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Subject: Re: Dammit..


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Iori(NPC)
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Date Posted: 00:27:12 03/25/01 Sun
In reply to: Leon 's message, "Dammit.." on 23:07:41 03/24/01 Sat

Iori stands atop atop a building, staring at a data pad that displayed the fight with the droids and the outlaws. This was made possible thanks to one of his many cloaked Watchers, which was what he had started calling the free-floating camera's that bent the light around them, making them more or less invisible. The droids were also his, technically. They were originally manufactured for security purposes, but Iori broke into one of the warehouses and reprogrammed a pack of them. The whole purpose of using the droids was to get a good general idea of the skills and fighting strategies used by whatever bounty he was after.

"Thats why I'm the best," he reminded himself. "I have yet to be bested by any upstart punks like these. Still they should prove to be interesting. They did destroy my droids, after all.." He regarded the group on the mini screen with a nod. It was no easy feat to beat his droids. He reporgrammed them after each fight with recorded strategies and techniques of the adversary. He pocketed his data pad, and ran a hand through his white, spiky hair.

He held up his left hand, typing in the command to activate his personal transporter. He had the signal locked on one of the droid's homing beacons, which remained functional because it ran off of a different power supply than the rest of the droid. With a quick green flash, the world around him changed. He was now in somewhat of an alley, a good 20 feet away from the fighters, and standing in the midst of the wreckage.

"Well done!" he said, clapping his hands. "I've never seen anybody destroy my toys like that before. If you hadn't taken so much damage during the fight, I'd be worried. You might've actually been able to fend me off. But as it is, I'm going to have to take you all into my custody. Whether or not I turn you in to the Station's security, sell you off to whoever put bounties out on you, or use you as test subjects will be entirely up to me."


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