He gave the controls back to the wookie and opened the door. Seeing Chopper, he couldn't resist. "Hey buudy! Looking for me?"
With that, he grabbed the clones ankle and jumped of the transport, taking the clone with him. He dragged himself up to be face to face with the clone, just so he could throw a few punches.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 10:08:54 GMT -5
Yikes! What Chopper thought was a good hold, apaprently wasn't, for all of a sudden he was plumetting toward the ground... again. For the third time today. Heart lurching into his throat from the free fall, he felt himself being pulled around.
Looking for him? Indeed he was. Just as Chopper was about to give a shar reply, a fist connected with his... helmet. Thank goodness for armor. his head whipelashed back as Chopper saw stars momentarily. Blinking, he caught the other fist before it was about to hit.
Time to make sure he didn't get away. Or, if this person had any intentions on escaping, he'd take Chopper with him. Acting on instinct, he locked his legs around the man's waist, pulled back an arm and punched out. Try that one on for size.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 10:47:18 GMT -5
It took a few seconds for Byter to realize that his punches weren't doing any damage, even with his dura-steel knuckles. He frowned, then felt a punch land on his face. He gave a small smirk when a realized that the clone was trying to take him down with it or save itself should Byter happen to use his grappling whip.
Well then, it seemed that they were at a stalemate. With a simple twist of his arm, he grabbed the clone's arm and used the gravity to spin them bot around. Then, with a small crack, the clone and Byter landed on yet another speeding vehicle. This one, being a mostly flat tour guide, was unoccupied save for the tour droid. Byter jumped to his feet, his hooded face illuminated for a brief moment as an overhead light beamed onto him. He gave a small smirk. "All right. You want to tango? Let's dance!"
TO the droid, he gave a quick shout. "Could you please show us the Republic's impound yard, number 13-B? Thank You!"
He really needed to get back to his ship. He hoped that the guard there had recieved his payment and made the necessary repairs. After all, the Bantha Spit was always in need of repairs.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 16:37:19 GMT -5
((OOC: I really find it entertaining how we keep managing to hit these transports. XD ;D ))
Head still a little dizzy, Chopper was about to land another punch when he was spun around and he hit the next transport.
More stars, it was his lucky day. Rolling over onto his stomach he scrabbled to his feet. Testing the surface lightly, Chopper found his footing. His body was sore, but a little pain did him some good. He was for sure awake now.
Never tkaing his eyes off the prisoner, he shouted to the droid. God he hated droids, but better to fight the prisoner and keep the pilot, then kill the pilot and therefore kill them both.
"BELAY THAT! I'm a soldier of the grand Army of the Republic! To the prison, NOW! Call for help while your at it."
Better hope he heard all that, because Chopper's patience was short. A droid that couldn't listen would just make things even more worse. He set himself into a defensive stance, one Slick had taught him a long time ago, and relaxed the concentration slightly. Instinct.
"You like to dance? Well then meet your partner!" He yelled, taking a running start.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2012 18:36:45 GMT -5
Byter huffed. "Great. You know how long it takes to get to the impound yard? Almost a good half-hour and you just made it to where I have to make a u-turn."
The transport spun around slowly. Byter shifted his stance and dodged the incoming punch. His dura-steel knuckles wouldn't do well if the clone's helmet was still on, so he had to improvise.
With a punch of his own, he quickly spun around and grabbed the clone in a headlock. His fingers still working, he found the straps and unclasped it. He kicked the clone away, taking the helmet with him. With a simple toss, the clone's helmet was falling into the depths of Lower Coruscant. He shifted his postion. "I've had much prettier partners than you. And some of them were Hutts."
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