OOC: Ohh come on. How rediculous is it to take advantage of OOC issues of your combatant and then "have to withdrawl". I'm not going to make my arguements with your actions, just post.
I've been dragging through the guts of my computer for the last three weeks, the dang thing keeps trying to take over, no luck finding my original actions, so here's a quick synopsis. I'm sick of this crud, so while I'd really like the chance to continue(I've had a long list of fun stuff I wanted to do with this thread, before my issues), if you insist on leaving I'd suggest we drop it from just after the Torpedo Sphere's went up. I'll post two things here, and leave it to your choice.
IC: The Firesprays pilots, from the "Pandora's Box", saw the end of thier craft. Standing up several of them were confused, having thought they saw something that shouldn't have been there. Shadow Droids. "Odd," one man muttered to himself, "I thought you needed a Sith Master to make those things. Wierd." He shrugged and jogged over to the sensor board, watching the concussion missiles that had exsploded from the cargo bays of the ship closing with the ESD. Sure the Shadow Droids had been the last thing on the Firespray's sensors, but the pilots had never retargeted, so the concussion missiles were still targeted on the "Molinya", to devastating effects. Some hit the Shadow Droids, but not enough to make any real difference.
One of the transport pilots, some distance away from where the Firesprays had died, also saw something odd. He was the closest to the freighters, and saw the resulting wreckage afterwards. There were parts of two different ships, nothing that seemed to have been in the battle before. They certainly weren't any of his fellow transports, those had all stayed far away from there, knowing what was going to happen. They'd already been on station, waiting for the shields to drop.
He shrugged it off, a mystery of war, and closed in to the hull as the shields dropped, cloaks still activated. His ship and the others clamped down on the hull, placing them too closeto be hit by any shipboard weapons. Holes were cut in the hull on each ship, and teams began boarding. Twenty to thirty soldiers each, nearly 1500 in all. (Information from the boarding before would go here). Each team had an R-unit droid to assist thier technicians.
OOC:
Option One: We continue, and I can finish my post.
Option Two: Decide on the withdrawl, let me know, and I'll post up something to get us both out of here.
How's that? Once again, my apologies, it's just one of those times when life craps on you, everything has gone wrong for me. Well, almost everything, the gf issue turned out allright.
I've been dragging through the guts of my computer for the last three weeks, the dang thing keeps trying to take over, no luck finding my original actions, so here's a quick synopsis. I'm sick of this crud, so while I'd really like the chance to continue(I've had a long list of fun stuff I wanted to do with this thread, before my issues), if you insist on leaving I'd suggest we drop it from just after the Torpedo Sphere's went up. I'll post two things here, and leave it to your choice.
IC: The Firesprays pilots, from the "Pandora's Box", saw the end of thier craft. Standing up several of them were confused, having thought they saw something that shouldn't have been there. Shadow Droids. "Odd," one man muttered to himself, "I thought you needed a Sith Master to make those things. Wierd." He shrugged and jogged over to the sensor board, watching the concussion missiles that had exsploded from the cargo bays of the ship closing with the ESD. Sure the Shadow Droids had been the last thing on the Firespray's sensors, but the pilots had never retargeted, so the concussion missiles were still targeted on the "Molinya", to devastating effects. Some hit the Shadow Droids, but not enough to make any real difference.
One of the transport pilots, some distance away from where the Firesprays had died, also saw something odd. He was the closest to the freighters, and saw the resulting wreckage afterwards. There were parts of two different ships, nothing that seemed to have been in the battle before. They certainly weren't any of his fellow transports, those had all stayed far away from there, knowing what was going to happen. They'd already been on station, waiting for the shields to drop.
He shrugged it off, a mystery of war, and closed in to the hull as the shields dropped, cloaks still activated. His ship and the others clamped down on the hull, placing them too closeto be hit by any shipboard weapons. Holes were cut in the hull on each ship, and teams began boarding. Twenty to thirty soldiers each, nearly 1500 in all. (Information from the boarding before would go here). Each team had an R-unit droid to assist thier technicians.
OOC:
Option One: We continue, and I can finish my post.
Option Two: Decide on the withdrawl, let me know, and I'll post up something to get us both out of here.
How's that? Once again, my apologies, it's just one of those times when life craps on you, everything has gone wrong for me. Well, almost everything, the gf issue turned out allright.