Knights Of The Old Republic Console Commands Novels & Stories

Mercenaries scrambled frantically for their anti-air ballistae, while alarms howled like dying beasts across the volcanic cliffs! WOOOOOOOO-WOOOOOOOO! "WHAT IS THAT THING?!" a pirate commander screamed through a bullhorn, pointing upward in absolute, wide-eyed terror. "IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!" "Target their weapon emplacements with non-lethal kinetic shock-bursts, Leo," I ordered calmly. "Preserve the main structure for asset recovery." "Executing sub-orbital pulse," Leo responded, pressing a red crystal key on his console. BOOOOOOOOOOM-CRACKLE!

A man in tactical gear—Kael—dropped down, his rifle raised. "Drop the weapon!" Kael roared, his laser sight dancing over Aris’s chest. Aris didn't hesitate. He slammed the input key, entering the sequence, his eyes locked on Nikos. A blinding, violet wave of energy erupted from the console. It washed over the room, knocking Kael off his feet and pinning him against the wall. Aris was thrown backward, crashing into the bulkhead as the entire vault began to scream with the sound of collapsing power lines.

His hand grabbed the head and separated the head from the body. Vincent panted heavily after forcing himself to return to his human form. Sweats rolled down his naked body. One leg was pressing the dead commander’s corpse to the ground while his right hand held the head. Just as he expected, the Commander’s human appearance reverted to the original form. The original Knights of Death were just an army of walking skeletons. Their skeletons were wrapped with magic that made them able to move around and imitate the actions of a living person.

'Effective,' he muttered, the word barely audible over the fading echo. Kai lingered a few paces back, arms crossed over his chest, his own gear in place. He was Ronan's beta in more ways than one, loyal enforcer, sharp tactician, and the only one who could call the alpha on his bullshit without losing a limb. Kai picked up another rifle from the rack, a variant with an extended magazine, and handed it over. 'Try this one. Smoother feed mechanism.' Ronan took it, nodding absently as he reloaded. But before he fired, he turned, pulling off his ear protection. 'Has the shipment left the port yet?'

On the left are tiles: Campaign, Expedition, Open World Conquest, Quickplay Multiplayer, Private Estate, Guilds and Leaderboards. At the bottom of the tiles, a simple name catches Mrs. Lapuz’s eye: Ecto. Mrs. Lapuz clicks the name and the screen gets divided into two: on the left is Alliance Chat and on the right Global Chat. The Alliance Chat tab is highlighted and Mrs. Lapuz can see a thread of chats on it. Oddly enough, only chats from one user (Ecto) are there, in what appears to be a monologue. | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]

I typed the manual disconnect command on instinct, my finger slipping against the cold edge of the mechanical keys. I hit enter. Only after the key clicked did my mind register the typo. Instead of a clean, green exit confirmation, the monitor erupted in a sudden, bright flash of red. WARNING: DISCONNECT FAILED. SECURE REMOTE BRIDGE ACTIVE. My fingers froze on the keys, my chest going tight. I hadn't shut down the link. Because my hand had shaken, I had accidentally opened a direct, unsecured network connection between Killian's master console and Thatcher's servers. The auction was in forty-eight hours.

The sound was low, constant—a hum that felt alive. Adrian approached the console beside it. The interface flickered to life, his old logo flashing for a moment before collapsing into static. KNIGHT SYSTEMS // ACCESS DENIED He cursed under his breath and typed a new override. The screen glitched again, then steadied. A cascade of data scrolled past, unreadable symbols and fragments of code—and in the middle of it, one phrase repeated over and over: SOVEREIGN IS AWAKE SOVEREIGN IS AWAKE SOVEREIGN IS AWAKE

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”

Eleanor curses harshly under his breath in Italian, "Should better know when to stop." "I agree with Lincoln." Logan appears from behind with a drink in his hand. "The guys will take care of this one." The smug bastard smirks and hands me the glass, making me ground my teeth as him pulling me to his side after swatting Eleanor's hand away from my shoulder. "You should go to her side and save her day before others ruin it for both of you." Glancing at Logan, Eleanor warns him, "Don't let him drink too much." And then he stalks off, leaving me pissed and sulking.

Then, on his last jump, he raised his hand as a signal of silence. “Tonight, we will be witnessing another legendary combat. We have… The Mist! And… The Knights!” I looked behind me as our team was called and saw the guys getting ready. Though I felt disappointed of Ace’s absence, I had to participate as the leader. “I see three cards tonight. The Knights seem to have a few members missing.” The MC noticed. “Three will be enough.” Queen said with confidence.