Old Republic RPG (Page 6 of 12)

"Right..." she said absently. "Look, I'll point out the... meatbags... you can vaporize, okay? In the meantime, what model are you? Who's your manufacturer?"

((He's not Czerka, and droids can't lie, though they can withold information))

"Huh..." Shion said, lowering her rifle. "An HK, you say? Good. We can put you to use. Go find Mandalore at the front- he's the only one who can decide what you'll do in this army. After that the techs will check you out and you'll report back to me, got it? And don't go shooting anyone unless they're shooting at us, please."

Oh? I wasn't aware... hm...

((Okay, everyone with the Mandos? Yes? Good.))

Shion returned to her perch on the tank with Xondra. "One more crisis avoided," she said with her usual cynical sense of humor. She looked at the hatch, then thought better of it. She didn't need Territ's droid when there was a Jetti around. "Sense anything yet?" she asked.

"I thought I already explained this," Shion said, her patience limited. Her voice was stern as she spoke, "Do you think a bunch of Republics aren't going to take a shot at us just because we have a few Jettise with us? Keeping yourself alive means keeping us alive too. Keeping them alive," she gestured to the Republic troopers marching along, giving dubious looks to the Mandalorians who offered them water along their trek through the hot jungle. The Jedi, the older ones, didn't seem to really be there, perhaps in some sort of walking meditation.

"Would you risk their lives so you could get away?"

Shion brought the focus back to herself, the T-shape in her helmet fixing on Xondra, like a statue of some sort of passionless diety, gazing down in heartless judgement. "I saw your face when your master died by my blade," she said. "I saw your eyes- like my own eyes, not so very long ago, when I met the Mandalorians on the same terms -and I saw that you're fresh. You've never faced death before, never seen the horrors of war. Don't abandon your comrades to that." The shame of Territ's injury came back to her suddenly, having felt the failure she was about to preach against. "Don't abandon those who care for you to that. We're warriors, Xondra... but we're not evil."

The padwan whirled her head toward the towering Mandalorian, unable to keep the flood of anger inside her in check, "And the Jedi ARE? The Republic soldiers are?! Perhaps the innocent worlds who refuse or are unable to fight back have some horrible plan to destroy all existence?!"

Faux exhaled and turned her head away, her voice still betraying the painful sea of emotions within her, "I have never tried to run away. "

She choked slightly on the words she tried to say, "And that was not my master you killed. That was just another 'Jettise' willing to give his life to try and save a few sentients."

The padawan tilted her head toward the other prisoners, "Just like all of us."

Then the red-head's fiery green eyes looked up at the cold T-shaped visor with lethal intensity, "Why are you fighting?"

Xondra Faux tried to sort out so many confusing questions.

Why do you kill my friends, my family, and then save me?

(( Hahhah! Awesome Post V! I thought I had you guys for sure! ))

Faux tumbled and nearly fell off with complete shock, she frantically tried to grab a hold and then the tank straightened.

Honor.

Faux looked around at the Mandalorians closely...for some reason she couldn't quite remember the Jedi lecture on that topic. She'd have to find some way to cleverly get more information on the subject without the Mandalorians knowing she was at all interested. She sat straight again and eyed where the tank driver was to make sure he wasn't about to try anymore sudden moves...but all in all, riding on top of the huge, vibrating,  powerful tank of armored weaponry was...fun.

They certaintly didn't let you do that back at the academy. Faux hid her slight smile, and wondered where she had gone wrong in her training. Perhaps in the end, all the whispers she had heard all her life were correct after all...

HK-47 rode on the side of Territ's tank with Shion, and Xondra, Bableing on about how to get the most enjoyment out of killing a target, Shion and Xondra were quiet disturbed. They finaly changed the subject after asking about his rifle, then he went on and on about it. This was going to be a long ride for them.

"Exclamation: Drat!" HK quickly sat up and fired his magnetic grappling at the tank, latching on. He retracted the cable and pulled himself back up onto the tank, mud spattered all over him.

Territ looked up at Shion. "Nope, havent thought of a good name." As Territ said this a Mandalorian on the front started laughing. Territ slamed on the breaks and that Mando flew off. "Whats so funny?"

"Nothing Territ" The Mando said as he climbed back onto the Tank.

Territ smiled at the fact that the Mando was now all muddy and had a branch just hit him in the head. He looked up at Shion. "What do you think I should name it Shion?" Territ asked.