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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 17:08:15 GMT -5
Grievous performed a subtle gesture with is head, ordering Gunray not to interrupt the speech, which finished minutes after the Viceroy's question, with the unforgivable phrase "GLORY TO THE CONFEDERACY!", followed by hundreds of hands clapping in a wave of applause.
After the declaration's terminus, the Kaleesh slowly dispersed, abandoning the large plaza and calmly returning to their houses. The Kaleesh Elite, the Izvoshra mimicked their civilian counterparts, resuming to their barracks. At the end, only the white-dressed Grievous stood in the ample stage, directing his words to Nute Gunray as he bowed as much as his mechanized body allowed:
" Greetings, Viceroy. "
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 19:56:13 GMT -5
Nute smiled. "Hello General Grievous," he greeted. "So what is going around here?" he asked as he looked at Grievous.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 3:59:20 GMT -5
" A swift parade to refill our ranks with the relentless Kaleesh warriors. From what I seen, I've been successful, to a certain degree or another. Hopefully, our forces will be restrengthen with the might of the battle-hardened Kaleesh which, alongside our Droid Army, shall bring war to the Republic. "
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 21:33:21 GMT -5
Bev Hettir snarled angrily as he felt the gun point against his back.
"No need to be so pushy shovey!" He raised a hand to swat the rifle away, but thought against it. If he showed violence, he may receive it back in return. As well as the Mandolorian Iron armor would protect him, against all these droids he was in a bit of a pickle.
"All due respect," He hissed. "I will NOT raise my hands above my head, but I will follow. Isn't that right my dear friend? We go with these droids, we get our money. Fair enough for me! However, we will be treated with a little more respect." The mandolorian shouted over to the other, trying to return the favor and give him a hand. Bev had honor, he wasn't cruel and heartless... all the time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 10:27:34 GMT -5
"Jeeze...What the hell is wrong with these chakaar's.... I swear... What ever happened to the whole "Mando-Sep alliance?" Maud'Dib muttered to himself, he followed along, trying to ensure that his Mandolorian comrade wouldn't do anything to get himself killed.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2012 13:17:25 GMT -5
The commando seemed to begin to get quite angered, shouting in a frustrated voice.
" JUST FOLLOW US, MANDOLORIAN TRAITOR, ALRIGHT !? "
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2012 18:56:24 GMT -5
"Um...Unfortunetly, I'm not exactly...MANDO'AD, so... Sorry. However... I hope you do realize that just cause I'm not a Mando'ad, that doesn't mean I don't know a few people in your Sep goverment. So...If your going to get mad, by all mean's do so to me, but please let my friend go if it does come to the matter's of hand cuff's. He didn't do anything wrong..." Maud'Dib said pleasantly.
(Would it be ok if he knew how to use protocol's and program's for the droid's??)
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2012 21:27:02 GMT -5
Bev Hettir couldn't help but feel surprised as this stranger spoke Mando'a. That was his native tongue comming out of someone else's mouth. The army instructor knew they woudl have very interesting conversations once they were out of this mess. his curiousity was spiked now, which made the situation all the more important to get out.
Not exactly?! Still though, Bev's attention was now focused. With a small grumble, the Mando gave a small sniff. "Well said," Bev said. 'Although I'm not helpless.' He muttered in his thoughts. "Let's just be riddanced of these stairs and the shade. The outside air seems more... of a plesant thought at the moment. Perhaps we'll all cool off on the walk."
He passed a 'look' over to the stranger.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 5:43:27 GMT -5
Maud'Dib simply smiled, his double virbo blade on his back seemed to become lighter. Finally that Mando'a training his adopted Mandolorian father gave him payed off.....
"Whenever you guys are ready I'm fine...." Maud'Dib gave him the 'look' of a ready predator. Perhap's he'd be more fun to get into problems with...
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 7:56:29 GMT -5
" What are you two attempting to summon? I was ordered to arrest you, Mando! About you, civilian, move along or you will go with us too. "
" Sir, there are just Humans... they get nervous... perhaps we should follow their suggestion? " intervened one of the squad's B2 super battle droids.
The BX droid furiously turned his mechanized head towards the insolent companion, releasing a growl-like sound.
" I AM THE COMMANDER AND I SAY NO ! "
" Isn't the Confederacy a democracy ? "
" On my squad, this is an autocracy and I'm the autocrat, USELESS PIECE OF JUNK ! "
" Piece of junk ? I'm the B2-series super battle droid, model 891, unit number B2-891-345... commander... "
" OH BE QUIET, 345! I RE THE LEADER! "
" Hey, take it easy, commander... no hard feelings... "
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 8:12:47 GMT -5
Nute blinked. "I will not be bowing down to anyone not even you, Grievous," he said as he narrowed his red eyes slightly.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 11:18:12 GMT -5
"Huh...He's got a point Commander.... You DO work for the Separtist's.... And your acting like a Republic Military droid....Is it possible that your a planted spy? Here to gather information and betray the Separtist alliance?" Maud'Dib loved to talk with droid's... And he loved the reaction's he'd get from them.
"I mean...How would you know? You'd be memory wiped, with a planted reciever inside your high tech mechanical mind, sending the Republic more....And more information to them. So...How would we know....IF your a true Separtist, and not a Droid spy?"
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 15:29:04 GMT -5
Bev couldn't help the smirk that danced across his face, luckily it was all hidden by his helmet. Fair enough, it might have led him into deeper trouble anyways. The way things were planning out seemed to be turning in his favour which was always nice.
He shifted his weight to stand evenly on booth feet, his arms folding across his chest as if waiting for the droid commander to give a responce. It was perfectly plausable, and the Mando just decided to keep his mouth shut. If the droid couldn't defend himself, he'd shoot it. Then again, he'd have to convince the others that it was the right thing to do. Maybe he could get the battle droids to take care of it.
"Definitely sounds suspicious to me." He growled.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2012 15:10:14 GMT -5
The commando's voice suddenly altered into a monotonous tone with a growl, his head rapidly righted, the two photo-receptors slowly darkening.
" A critical error was occurred! System Overload! The BIOS has detected an critical error in the System's Kernel. The System will be reseted to prevent further... dama ... ge... " the droid cried, finally turning off, falling to the ground in a strange position.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2012 18:50:43 GMT -5
"Huh... And here I thought I was not a smooth talker..." Maud'Dib said aloud, then walked over to the "broken" droid.
"Well....Um... I guess I'll take command then!" Maud'Dib said turning to the droid's.
"I AM an investigator for this after all.... I even have the badge to prove it..." It was not his badge, of course, it was some Sheen'Akar. He modified the picture abit, but a VERY smart droid, like Grievous could tell. That Separtist investigator who got in his way. Damn pen pusher's...
"SO, were shall we go now? Your the expert on the Seps here I hope?" Maud'Dib then turned to the Mandalorian.
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