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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 5/31 9:28pm Subject: Making a life (Legacy-era, 134 years ABY) Nym, Tarkin, OCs UPDATE 6-26-08 Important notice! - Date Edited: 6/25 11:13pm (15 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	Title: Making a Life Author: zonzo Timeframe: 134 years ABY Characters: Rosac, Johnny, Nym, Becca Summary: After the Imperial invasion, Rosac and johnny form the RoIF, an organization dedicated to the removal of the empire from coruscant. original short story: Just shut up already Chapter one: The weapons shipment Oh crap, I’m late, Johnny thought to himself. He was supposed to have gotten the weapons supplies to the boss half an hour ago, but Nym insisted that they take a “shortcut”. “I should’ve never listened to you…” He sighed as the base entrance came into sight. After him and Rosac had started the RoIF, they had occupied Rosacs immense family hanger as their base of operations. “Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time!” Nym snarled, “And it wouldn’t have taken so long if you had locked everything up before we left! The Havoc can’t carry all that crap and still stay level if it isn’t secure!” Jeez, now I made him angry…, Johnny thought. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just wanted to get here sooner. The boss is gonna chew us out for this…” Rosac had a big temper as it was, and these weapons being late wouldn’t help. “That old man can bite me. He hardly does anything, and yet hes our so-called grand leader!” Nym and Rosac weren’t on the best terms. --- As the hanger door opened, Johnny was amazed at all the ships he saw. “Rosac is truly a persuasive man!” Johnny thought. He saw all manner of ships, from Correlian corvettes and gunships, to old tie fighters and interceptors. He even saw a squadron of new crossfire starfighters. It was Nym who broke the silence. “Damn! Not even the loc revenants had this many ships! Maybe the old man does know what he’s doin’”. As they touched down, Nym could see Rosac storming towards the ship. --- “What took you so kriffin’ long?!? “ Rosac asked, obviously angry. “Well, Nym here decided it woul-“, Johnny started, “We got held up.” Nym interrupted. “The imps tried to do a surprise search of the ship, but we lost em’.” “You’d better have! I’m not going to let the Empire find our base because you two idiots we messing around!” Rosac spat angrily. “You did get the shipments, right?” “Yeah boss, we got it.” Johnny said as he lifted the crates down the ramp. “By the way, who’s the wookie?” He asked, noticing the giant fur ball standing behind Rosac. “This is Becca,” Rosac explained, “she agreed to sell us a squadron of B-wing for a mighty fine price.” Becca then mumbled something in Shyriiwook that Johnny couldn’t understand. “Yes, and we will pay, plus interest.” Rosac replied. He seemed to have understood. This seemed to please the big wookie, and she strode away from them. “You two, come into the briefing room later, we’ve got some things to talk about.” Rosac said. --- As Rosac left the room, Nym turned to Johnny. “We’ve got some time to kill, wanna head down to the cantina?” Johnny hesitated “What if Nyna is there?” “Then try to avoid her. Man, I’ve never met a guy with so many women problems…” With that, they headed to the elevator. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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DaenaBenjen42 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/1 9:37am Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs
	Um... I like it, but why aren't you posting all of these to the same thread? Easier to follow the continuity that way. Plus, it looks like it's all the same story. -----signature----- "Say it with me now. Postcard. Zoo. Not. Shopping." master to jackyyy17, micky-nikki & Trimaj e-sis: BrightFeather & BrentusofGath All cats are leopards after dark.
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/1 9:44am Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs - Date Edited: 6/1 9:47am (1 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	DaenaBenjen42 posted: Um... I like it, but why aren't you posting all of these to the same thread? Easier to follow the continuity that way. Plus, it looks like it's all the same story. I felt that since it's a new story, It would make more sense to make a new thread for it. I'll put a link to the original in the first post, though. I'm working on a second chapter, so expect it by the end of the day. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/1 1:31pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs
	Update time! Lets hope this goes okay... ---- Chapter two: The big bad tavern I can’t stand the rain, Johnny thought. He didn’t even understand why it would rain on Coruscant. The weather control systems should be able to stop this. He felt especially bad for the people who lived down here in the undercity, as the rain would simply wash the grime around. On the news, imperial politicians preached about how they’ve cleaned up the undercity. They havn’t done anything. The streets are filled with the homeless, crime, and garbage. “Well, this is one of the reasons we’re here…” he said out loud. “What?” Nym asked, obviously perplexed as to why his friend would say something so random. “Um, nothing. Hey, there’s the tavern!” The “Big bad” tavern, as it was called, was an old structure, probably as old as the GA. Needless to say, it was in need of repair. The windows were cracked, the shingles were falling off, and it smelled like their might be gas leak nearby. The inside seemed to fair much better, with a pleasant scent that appealed to the senses. “Welcome, gentlemen,” a scruffy man behind the bar said, “to my fine establishment. Please, come sit down.” He said, gesturing to the seats in front of the bar.” What can I get you?” “The usual.” They both said in unison. “So, one corellian ale, heavy on the ale, and one Eyeblaster, right?” “Yeah!” Nym was obviously exited about his drink. “So, Felix, have you seen Nyna around?” Johnny didn’t see her here at the bar, but he was still interested in knowing where she was. “Oh yeah, she came in here with the rest of her squadron, oh I don’t know, an hour ago? They bought a few cases of tarisian ale, then left. I hope they don’t intend to drink it all themselves…” Felex replied.”I think they were heading back to the hanger.” “Alright, thanks Felix. Com’ on Nym, boss wanted to see us anyway.” “It can wait! I wanna finish my drink.” Nym replied angrily. “Can’t you finish it later?” Johnny pleaded. “I bought the damn thing, and I’ll finish it at my own pace! Why do we need to rush anyway? The old man said he’d call us.” -- By the time Nym had finished his drink, most of the patrons had already left, save a lone Devaronian in the corner. As they were getting up to leave, a trio of Trandoshans came walking in. “Hey, get out! Every time you three come in here, you trash my bar!” Felix yelled. “We go where we please, human. We come for drinks, and that’s what we’re going to get!” By now, Nym already had his hand to his gun.”The man told you to leave. Now, do it, before I get angry!” “Or what?” the lead trando asked mockingly. “What are you and this human going to do?” “I’ll turn you into a carpet, that’s what!” Nym yelled, pulling out his S-5 blaster pistol. “Go ahead Feeorin. Just try it!” He yelled, pulling out his weapon. “I’ll rip the tenticals off the back of your ugly blue head!” By now, Johnny and the other trandoshans had their weapons drawn and ready.“John, what’re they packing?” Nym whispered. Johnny studied the weapons in their hands “The leads got an ACP repeater… and the other two have ACP array guns… We can take’m!” The Trandohan on the left had obviously gotten board, so he charged at Nym, gun blazing. What happened next amazed Johnny. In an epic feat of strength, Nym grabbed the trando’s arm, wrenched it over his back, and used his own gun to blow a mighty big hole through the Trandoshans gut. The Trando seemed to have some strength in him still, as he was able to grab Nym by his tentacles and flip him over. Nym quickly regained control, however, slamming the trando down on his face. The other trandos could only watch as their comrades neck was snapped, and his body go limp. “Er, um, hey now… “The lead Trandoshan stammered “I think we’ll just leave! We don’t want any trouble!” And with that, they scurried out the door. -- “Sorry for the mess, Felix.” Nym said, tossing him a 50 credit chip. “No problem Nym. I just hope they don’t come back here again with attitudes like that!” Felix exclaimed. “Now, there’s the matter of your tab…” Felix started. “Can it wait another time?” Johnny asked, “We’ve got to get going.” “Alright, I’ll see you boys later then.” Just then, Nym’s comm. Chirped, “Nym, is Johnny with you? I’ve got an assignment.” -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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DaenaBenjen42 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/1 4:03pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08!
	Interested to see where you're taking this. Good post. -----signature----- "Say it with me now. Postcard. Zoo. Not. Shopping." master to jackyyy17, micky-nikki & Trimaj e-sis: BrightFeather & BrentusofGath All cats are leopards after dark.
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/1 4:29pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08!
	Wow, you seem to be my only reader. Oh well,there's nothing wrong with that. I should have another post by the end of today. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/1 10:15pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08! - Date Edited: 6/1 10:17pm (1 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	The next chapter is done, and I'll probably wait to post it until Tuesday. It's pretty good too, here's a teaser: It was around closing time when they came in. “Oh, hello!” Felix exclaimed, “I’m closing up, but I can still get you a few drinks…” He said, grabbing some freshly washed glasses from under the table. “Did you know the Feeorin who was in here earlier?” One of the men asked. “Oh, Nym? Yeah, he’s a good guy. Why?” The men looked at each other, then removed their hoods, revealing their heavily tattooed faces. “We need to… Talk.” -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/2 12:39pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08!
	“Well, this is one of the reasons we’re here…” he said out loud. “What?” Nym asked, obviously perplexed as to why his friend would say something so random. “Um, nothing. Hey, there’s the tavern!” He's up to something “Or what?” the lead trando asked mockingly. “What are you and this human going to do?” “I’ll turn you into a carpet, that’s what!” Nym yelled, pulling out his S-5 blaster pistol. “I’ll turn you into a carpet, that’s what!” Nym yelled, pulling out his S-5 blaster pistol. “Go ahead Feeorin. Just try it!” He yelled, pulling out his weapon. “I’ll rip the tenticals off the back of your ugly blue head!” Is this the same Nym from the Clone Wars?! In an epic feat of strength, Nym grabbed the trando’s arm, wrenched it over his back, and used his own gun to blow a mighty big hole through the Trandoshans gut. The Trando seemed to have some strength in him still, as he was able to grab Nym by his tentacles and flip him over. Nym quickly regained control, however, slamming the trando down on his face. The other trandos could only watch as their comrades neck was snapped, and his body go limp. Nice! Great fic, zonzo I really love the characters here, you've given them so much personality. Can't wait to find out more about their organization and Johnny's seeming fear of Nyna Looking forward to more -----signature----- FADA Therapist The Lands of the Dead: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28522077/p1/ Blood Trail: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28636429/p1 "We're Jedi, not assassins."— Anakin Solo
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/2 5:23pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08! - Date Edited: 6/2 5:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	He's up to something I think they might all have their own agenda, whether they say so or not. Is this the same Nym from the Clone Wars?! Yes, it is! I remember playing Jedi starfighter a ton on my PS2, and he seemed like a great character to put in my story. Great fic, zonzo I really love the characters here, you've given them so much personality. Can't wait to find out more about their organization and Johnny's seeming fear of Nyna Looking forward to more Thanks! I'll have the next post up in a few minuets. All right guys, the next post starts out a little slow, but it's the second half that really matters! -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/2 5:29pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/1/08! - Date Edited: 6/2 6:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	All right, here is is! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three: Old friends again By the time Nym and Johnny got to the briefing room, it was already full. Almost every squadron was present, as well as all the captains and officers from the corvettes and frigates. There were several murmurs going around, tough they quickly died down once Rosac and his second in command, Shrask Suun, a Geonosian. “Alright everyone, I’ve got some news.” This made everyone suddenly look forward. They rarely got news. “We’ve decided that, in order to maintain secrecy, we need to move our base of operations to another planet. Shrask and I have been in talks with the Geonosian government, and they’ve allowed us to use one of their moons as our base. I know this may come as a bit of a shock, but-“ “Of course this is a shock!” Yelled Gruss Travers, leader of Black angel squadron. “, What, did you expect us to just pack our bags, abandon our families, and follow you to Geonosis? You’re nuts!” “Yes, I expected as much…” Rosac sighed, “I don’t expect you all to blindly follow us, and I would understand if you decided to leave. If you don’t intend to come with us, leave now.” This announcement made several people leave the room, including Guss Travers, while others seemed only to get more exited. “Well, looks like we need a new black angel leader”, Johnny thought. “It’ll probably end up being Jeriha. He’s a good guy. Great pilot, too.” -- After everyone who was leaving left, Rosac went on. “Corusant just isn’t safe enough for us to maintain a base here anymore. We’re right in the heart of the empire, and Geonosis is far enough out of the way for us to remain hidden.” Rosac explained, “It doesn’t matter how you get there, just get there. Captain Stalin, Captain Russak, Nym, Johnny, and Geth squadron, I want to talk to you in private. Everyone else: Dismissed!” -- “Alright everyone, as you know, we’re very short on large ships. If we ever intend on doing anything but giving the empire bug bites, we’re going to need some heavy firepower. That’s where you come in.” “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” Nym moaned, but nonetheless paid attention. Rosac activated the holoprojector. “This,” he said, “Is the Fondor shipyards. The empire has been building a prototype cruiser called the “Reminiscent”.” From what Nym could see from his seat on the data file for the “Reminiscent”, it was quite the ship. “Well,” Nym thought, “What do we have here… 1010 meters long, 30 heavy turbolasers batteries, 25 turbolasers batteries, 40 ion cannons, 15 proton torpedo tubes, 5 tractor beams… Quite a ship indeed.” “That thing could take on a Scythe-class battlecruser!” One of the younger pilots from Geth squadron exclaimed. “Yes, which is one of the reasons we’re going to steal it! It just underwent completion, and it’s currently unmanned. Our plan is to send in a small strike team to man the bridge and get it out of there. Security should be pretty light, so you won’t have many problems getting on the ship. Any questions?” There were none, and the room soon emptied. -- The two ships the team was using were old imperial escort carriers, perfect for this mission thanks to their armaments and large hangers, which would be large enough to hold all of Geth squadron, as well as the Havoc. The pointed ships were old, but reliable. “Man, how am I going to fit this junk in here?” Johnny asked himself, staring at the crates he had tried, but failed, to fit into the Havoc’s cargo hold. “It’s like an unwinnable game of tetras…” He considered leaving some of the stuff behind, but he knew that would only make Nym angry. “Want some help?” Johnny’s head jerked back. Oh, man… Johnny thought. It was Nyna. Johnny had had a crush on Nyna since he had first met her. He often felt like the air around her was poison. The beautiful Falleen girl’s presence made him act like a complete idiot. “Er, What?” He had been too entranced with her voice to hear what she actually said. “I asked “Do you want some help?”.” Her voice is mesmerizing, Johnny thought. “Um, no, I’m fine.”He replied quickly. Too quickly. “Alright spaceman, I’ll see you later then.” She said. “Oh, okay…” Johnny felt like such an idiot. -- Wow, Nym thought, this could be the last time I’m ever going to be in this tavern. Nym had decided to get his last drink from Felix before he left. He’d miss this place. It had become a place of comfort for him the last 3 years, and Felix was one hell of a barkeep. “Hey, Felix, It looks like I’m leaving this planet. For good” Nym sighed,” So give me your best Eyeblaster.” “Where you headed?” Felix asked, obviously concerned,” I hate to lose my best costumer…” Nym contemplated this for a minute. He could trust Felix, right? “You can keep a secret, can’t you?” “Of course, Nym, I’m your bartender, you can tell me anything.” Felix assured him. “Well, we’re moving the base to Geonosis…” Nym started. “GEONO-!” Felix cut himself off, realizing he was talking too loud and people were staring. He leaned in closer, so he could whisper. ”What the hell are you guys doin that for? Nothing on Geonosis but a bunch’a bugs…” “Yeah, which is why we’re going there. The Geos have no love for the empire, and they’re letting us use one of their moons as a base.” Nym explained. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Now, how about that eyeblaster…” “Right! Hell, it’s on the house. I’ll even pay your tab for ya! Think of it as a going away present.” “Thanks, Felix. You’re a good guy” Nym said, wishing this wasn’t the last time he would see the man. “It’s my pleasure, Nym.” -- By the time Nym got back to the hanger, all the ships but the Carriers had left. He saw Johnny waving to him. “Where have you been?! We’re leavening right now!” “Alright, alright, calm down. I’ll get there when I get there. -- After everything had been loaded onto the Greying heart, the captain made one of his customary speeches. “This is Captain Anttilies speaking, and I’ll be your captain today. Please fasten all seatstraps, lock all trays in their upright and locked positions, lock up all the animals in the zoo, cancel the three ring circus, release all-“ His co-pilot stopped him. “You’re such an idiot sometimes…” “Oh, come on Boyde, where’s your sense of adventure? Just having a little fun.” “Let’s just get off the ground first, please?”Boyde pleaded. I can’t believe I got stuck with this idiot…, He thought. Why not someone who took their job seriously? “All right everyone, next stop: Fondor! -- It was around closing time when they came in. “Oh, hello!” Felix exclaimed, “I’m closing up, but I can still get you a few drinks…” He said, grabbing some freshly washed glasses from under the table. “Did you know the Feeorin who was in here earlier?” One of the men asked. “Oh, Nym? Yeah, he’s a good guy. Why?” The men looked at each other, then removed their hoods, revealing their heavily tattooed faces. “We need to… Talk.” ------------------------------------------- I'll be starting a PM list for all interested. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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DaenaBenjen42 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/2 6:21pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/2/08!
	raises hand PMs. "We need to... talk..." That was an evil cliffhanger... Well done and good post. -----signature----- "Say it with me now. Postcard. Zoo. Not. Shopping." master to jackyyy17, micky-nikki & Trimaj e-sis: BrightFeather & BrentusofGath All cats are leopards after dark.
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/2 6:34pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/2/08!
	raises hand PMs. Will do! That was an evil cliffhanger... Yeah, but it seemed appropriate . Well done and good post. Thanks! Anyone else interested in PMs, just tell me! Tell all your friends! /Advertisement -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/2 9:46pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated 6/2/08!
	Alright, this one is going to be a little shorter than last time. ------------------------------------- Chapter 4: Getting acquainted “Hey, pass me the hydrospaner, would ya?” Nym asked, getting annoyed with the lack of help he was getting from the Greying Heart’s mechanic. “Get it yourself, ya lazy bum!” The old Sullustan yelled back. “I’ve got enough trouble getting these ships from Geth squadron working, and I’m not going to waste my time getting you a kriffing hydrospaner!” What is this guys problem?, Nym thought, getting even more annoyed. “All you had to say was no, damn old man…” Nym muttered to himself, stepping down to pick up the hydrospanner. “Hey, Nym. What are you doing?” Johnny asked, popping his head out from around the corner. “What’s it look like I’m doing, I’m fixing the coolant pipe.” Nym answered angrily, still annoyed by the old Sullustan. “Want any help?” “Yeah, sure. Hand me that hydrospaner, will ya…?” Just then, the door to hanger opened, and the room was full of laughter. It was Geth squadron, the cockiest, the brashest, and the best starfighter squadron in the RoIF. “Hey Johnny, do you know any of these guys?” Nym asked, becoming even more annoyed than he already was with all the noise. “Oh, yeah, I know most of them.” Johnny replied. He then proceeded to list the names and positions of all the Geth pilots. The one on the far right, he explained, was Rancha Ordo, a Mandalorian. He didn’t know much about him, but he was a fair pilot. Shysa Wyde was a pilot from Chandrila, who joined with the RoIF after her father and mother were killed at the battle of Cammas, quickly rising in the ranks. Nyna was a Falleen from Corusacant, who joined up original as an engineer, but soon found a love for flying. She was the newest member of the team, having joined up only a few months ago. The leader of Geth squadron was a man named Devan Klivian. He was a true veteran, with over 30 years behind the cockpit. The RoIF had been very lucky to him up. Sara was a Selkath from mannan, who flew the bomber for the squadron. Farnox Rha’zi was a Verpine from Slayn, one of the asteroind planets of the verpine. He was the joker of the group, often lightening the mood during bleak situations. “That about covers it.” Johnny said, feeling quite proud of himself. “How are you two doing? Ready for the mission?” Commander Klivian asked, walking over to the odd pair. “Yeah, we’re ready.” Nym answered. “The question is, are you and your squad?” “We’re always ready.” “Good, then there’s nothing we need to talk about.” Nym said sternly. “C’mon, Johnny, let’s go.” “What about fixing that coolant line…?” Johnny asked, before getting cut off. “It can wait.” And with that, they left the hanger. -- It was around lunch time, and Johnny was eating in the galley when Nyna decided to come sit down next to him. “Hi, John.” Nyna said with her elegant voice. Okay Johnny, use your head. ”Oh, hi Nyna.” “What’re you eating?” Nyna asked, interested in what he was eating. “The cook made some fantastic bantha burgers…” “Oh, I love bantha burgers!” Nyna exclaimed. “Hey, there’s Rancha. I’m sure he’ll let me have some of his.” “I’ll let you have some of mine, if you want.” Johnny said, almost pleadingly. “That’s okay, I wouldn’t take anything from you, John. “And with that, she glided off toward the mandalorian. “Um, alright…” For the second time in 24 hours, Johnny felt like an idiot. -- “So, has the old man given us what we want?” The large tattooed man asked. “No, but his will is weakening…” the other tattooed man started. “Arrgg!!! Why does our lord give us such… Unworthy tasks? We are sith! We should be meeting our enemy head on some battlefield, not interrogating barkeeps!” “Calm down, brother. We do as our lord commands. Our time will come…” the other man assured. “Of course, of course… Can you finish up here?” The large man asked. “Yes.” “I’ll go back to the temple. Once you get the information from the old man… Kill him.” “It will be done…” the other sith man assured as his brother left the tavern. “Your arrogance and laziness will be your undoing, my old friend…” The sith told himself as he entered the interrogation room. “As for you, old man, I think it is time we discussed the location of the hidden rebel base…” -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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DaenaBenjen42 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/3 10:41pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated twice today 5/2/08 - Date Edited: 6/4 10:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DaenaBenjen42
	“Um, alright…” For the second time in 24 hours, Johnny felt like an idiot. Liked that. Not saying why... Good post. -----signature----- "Say it with me now. Postcard. Zoo. Not. Shopping." master to jackyyy17, micky-nikki & Trimaj e-sis: BrightFeather & BrentusofGath All cats are leopards after dark.
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/5 8:19pm Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated twice today 5/2/08
	Alright, I'll try to get an update in by tonight or saterday. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 6/6 12:14am Subject: RE: Making a life (Post Sith-imperial war, 134 years ABY) Nym, OCs Updated twice today 5/2/08
	Sorry I'm late “That thing could take on a Scythe-class battlecruser!” One of the younger pilots from Geth squadron exclaimed. Coolness “Man, how am I going to fit this junk in here?” Johnny asked himself, staring at the crates he had tried, but failed, to fit into the Havoc’s cargo hold. “It’s like an unwinnable game of tetras…” “Hey, Felix, It looks like I’m leaving this planet. For good” Nym sighed,” So give me your best Eyeblaster.” “Where you headed?” Felix asked, obviously concerned,” I hate to lose my best costumer…” Nym contemplated this for a minute. He could trust Felix, right? I've got a bad feeling about this... “This is Captain Anttilies speaking, and I’ll be your captain today. Please fasten all seatstraps, lock all trays in their upright and locked positions, lock up all the animals in the zoo, cancel the three ring circus, release all-“ His co-pilot stopped him. “You’re such an idiot sometimes…” It was around closing time when they came in. “Oh, hello!” Felix exclaimed, “I’m closing up, but I can still get you a few drinks…” He said, grabbing some freshly washed glasses from under the table. “Did you know the Feeorin who was in here earlier?” One of the men asked. “Oh, Nym? Yeah, he’s a good guy. Why?” The men looked at each other, then removed their hoods, revealing their heavily tattooed faces. “We need to… Talk.” I knew that was a bad move Sara was a Selkath from mannan, who flew the bomber for the squadron. Cool, don't see Selkath everyday “Oh, I love bantha burgers!” Nyna exclaimed. “Hey, there’s Rancha. I’m sure he’ll let me have some of his.” “I’ll let you have some of mine, if you want.” Johnny said, almost pleadingly. I bet he will... “That’s okay, I wouldn’t take anything from you, John. “And with that, she glided off toward the mandalorian. “Um, alright…” For the second time in 24 hours, Johnny felt like an idiot. Ouch! “It will be done…” the other sith man assured as his brother left the tavern. “Your arrogance and laziness will be your undoing, my old friend…” The sith told himself as he entered the interrogation room. Sith, always plotting against each other shakes head Great posts, zonzo Really enjoying the interaction between all the characters. Can you PM me when you update? I'd really appreciate it. Looking forward to more -----signature----- FADA Therapist The Lands of the Dead: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28522077/p1/ Blood Trail: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28636429/p1 "We're Jedi, not assassins."— Anakin Solo
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