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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 3/28 1:20pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	GM OOC: Apadamek, I still need you to post your sheet. Good responses, guys. Of Robyn Thulls on Corbos Robyn took her seat. She made sure not to smile, only nodding. Her curved neck twitched and she shifted uncomfortably. Once she was situated, Robyn returned the Rodian’s salutations. She maintained the Rodese tongue, expertly translating her words. “Thank you, very much. I am sure I know of your intents, but I am curious as to how you came to know my name.” Robyn hoped that her show of mastery of the Rodian’s speech, would impress the male. Robyn relaxed, a bit, and leaned away from the table. Underneath it, her hand had left the handle of her hold-out blaster. Tag - Endor --- Of Fargho on Coruscant The men with blasters, held. They didn’t stray, as they were trained for this type of enemy. Sisal had been growing more and more paranoid. He had recently began setting up guards, to watch his home, as he slept. It turned out to be a necessary precaution. It was true, that blasters would have no effect on Feru, but the other men weren’t afraid. They knew something that Dorn, did not. Sitting around the corner, was a Cathar. A very dangerous Cathar called Fargho, and Fargho had just been woken up. From behind the wall, came the massive feline. His face spoke undeniable rage and in his colossal hands, was a vibrosword, resistant to lightsaber and razor sharp. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and roared. “I will stop you.” Fargho leaped forward, he sword held aloft in one hand, seemingly weightless in his powerful grip. The room was large enough for his blows to swing full. His first came like lightning at Feru’s head. Tag - MandalorianLegecy --- Of Kyluh Donn on Ossus Kyluh winked at the Mon Calamari youth. She was a good healer and a good person, one with whom, Kyluh enjoyed making conversation. He nodded and motioned for her to walk with him. He set off at a leisurely pace, making his way back through the gardens. The Ossus greenery was one of Kyluh’s favorite places in the Order. They represented the best of life, without it’s complications. He found little fault in the lives of flora. His eyes scanned the flowers as he spoke. “Are you discontent, with your surroundings? Be truthful, now. I can tell when you lie, Padawan Trasii.” Tag - Endor --- Of Gael the Hutt on Ylesia Gael laughed when the Bothan entered the throne room, through the primary entrance. He had been expecting a different way in. This seemed so easy, like a cop-out, but just as gutsy as always. That was what he liked about Deuce. He was always performing daring kriffing feats, leaping from speeders and such. He spoke lightly in Basic. “That was unexpected. I had you penned for a roof man. I was thinking more like an explosion blows debris all over this room, and while my men are still shocked from the blast, you put a gun to my head. Now that would have been a beautiful entrance.” Gael slid slowly over to Vo’sark. He leaned over and sniffed. He smelled alright, if a bit musty. Gael looked over his weapons. They looked right, as well. And, he saw no annoying lightsaber hilt. He hated the old Jedi, turned bounty hunter routine. It was getting entirely old and it only took one well-placed sniper bolt to completely obliterate them. But, Gael knew. He knew that it took natural skill to succeed as a hunter, especially in the present era. An instinctive bounty hunter would be able to sense a sniper from a mile away. He could kill them wit ha blaster pistol, too. That was what Deuce could do. “Alright, let the kid up.” He let Deuce be lifted to his feet and watched him dust himself off. Gael turned his back and slid back to his seat. When he was perched, he turned around. His face had lost it’s former shade of amusement, suddenly he was completely serious and all business. So was the way, with Gael the Hutt. His moods swung constantly, never fully halting on one singular emotion. “You passed the first test, which is get into my home. You know, if you would’ve came through the front door, I would’ve had you killed. I’m glad you decided against it. Such a waste of potential. So, you know I have a job for you, I'm sure. What do you think? You willing to accept?” Tag - Ziantor --- Of Darth Ziantor’s Master on Shola The voice that echoed all around was slightly annoyed. It had a reprimanding tone, one that suggested that Ziantor was, for the second time in his life, just a boy. The droid twitched and sparked under the it‘s protective shield. “That is why I always beat you at Chess, my apprentice. You lack the right amount of patience to truly study the field. It is not a quick process, reinventing ourselves into the Galaxy. There are subtle maneuvers that need completion, first. You need to understand that, before you can take my place.” The voice whistled. It grew to a whisper, one barely heard over the noise of the planet. “Your time will come, my son. But, first, you need to do something.” Loudly now, the master spoke again. “The droid there, has data on it’s memory. Take it. I want you to send it to Kyluh Donn. That grizzled old Jedi will love what that memory disk is going to relay. The Galactic Confederation is split, the two factions are at ends, and the first conflict is going to happen at the coordinates, on an astrogation map, located in that droid’s head.” The voice disappeared, leaving Ziantor alone, magma hissing angrily around him. Tag - Ziantor --- Of Dia Lynn and Wesley Hunt on Skylight Station near Alsakan Dia Lynn snorted at the insolence of the Aqualish. He had to be new, with that attitude. Both the officers had their guns pointed at the thug. Wesley Hunt shook his head. “Don’t make me take you in, now. You should learn how it works around here, before you go making demands. I’m Wesley and this Dia, we are your official welcome party.” Dia smirked in the background, as Wesley moved closer to the Aqualish. He turned a chair around, so he it’s back was facing Elzar. He leaned forward. “So, what goes on, is you pay us, we don’t turn you in to the Galactic Feds. I know you are new, so you might not know about our deal, but don’t worry your thick little skull of yours. Every time you make a big sale, just expect us to be here.” Dia walked up next to Wesley. She laid her hand on the Zelosian’s shoulder. Her voice came out sweet, with a slightly hint of steel. “But, since we are here now, don’t let us go without a consolation prize.” Both, peacekeepers looked at the Aqualish expectantly. Their eyes were menacing, barely hidden, behind faux smiles. Tag - Apadamek --- Of Der Fenn on Balmorra The group of Colicoids glanced warily at each other. This human was obviously crazy. Plus, the fact that he was human made them anxious. They had been told that all humans were wiped out. Der Fenn, the leader of the group narrowed his eyes. The human took a long time to answer, it made Der wonder if he was composing a lie. When his answer did come, it was dodgy and Der was further confused. Why had the human avoided his question? His eyes glanced over the small man, he slightly recognized the robes. When his beady eyes found the glinting hilt on his waist, he snarled. “He’s a Jedi, attack!” It was a foolish move, but Der Fenn had never been prided by intelligence. It seemed that one of the Colicoids under him, realized that, because they scurried back. Rolling into a ball, the insect fled. The other three, with blasters in hand, fired bolts at the man. Tag - Sephy --- Of Kal on Axxila Kal’s breathing was haggard. He’d been running for a mile, not once had he looked back. He hoped that his speed was enough to distance himself from his attackers. But, he was exhausted. Suddenly, he felt himself hitting something solid, he realized, after hitting the ground, it was a Twi’lek. When he was picked up, Kal staggered. His face drooped, as he tried to answer. Kal hoped that this black alien would help him. “I was… my family… killed…” That was all that Kal could say, before he sagged. He fell into the man, again. His vision clouded over. Tag - Mister_Master -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 3/29 6:35pm Subject: RE: Genocide - Date Edited: 3/29 6:37pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mister_Master
	OOC: my next post will be late due to problems with the internet. Just giving you a heads up. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 3/30 10:18pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	IC: Freeman Bors Balmorra Fighting with the Force must always be strange when narrated to a non-Force-sensitive. My lightsaber was in my hands immediately. It cast a sickly yellow glow on the dusty deserted planet. Red blaster bolts were bouncing harmlessly off of it. Independently of my mind, the blade was jumping to meet them and bat them back at my enemies. And I was still trapped in my thoughts, infinitely pondering existence. If the Force were to fail me, my existence would be wiped out. If a blaster bolt hit one of the Collicoids, they would cease to exist. Except matter is never created nor destroyed, so no one would be ceasing to exist, they would simply be matter without life. Dead lumps of carbon. And alive, we are only living lumps of carbon, so do we really exist while alive... Tag: GM -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 3/31 2:36pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	Of Der Fenn on Balmorra Despite the apparent wanderings of Freeman Bors mind, what combat prowess he had once had, was not yet deserting him. Even in his damaged state, he was able to kill the three Colicoids without difficulty. Their mutations were not enough to save them. In his absence of mind, Freeman's body did the work. It twirled and spun, creating a whirlwind of yellow. One Colicoid lay with three blaster wounds to it’s abdomen, while the other two were cut up; an arm lay here and two legs there. Der Fenn fell backwards in pain, his last breath coming to him. He was stubborn up to it. His final words were a curse upon all Jedi. They were unintelligible, however, as blood erupted from his mouth, causing the speech to be swallowed by gurgling. Der Fenn’s last sight, served only as an affirmation of his life’s prejudices. The Jedi stood disregarding, to the death he had caused. Tag - Sephy -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 3/31 9:47pm Subject: RE: Genocide - Date Edited: 3/31 9:50pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Mister_Master
	OOC: My computer is having problems with the RP so until I get it fixed I will have to cut my posts in half. IC:Zhul'Jin As the kid tried to stand, Zhul'Jin could tell how tired he was. He watched as the kid tried to speak. "I was... my family... Killed..." The kid said just before he fell, Zhul'Jin caught him and yelled back into the ship. "2-1T get down here." He called to his droid. "Yes Master." came the reply. The droid came running down the ramp, and stopped when he saw the boy. "Stop starring a him, and get over here you bucket of bolts." He said while taking the boys pulse. Too be continued: -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 3/31 9:50pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	Here is the rest: "Master please don't insult me, I do my best to be a nurse." Came the droids reply as he laid out a stretcher. "I'm only as good as you make me, so if I'm stupid its not my fault." Zhul'Jin couldn't believe this, theres a kid needing medical attention, and his medical droid is complaining about not being smart enough. "What is this galaxy coming to" he thought as they put the child on the stretcher, and took him to the medbay of the ship. Tag:Nick -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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Apadamek Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 4/2 10:24am Subject: RE: Genocide
	1. Name: Elzar Suars 2. Species: Aqualish 3. Gender: Male 4. Personality: Elzar is down to earth and brutal. He is coarse and unsophisticated despite a deep set desire to become so, he attempts to use his money to cover this up. 5. Back-story: Born in the lower parts of Nar Shaada Elzar Suars had a destiny. He was going to be a thug and die young, its what happened to most of his family and the few that lived past their twenties had kids and died at their thirties. Elzar never liked the thought of this fate but he couldn't do much about it, he grew bulky and strong like his brothers and scored badly in school, dropped out and was on the streets with his brothers. But he was more internally stronger, not smart but Elzar had a knack for knowing what not to touch and what to sell. These street smarts helped him stay alive and safe from the various means which terminated his family. He joined a small organization which peddled spice and slowly made his way up, when the humans started to die his simple mind had an idea. Passing it along through the addicts he knew he let on that there might just be a cure on a old very spiritual planet and only Elzar knew the co-ordinates. People flocked, Elzar of course simply killed the desperate humans and made off with their credits giving him a new form of cash flow. This has allowed him to raise his rank in the crime world. 6. Personal Effects: Blaster Pistol, variety of credits, spice pouch. 7. Home World: Nar Shaada 8. Physical Appearance: 9. Affiliation: Crime 10. Other: Elzar always keeps a small pouch of spice to market out, but it has another purpose. He often uses the spice when interrogating or to get addicts on the streets to help him if something bad happens.)) Elzar Suars Who did these people think they were? they ordered him around? this was his station. He laid a large hand down on the desk, the other still pointing the blaster at the two. "Well then, i suppose i'll just have to pay. How much?" Elzar didn't like this whole, hint business. Not that he planned to lose the credits, once those two were gone he'd grab some thugs and have them fall prey to a terrible malfunctioning airlock on their ship. He smiled at his brilliance. "So! how much?!" Tag: Nick
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Burning_Endor Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/2 10:36am Subject: RE: Genocide
	OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. Of Naer the Shy on Corbos The Ithorian managed to speak in fluent Rodese, hardly a small feat. Maybe she wasn't quite as weak as he had thought. However, she was still the perfect target for his plans… “I’m sure you will understand that, due to reasons best left unmentioned, it is best that I leave my contacts names out of the picture. However, suffice to say that… a friend of mine knows of you and your accomplishments… But before we begin to speak of business, let us have a drink. On me, of course.” Before the Ithorian could answer, Naer motioned for the service ‘droid to come over to his booth. The ‘droid in question moved very awkwardly and its gears whirred with a need of a good cleaning. It was strange that such a well-kept Cantina had such horrid service ‘droids. “I’ll have an Icefire, and you will have?” he said looking over at Robyn. Tag - Nick Of Trasii Yelnar on Ossus Trasii pondered the question. Despite the beauty of the gardens on Ossus, there was something missing; water. She yearned for the endless seas of the ocean world, Manaan. She ached for the cool brush of the currents and for the small fish in the sea to caress her with compassion. She missed it nearly too much to bear. “Master… the gardens are beautiful here but… they lack…” She tried thinking of a way to put it; after all, the Master was hardly Mon Calamari. “They lack the wonder and splendor of the ocean. I... guess I miss the ocean. Miss Manaan.” She didn’t bother to add, But most of all... I miss my Master. Tag - Nick -----signature----- Vita est nex. Nex est licentia. Proud Member of the Game Designer's Guild
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Darth_Ziantor Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 4/3 3:25pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	IC: Saret "Deuce" Vo'sark Saret looked up at the Hutt crime boss from his position on the floor. He quickly flipped himself up to his feet, a small feat that he used to further display his agility. "As you'll notice, my lord, not a single one of your guards has been killed. They have all been neatly incapacitated, either stunned with a blaster or knocked unconscious with coma gas. I understand how hard it is to find loyal guards these days. You're a very powerful figure, and have many enemies. I know it must be hard to find new guards. This saves you precious time from interviewing potential assassins. Also, I have caused minimal damage to your mansion. While blowing a hole through the roof and holding a blaster to your head is flashy, it's also very costly. There's always the chance that your employer will take the cost of damages out of your bill. This way, my fee isn't diminished, you don't have to replace your guards, and you don't have to spend money on repairs. I believe, my lord, that you'll find that my entrance, while not as flashy, is much more subtle and careful, something I believe you can appreciate. I take my job very seriously, and don't go in for the flash that other bounty hunters do. That's how you end up dead." Saret watched the Hutt lord. He had hoped not to insult the gangster. It was true that Deuce was good, but even he couldn't take on an entire private army and win. "So about this job you want done... Who's the target? If you know my name, you know that I only take the tough assignments. Any bounty hunter can bring in a convicted Weequay. This one is obviously a tough assignment, or you wouldn't have contacted me. So who's the mark?" TAG: GM --- IC: Ziantor Ziantor stepped forward to eject the memory disk from the back of the droid's head. Fingering the disk, he slowly walked back towards his ship, Horned Fury. The modified Predator-class fighter took off from Shola's ashy surface and soared into the atmosphere. A short trip through hyperspace brought him back to Corellia. Landing on the surface, Ziantor made his way towards his apartments in Coronet City. Ziantor's master insisted that he keep multiple residences, as a precaution, in case he was ever discovered. The apartment on Corellia had the most up-to-date technology for reading and encrypting data. Ziantor slipped the memory disk into the reader. It quickly scanned the disk, and the coordinates popped up onto the screen. Ziantor copied the coordinates, then drafted a letter to Kyluh Donn, a Jedi Master. The letter relayed information of the Derringer Enlightened fleet conducting war game exercises at this location. It would be an easy task for the Kiel Revolt to smash the group, as they would wargaming with low-powered weapons. Ziantor sealed the message and encrypted it. Going down the block to the nearest Holonet terminal, he sent the message. It would bounce off five different relays before being sent to the Jedi, and if they investigated the source, they would find that it had been sent from Adumar. Ziantor's Master was clever. The Jedi had no idea that they were being played. TAG: GM -----signature----- Jacen Solo isn't a Sith... Sure, he's got the Sith name... But that doesn't make him a Sith
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/3 10:49pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	IC: Freeman Bors Balmorra This time it was the snap-hiss of my lightsaber deactivating that brought me back to reality. Several Collicoids lay dead on the ground around me. Burned by their own blasters. Self-destruction whilst attempting to gain some petty monetary reward or to enforce a phobicratic rule over a swath of dying wasteland. Truly an effective analogy for the sentient condition. Those who fight against the self-destructive current, those who would protect others from their own blind greed. We are constantly consumed. How to persevere? Joining the self-destructive masses results in death. Opposing them, controlling them, defending them, all result in death at their hands. Society, the means by which a plurality of beings maintain the structure that allows their wealth to hold meaning, is created whenever multiple beings come together. Society breeds self-destruction. Solitude preserves the being but prevents the continuity of the species. What of a sentient who abandons all while the Galaxy consumes itself? When he is the last man, what has his asceticism won him? He ends up nothing like all his dead peers, just later. Are the last decades spent in somber solitude or gloating at your wisdom while observing the morbid vistas of the empty Galaxy worth the cost of knowing that your survival is fleeting and hollow? In one of few decisions made relatively easily these days, it occurs to me that there is only one acceptable solution. One answer to all the riddles. One course of action. The one which has been drilled into my brain since the beginning: The Jedi Way. Joining the self-destruction and running from it will accomplish nothing. I must struggle against the current. The river of life in the Galaxy is rushing towards a billion billion-kilometer cascade, and I must save as many as possible. If I can build a dam which saves even one drop from oblivion, I can rejoin the Force in peace. I was now sitting in the cockpit of There Is No Chaos. My fingers danced over the instruments, allowing the Force to guide me to my next deed, to the first brick in my dam... Tag: Nick -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 4/8 3:21pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	OOC: Sorry for the OOC but I had too ask, Are we still playing this? -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Jedi Knight in the SWC New Jedi Trials / Minister of War in the SWC Rebel Alliance Droid Senator of the EUC droid fanclub Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. PillowMania: The irisistable urge to whack people with pillows.
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/8 3:47pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	GM OOC: Doubtless. I apologize for the wait. I'll try to have the update up by tommorow. -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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MandalorianLegecy Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/8 4:55pm Subject: RE: Genocide - Date Edited: 4/8 4:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: MandalorianLegecy
	IC: Feru Dorn Coruscant Feru watched the cat lunge toward him, as he rolled out of the way, blocking blaster fire. He stood and ran toward the door being blocked by the feline menace. His only chance was the window, but was it worth it. Feru knew he could take the men, but not the cat. “Not today, you won’t” Feru said to the feline. Feru ran towards the window, jumping into the soon to be shattered glass. As he broke through the glass he used a automatic pilot on his ship to find, and return to him. After minutes of falling a ship lowered under him. Feru slowly adjusted himself in a standing position, landing on his ship. He moved toward the hatch that was opening as he got closer. He slipped inside and closed the hatch. Feru took off auto-pilot and zoomed toward his hideout. “I’m not done with you Sisal, on your way out of the planet, I’ll be there”, Feru told himself, “You can count on it”. Tag: Nick -----signature----- Apprentice to SilverFighter Writer, Artist, and RPer - - See more in Profile
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Burning_Endor Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/10 5:48pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	OOC: Nick: 'Tomorrow' is today's yesterday. -----signature----- Vita est nex. Nex est licentia. Proud Member of the Game Designer's Guild
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/10 6:31pm Subject: RE: Genocide
	GM OOC: So it is, Endor, so it is. It’s no matter, here is one overdue update. Ziantor: About the character of the same name, I shall send a PM. I hadn’t realized you would take it so far. I can't imagine I could have missed anyone, but if I have, shoot me a PM. Of Kal on Axxila Kal’s body was covered in small cuts. None of them were deep, but all would leave scars. He hosted a broken arm, along with a torn tentacle. His deepest injury was under the surface. Medical treatment would not heal his last wound, only self-medication. He would have to overcome the trauma. The readings would show the physical exhaustion of the boy. He was still breathing hard, yet it was slowing. It showed his endurance and ability to overcome pain. Kal burst awake, as he lay on the medical table. His eyes were frantic, searching for some invisible demon. Tag - M_M --- Of Dia Lynn and Wesley Hunt on Skylight Station near Alsakan Dia glanced over at Wesley. He shook his head and she stepped forward. She touched the desk that Elzar Suars was sitting behind. Her fingers traced a circle and she leaned farther forward. “For now, 200 creds each, will do. It have no doubt leave not a scratch on your stash, and that is good. We would hate to run you dry on the first day.” Wesley tapped his finger on the side of his gun. He was itching to use it, but the thought of that credit chip held him back. He wanted to milk this outlet for as long as possible, before taking it down. Tag - Apadamek --- Of Robyn Thulls on Corbos Robyn commanded the droid in her own language. “Ithorian Mist, quickly.” She looked at the Naer quizzically, while the damaged droid bustled around. Once their order ha been fulfilled, Robyn held her arm out. Her neck twitched again. Robyn took a sip of her drink and shuddered as it went down. She sputtered, a bit. Robyn had never been all too fond of her home’s whiskey. She coughed and continued in Rodian. “I think we both know why you are here, so I assume that means you know that many others have tried and failed to tap into the supply of ores on this planet. What makes you think you can do any better?” Robyn managed to maintain the cool look most criminals sported. It would appear a fluke, though. Robyn was new to such shady business. Tag - Endor --- Of Kyluh Donn on Ossus Kyluh looked thoughtful. He nodded slowly. He understood Trasii's homesickness. Kyluh often missed his own homeworld of Ryloth. Despite half of the planet being near endless desert, the temperate half, that was Vong-formed, held his heart. “It is natural to miss something so familiar, but such feelings are breeding grounds for the Dark Side. You must be able to avoid the thought and succeed in any environment. It is how any Jedi survives. It is the nature of our duty, to be faced with difficult situations.” Kyluh looked at Trasii, her eyes betrayed a deeper sadness, than one formed from reminiscence of a planet. She felt more than she let on. But, it was her own hill to overcome. His touch would only make her shy away. “I called you to the gardens, to talk about finding you another Master. It is hard to move past a loss, but you must, if you want to continue to grow. We lost many healers when the virus surfaced and are short of such Jedi. One of the few that can help you, is a Mere, Dom Agar. Master Agar is one of the most skilled healers we have seen, before and after the sickness. You will find him on Metellos. His abode will be difficult to locate, but perhaps the locals can help you.” Kyluh rest his hand on the branch of a driblis tree. His fingers picked one of the succulent fruit and he took a small bite. Behind the dribbling juices, he smiled at the Mon Calamari. Tag - Endor --- Of Gael the Hutt on Ylesia Gael nodded impatiently. He waved his hand dismissively and muttered. “Yes, yes, I know they aren’t dead. Get to it.” The next question brought a smile to Gael’s face, though. He feigned patience and leaned back on his throne. “So about this job you want done... Who's the target? If you know my name, you know that I only take the tough assignments. Any bounty hunter can bring in a convicted Weequay. This one is obviously a tough assignment, or you wouldn't have contacted me. So who's the mark?" Gael threw his arms up. It was a sore spot for him, but he enjoyed the bravado and continued. His words leapt from his mouth. “Indeed, who is the mark? Who is anybody for that matter? Your target is Naer Shy’attuk, better known as Naer the Shy, smuggler. And, what a smuggler is he. Naer was my best, once upon a kriffing time. He skipped planet on me; thought he was good enough to make it on his own. Let me tell you… He is. He’s got a nose for business and an eye for feds. But, that’s my problem. I can’t let a former bee, make his own hive, if you catch my drift. So, I want you to take him out. And, I want to see some flair. Or, whatever. I don’t care how you kill him. Put a slug in his no good Rodian head, that’s fine with me.” Tag - Ziantor --- Of Sisal on Coruscant Sisal had been watching the scene with terror. He knew that it had been only a matter of time until they moved against him. Sisal leapt to his feet. His eyes kept darting to the window, as if he expected the Iridonian to come flying back through it. Sisal ran to Fargho and pointed hurriedly at the door. “Come. I told you it would happen. So it has. We need to inform the Confederation Council of Derringer’s betrayal. I just know that bounty hunter was hired by that scheming bastard.” Fargho ushered the Nalroni out the door. Tag - No one, yet everyone. --- Of The Force It danced in and around Freeman’s fingers. They strayed from their positions, to plot a course. Etti IV was Freeman’s new destination. The tendrils spun their web and disappeared. Freeman was left in his cockpit, very much alone, but with a heading. Tag - Sephy -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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