the guy that was nicknamed 'need help' pulled out two lightsaber, both double bladed, On that moment, chairs dropped on the floor, sceintests were running away with there simple blaster rifles, untill echoman and gothicx came in. He need to kill them, but they helped him out really well, what was he suposed to do, Kill them...

Need help: please get out of my way.
gothicx: we cannot!!!

They both had lightsabers, but they firs pulled out concussion rifle's

Need help: WHY?!?!
gothicx: an experiment, get out of our way!

Need help ducked away for the two energy-bolts comming at him

(not a part of the story) the meaning of this story is that need help and gothicx and echoman are living till the final fight...who is writing the next part

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Not me!

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NSP: I'm judging by the post above mine that he has no idea what's going on. j00 lose.

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Well...

"Get them! Schnell! Schnell!" commanded the lead scientist of the group. A dark mask covered his tormented and burned face after years of unsucessful experiments he conducted. He wore a dark shadowy uniform with gloves stained with residue. Down to his grimy gray boots, the man stood tall. His eyes, almost emotionless white orbs, were clearly seen. On his left arm held a banner of an armed force once proud but now almost all gone. Rested in his hands was a Concussion Rifle. The luminous surface of the gun contrasted deeply from the man's gloomy outfit. The sound of the energy stirring within the cold body of the weapon hummed in the dark room.

Behind the lead scientist was a small crowd composed of other scientist members. All of them were grasping their own standard blaster rifles in their hands as they stood carefully watching. On their impassive faces held gas masks to prevent more toxins from entering their already corrupted bodies. These scientents all wore pale shades of gray. When they heard the commands of their leader, they began to attack.

As a sword of light, Echoman used his lightsaber to defend and punish those who gave opposition to him. Any enemy that faced him was soon lacerated and dismembered by the sword from his might, and any attack that was toward him was quickly neutralized. The blaster shots that flew toward Echoman were deflected like light on a mirror. The team of scientists were soon disarmed and exterminated. Many of them sleep forever on the flat ground with their uniforms torn and bodies broken. Echoman, who was calm, pulled out the blade of his lightsaber from the warm corpse of his last slained enemy and stood up to see a dark figure standing a few feet in front of him. It was the lead scientist. The anger was generating behind the man's blank mask as he just witnessed the final fall of his men.

Unlike the other scientists, this man was highly trained. With the powerful yet elegant Concussion Rifle, he was a person who used his skills to cut down any who fought him. He had a relaxed stance but was ready. Echoman gripped his lightsaber for he knew from his instincts that this scientist posed a greater threat...




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Quikly while concentrating his force on speed Echoman was getting behind the sceintest, and was trying to kill the sceintest with a swift backstab, it missed and it make a hole in the box behind him. Quickly the sceintest shooted on Gothicx and Need help, they were in a heavy fight with all the tricks they had. Quickly he too targeted all his force on speed and he was getting in a fight with Echoman. Bolts that were flying around like rain. The swift attacks of Echoman all missed. You only can see them sometime, a shadow, or when they were stopping for a little time. Then Echoman try'd a DFA, it missed and cutted trough a box with bottle's.

Gothicx blocked the attack with style, but Need help quickly tryd a spinning kata with his two saber staffs. He cutted through the long cape that he was wearing... Gothicx try'd a saber throw, wuickly followd by a frontal attack. It was an attack with style, a deadly style, they were both traind on the massassi temple by good jedi's, need help too trained with tavion before she was killed by Jaden. Gothicx trained long, 24 hours a day, and 6 days in a week with luke... But the fight was continuing. Too bad, Need help was giving everything he got, but he wasnt winning, on the contrary, he was losing. Goticx was stronger then him. He escaped and throwed a thermal dentonater behind him. The passage was sealed.

But the fight was continuing between Echoman and the sceintest, Gothicx screamd: "He has escaped, im going to help you."
"NO!," was the answer. "This is a case of honor"
"WHY???"

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Ummm...

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Suddenly, Thrawn42689 appeared and killed need help in a gruesome fashion, bringing a much-wanted end to the fight.

Ahnuld gropes.

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I’m not going to die, I’m going to see if I was ever alive. - Spike
It's not your right to decide whether they live or die. They deserve a chance! - Vash
BABIES EVERYWHERE!!!

And what about the fight between echoman and the sceintest

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Then suddenly, the scientist suffered a fatal heart attack.

Scientist: Urk.

The thread was no more. The peace in the ISB could continue.

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