Adam

After 15 of those "Big Macs," these lil' guys will be a GREAT help!

Southern? You mean southern USA? No, the accent has nothing to do with that. It's the accent of one of my wife's lady-friends from Brighton. But if it's really that hard to read, I'll stop. And my name is Adalaide, Dillon! Everyone is messing that up.

Nothing personal, Alice. Oh, I actually wasn't being rebellious there - that was an embarrasing misspelled word. Please don't kill me.

Sure, havin' that guy named Adam bein' a lawyer makes y'all a bit inactive, but - HEY, Y'ALL INSULTIN' MY ACCENT?! *MASSIVE SMACK* TAKE ANOTHER, YOU CONTEMPTABLE DISGRACE! *MASSICE SMACK* (OOC: Yup, one down, two to go - Sorry for inactivity; I blame my job. By the way, none of the "contemptable" or stuff is really meant towards you; it's just part of my role. ) Reason for edit: I was always rebellious in my youth.

Y'all 're right, they're inactive - but what has made us think they're possible rats? I'd like to see some evidence 'fore I vote, y'all. Tha's the best idea I heard all day. But which 'un do we vote for? Which method, voting or having a killer do it, is most reliable? An' which 'un do we want killed the most, to have the most reliable method put on him er her?

1. Well, duh, hun, we ain' tha' slow. 2. Maybe he didn' mean deceiver, but receiver. Lets test tha' theory out: *MASSIVE SMACK* 3. An' I'm sure y'all cried silly bout y're idocy right afterwards. 4. An' based on tha' last sound, y're gut ain't feelin' so good after tha' chilli. 5. I've no idea what y'all 're talkin' 'bout. 6. I've nothin' to say 'bout that.

LeAnn, hun, you was my best frieeend, an' you'll be remembered well, make no 'stake 'bout that. Someun's gonna pay. Goo' thinkin', hun. *sniff* Y'all know, y're right. But you killed Tony, my dear husban', you thrice accursed jerk! *MASSIVE SMACK* 'S been a looooong time since I did one o' them slaps, an' it was well deserved! As far as I'm concerned, no one has th' right ta tamper with nature, and I don' like the fact tha' i's left up to youe to decide who dies an' who lives! Y'all wanna 'nother slap? 'Cause I'm primed an' ready for more!

Adam clutched Malcolm's throat and held his lightasaber at his face while Garviel scanned the area for more CIS droids. "Alright, let's get to the point," Adam started, "where's the Jedi?" Malcolm coughed, his face turning purple, and said, "That's the last of you're worries - I suspect you'll find him easy enough. No, you've got much more to be concerned about!" Adam tightened his grip. "Then tell me." A smile began to creep to Malcolm's lips. "Well, why should I tell you? I am being paid quite a bit of money by the CIS, and there's nothing you can do to make me talk!" Adam responded by chopping off one of Malcolm's legs, and afterwards, he seemed a little more eager to cooperate. "Okay..." he gasped, "Watch out for Luun; he's not who you think! Just head over to the city monument to find out." Malcolm then gave a wry smile. "But if you're looking to strike this problem at the root, it'd be far easier to -" Malcolm's head suddenly flew off his neck as nearly twenty Super Battle Droids surrounded Garviel and Adam. "Quick!" Loken cried, motioning to a small gap in the trees behind them.

Adam had headed off towards the main bar on Trexxon during the confusion with the monsters. He would've stayed to help out, but along with the information about Ren, Adam had some items of a personal nature to discuss with him. By the time he had reached the bar, however, a blur shot past him and he was surprised to witness Garviel Loken stumble out the entrance. He than began running back to a nearby ship with a droid, which Adam recognized as Garviel's R3 D6. Adam bolted after him, and as Garviel climbed into his ship, Adam grabbed him and hissed. "Loken!" Garviel turned around, mildly surprised. "Oh, hello, Ad-" Adam cut him off and told him urgently that he knew where Malcolm was headed, a small underground hideaway in the back-alleys of the city. "But stay quiet and act like I do," Adam whispered.

Oh, it's unimportant and would just be a waste of time to elaborate more. I've gotta say that I also love that rock wall.

You just can't listen, can you? Yup, it sure is a great MOC - especially with those lovely expansions to the RBR. (P.S. You may find that background looking a little prettier once I've finished the reboot)

Why, yes'all! Anoudda rat down, huns. Thas' good neiws, it sho' is! *Another one bites the dust...!" Now, we know tha' the nice man who blasted the womanizin' brains outta that rat was a friend o' his, so who did he seem frien'ly with? An' tha' person seemed to be coinfronted by an FBI, or a'least, some'un who didn' wan' Perry ta be killed. An' then anoudda person comes up and lets 'im shoot Perry! Now, one o' them must be able to tell us who da others were, 'cause if Perry coul' recognize the first, then they all musta recognized each oudda. ... Why, an' odd lil' ol' though just oie-curred to me! Wha' if they was all, or a'least most of 'em, FBI? The FBI didn' come to get Perry, so maybe he turned good, an' the one who shot him was an' FBI that suspected his turnin' sides? Jus' a thought...

Rex, Adam, and the gunner (a clone named Geoff) had met up with Bob and the captain, and they opened the door to the bridge to Oky Wan carefully walking to the exit with JD in his arms, Jim tip-toeing to them, and the others standing stock still with odd expressions on their faces. "What-?" Adam began, but Jim had already started explaining. "We're propped up on the edge of a ravine, and any movement whatsoever could cause our literal downfall. Make any sudden movement and we're all dead," he finished dramatically. Only Bob and Adam had the sense to slowly back away from the door so that Jim could pass; Rex, the captain and Geoff were all standing as if frozen in the doorway. Jim shoved carefully past them and headed on to other parts of the ship. Adam, Bob, and Rex went off to help while Geoff and the captain went to help Oky with JD.

Approx. 4 minutes before the crash... Adam glanced around - he'd given pr0visorak the slip. Adam let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into a seat next to a clone engineer, who had taken his helmet off and was frowning deeply. "What's wrong?" Adam asked, his spine shooting straight. "Well, buckle you're seat belt - it's going to be a bumpy ride," the clone responded fiddling rapidly with the controls. Distant yells forced their way into the engine room. "... almost exact -" The rest of the dialogue was lost as a massive explosion consumed a quarter of the room. Adam and the clone crashed through the controls and smacked into the wall, along with another clone engineer and a gunner. Adam lifted the first engineer off of him and shook his head, making to wipe the blood off his forehead but only making it bloodier by using his right arm, which had taken almost the full force of the crash. Adam winced with pain. "I'll live," he said to himself as he and the gunner heaved the two engineers off their shoulders and to the Med. Bay. Upon entering the found Rex surveying a mass of broken droid parts with dismay. He looked up at them and said, "All of the droids are broken, and meanwhile, JD's halfway through a door and the must be many more injuries, no doubt!" Rex reported the bad news back to Jim and began helping Adam and the gunner lay the clones on the nearest beds they could find, which were in Bob's room. Oddly enough, he wasn't there. Adam ran back to the engine room and saw Bob and some other clones collapsed on the floor, hiddn by a large control panel. He went back to get help, closing the faulty door behind him. When he, Rex, and the gunner got back, they saw Bob and a Captain trudging off to the bridge. The three followed in silence.

Can't eat if you're trampled first!

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After checking on JD and managing to escape yet another "suprise attack," Adam headed back to his room and located the largest bar in Dephroon, the capitol of Trexxon, on a screen. This would most likely be Malcolm's hangout, and he'd alert the others to his plan once they neared the moon. A flash of blue appeared above the holo-projector beside the screen. He stared at it intently, waiting. However, nothing happened. One might naturally asume this some sort of glitch, but being endlessly paranoid, Adam buzzed Oky on his communicator. "Oky, the holo-projector's malfunctioning. Would you mind checking it out?" Oky Wan groaned. "Everyone wants me to sort out every little technical problem for them! I'm not some... some mechanic, after all!" Adam couldn't resist smiling. "I don't care if you're a mechanic or an engineer, just get up here." Adam new perfectly well that he couldn't order Oky Wan to do something; on the ship, they technically ranked the same, but Kenobi knew that Adam was merely joking around with him, just as Adam knew that he would eventually look into the projector. Adam waited by looking, bored, out of the window; he was suprised at the lack of anything interesting except a few distant stars, since this general area had been teeming with asteroids when Adam had visited it last.

Hmmmmmm.... Well, y'all, it dues seem that there be many a person who'd 'a' like to vote off Richie. Y'all, I believe he was one o' them that dear lil' Zaby was votin' for too, right? Well, movin' in his di-rection an' takin' action is surely somethin' that we have to do, for it seems that many wan' him dead. By the way, jus' wond'rin', why? What are our key ree-zuns fer killin' him? I think that those who keep oin changin' theire o-pin-onioins are ob-vee-usl'y triyin' ta mislead us, and we should try and concentrate more on the information tha' is so-lid fact, information that hais always beeeeeen constant. Ian does seem trueste-worthy, but seein' as he's single and always tryin' to make moves, I'm jus' bein' cautious. Maybe it's jus' that I've never feilt quite safe since Tony-

Yes. Why, I reckon y're right! She did seem to be carryin' an een-stru-ment of tortyure las' night, an' I was tortured! Zaby, y'all fool! You broke my leg!

Z-Zaby? DEAD?! *sob* She was aie good girl, too - always ac-active in the DESP - why, she eenve-eenvented the "DESP" part of it! But i's a good thaeng some'un killed tha' Why-yo-nuh, that filthy, nasty, horrid ol' rat. I don' think "veat-urn-airy-en" is the lil' word y'all 're lookin' for... Are y'all insultin' me?! Have y'all con-firmed yet?

Adam, who had no knowledge of JD's current situation, groaned as pr0 jumped at him. Another suprise attack. Adam ignited his lightsaber and parried pr0visorak's first swing, then shut it off and stepped back. "Come on!" I cried, obviously annoyed. pr0 grinned. He seemed to have made it his duty to disrupt Adam's peace every five seconds. "I've already fought you twice today," Adam pointed out, "and I haven't even had lunch." He turned around to Jim and asked, "We're heading to Trexxon's moon, right?" Jim nodded. Good, I thought, maybe I'll actually be able to get information out of him if I suprise him with my lightsaber. Adam had previously had a couple of run-ins with an informant named Malcolm Bruddith, who was commonly seen in Trexxon's surrounding area. Unfortunately, he would only give you information if you were willing to clean out your pockets or point your gun in a controversial area, which was very difficult due to Trexxon's strict laws concerning the privacy of others. But if Adam could corner him in a more rule-free enviornment, such as a bar, he might be able to learn something about Luun. Adam was ripped out of his train of thought as Oky reported JD's faint over the intercom. First post! . . . Sorry, but I had to say something like that.

You don' mess with the boies...

And to think he'd be even more impressive with only a pen.

Simple!