12-04-2009, 05:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-04-2009, 05:18 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
"I can feel him, ALIAS, the dark side feels as sinister as I remember it..." Jeran said as he darted alongside his creation. He would never forget how the dark side felt, because he could still feel a bit of it inside him, and he felt it call out for freedom now and again.
ALIAS stuck a paw in its cloak, its mechanical pelvis cavity opening up as it produced the lightsaber Jeran's Jedi master gave Jeran, and tossed it to him. Its hologram technology made it look like a wolf had yanked a lightsaber out of its zipper. "No other life forms within a 64 mile radius, aside from weeds and worms. I'm picking up readings from a droid, a 3C-FD model, possibly customized. Shall I enable organic cloaking?"
Jeran caught his lightsaber and nodded. With that, ALIAS subtly turned on his organic cloaking, which slowly changed his signature to something organic and living the closer he got to the sensor. This was designed to throw sensor droids off, as it would seem like they got a clearer reading now that it was closer. He turned on another cloaking device that gave him an artificial field of "force", making him visible to force sensitives as another force sensitive, and it would simply seem like he was too weak to sense until he got close enough. Jeran raised a hand, and made a gesture with two fingers.
ALIAS and Jeran split up, taking different routes, they approached the Scimitar from both sides. Thirty seconds later, Jeran stopped just 20 feet away from the Scimitar, a cloud of dust flowing over him from his sprint as he did so, the wind he had made when he was running ruffled his cloak.
There he was... standing still, his paw already on his saber as if he was ready to fight. He was the most physically unimposing Sith Jeran had met, their colors contrasting against the barren background. Jeran already had his lightsaber out, though it wasn't ignited. He said nothing.
On the opposite side, 20 feet away, ALIAS stood silently, his cloak billowing out behind him from the wind. He looked physically imposing, standing a solid 6'8 feet, wearing a ruthless, cold expression while exuding a similar cold and ruthless (albeit artificial) force that was more dark aligned than light. His 'ears' were perked up, alert, and he held a pair of lightsabers hilts, one in each hand. "Darth... Ferrus." He said in his gravelly, rough voice, different from his normal droid-voice, as he dug out some data he had on the Sith Lord. "Looks like your ship's in need of some repairs." He grinned. "And we just happen to be a pair'a good Samaritans." ALIAS' guise was flawless. There wasn't a way to tell that it was a droid unless it said so itself.
ALIAS stuck a paw in its cloak, its mechanical pelvis cavity opening up as it produced the lightsaber Jeran's Jedi master gave Jeran, and tossed it to him. Its hologram technology made it look like a wolf had yanked a lightsaber out of its zipper. "No other life forms within a 64 mile radius, aside from weeds and worms. I'm picking up readings from a droid, a 3C-FD model, possibly customized. Shall I enable organic cloaking?"
Jeran caught his lightsaber and nodded. With that, ALIAS subtly turned on his organic cloaking, which slowly changed his signature to something organic and living the closer he got to the sensor. This was designed to throw sensor droids off, as it would seem like they got a clearer reading now that it was closer. He turned on another cloaking device that gave him an artificial field of "force", making him visible to force sensitives as another force sensitive, and it would simply seem like he was too weak to sense until he got close enough. Jeran raised a hand, and made a gesture with two fingers.
ALIAS and Jeran split up, taking different routes, they approached the Scimitar from both sides. Thirty seconds later, Jeran stopped just 20 feet away from the Scimitar, a cloud of dust flowing over him from his sprint as he did so, the wind he had made when he was running ruffled his cloak.
There he was... standing still, his paw already on his saber as if he was ready to fight. He was the most physically unimposing Sith Jeran had met, their colors contrasting against the barren background. Jeran already had his lightsaber out, though it wasn't ignited. He said nothing.
On the opposite side, 20 feet away, ALIAS stood silently, his cloak billowing out behind him from the wind. He looked physically imposing, standing a solid 6'8 feet, wearing a ruthless, cold expression while exuding a similar cold and ruthless (albeit artificial) force that was more dark aligned than light. His 'ears' were perked up, alert, and he held a pair of lightsabers hilts, one in each hand. "Darth... Ferrus." He said in his gravelly, rough voice, different from his normal droid-voice, as he dug out some data he had on the Sith Lord. "Looks like your ship's in need of some repairs." He grinned. "And we just happen to be a pair'a good Samaritans." ALIAS' guise was flawless. There wasn't a way to tell that it was a droid unless it said so itself.
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