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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14 4:07pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Abigail Grim Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42, Conference Room. Before the Jedi could respond a new presence entered the room. "So...introductions?" Abigail whipped her head around at the new voice. "Braks!" Her mood went instantly from Slightly angered at the Jedi's presence to joyous as she saw her old friend. She hadn't been expecting him, Braks had always frowned on her "Piratical" activities. "What in the nine Correllian Hells are you doing here?" Even as she said that she walked over, and and gave the Gran a hug. "Come to see an old friend or is this a business call?" Tag: BobaMatt, Room. -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/14 4:16pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/14 4:42pm (5 edits total) Edited By: witchdoctor187
	Dresden Karn/ Mon Calamari City/ Apartment Room Dresden awoke in a sweat as he sprung up from his deep slumber. It was another bad dream, one of a series he had been having lately. The sun shown through the window to fall upon his face causing him to squint. Dresden lifted his arm and covered his face from the luminous sunlight. He pulled back the covers and turned to sit on the edge of the bed, laying his head in his hands and then shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Dresden stood up and walked up to the small bathroom of the small apartment. After relieving himself he turned on the shower feeling the warm water as it caressed his hand. He climbed into the shower and proceeded to wash off the sweat brought on by last night’s nightmare. Dresden turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waste as he walked out of the bathroom and into the small room that passed as living room, dining room, and bedroom. He walked over to his dresser and slipped on his cargo pants, and from the right side pocket drew out a pack of cigarettes. He walked out onto the balcony that gave a magnificent view of the city. He put the cigarette between his lips and lighted it, took in a breath and then exhaled the grey smoke. “Sith Spit one of these days I gotta quit these things, their going to be the death of me for sure,” he said with a wry smile. Once Dresden was done with his cigarette he completed his ensemble with a tight brown t-shirt that complemented his torso, black lace up boots that were covered by his pant legs, and topped it off by putting on a black pilots vest which contained many pockets. Dresden slid his DC-17 pistol into the cross holster he wore across his waist and then slipped his knife into a sheath located on the back of his belt. He then picked up his heavy duffel bag and walked out the door towards the shipyard that orbited the planet. he caught a small shuttle that was used to transport shipyard workers back and forth from the planet to the large orbiting station. the trip took only a few minutes but it felt like forever to Dresden who was again lost in deep thought over a painful memory. About a half-hour later Dresden was ushered into the conference room. He entered seeing a man leaning up against the wall. He could tell the man was a Jedi by the apparel he wore; the other was a Gran who was locked in a hug with a short redheaded women. There was no doubt the small redhead was Abigail Grim, the captain of the Backstab. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his vest pocket. “This the interview for the Backstab crew?” said Dresden in a plain voice not knowing what to think about the potential crew members around him. “The names Dresden… Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume,” said Dresden as he outstretched out his hand to shake Abigail’s hand. Tag: ForceForever
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 5/14 5:45pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	GM Approved! Name: Montug Scott (Scotty) Gender: male Age: 38 Species: human Homeworld: Corulag Affiliation: Captain Grim and the Backstab is his home Personality ---Traits: Studious, intelligent, Wise, wisecracking, sarcastic ---Likes: His engines, a good bottle of Scotch, a good brawl and a good woman. (in that order) ---Dislikes: Anything that interferes with any of the above. ---Habits: Likes to take his work to bed with him - literally, (don't ask). Will never let the captain down in a pinch. If he's not working on the engines he's drinking in the ship's rec area or in his quarters sleeping - with whom is always anybody's guess. Appearance ---Skin Color: white/pinkish/paleish ---Hair Color: dark brown ---Eye Color: brown ---Clothing: usually a Sith robe he found while excavating on Korriban. ---Other Attributes: ---Other Details: Has a long, thin scar across the right side of his stomach he got while fighting in the Rebellion on Endor when an Ewok with a butter knife fell from a tree onto a rather irate Stormtrooper. The trooper threw the Ewok into a tree, where the furry little jerk bounced from, only to catch a vine and swing to safety. The butter knife, however, flew from his little paws and managed to shred three layers of Scotty's clothing before burying its dull blade into his liver making surgery necessary. You do not want to know what Ewok surgery involves. shudders Weapons: Yes. Normally in the ship, Scotty carries a highly modified vibroblade. During one of his deep space trips, he managed to find an extra strong additive to durasteel even better than cortosis. For raiding purposes, however, he chooses a Mandalorian Assault Rifle made even more powerful with parts from a destroyed Zabrak battle cannon he found... uh, somewhere. He doesn't get into too many arguments carrying around something that can blast a hole in the side of a starship big enough to fly a fighter through. Pilot: No Commando: No The Force: No Biography: Born to a family of collaborators, Scotty grew up in relative wealth on Corulag. Seeing how the Empire effected his parents though, the paranoia, the intrigue and always with the questions for young Scotty like 'Where you been all night?' 'Why were you with that girl?' & 'Why do you fit the description of someone accused of blowing up that arms factory last night and by the way, where were you last night?', Scotty decided he'd take his chances, and at the age of 18, ran away to join the Rebellion. He fought bravely at the Battle of Yavin's aftermath when the Empire briefly landed and engaged the rearguard forces of the Rebels and served on many campaigns after. He always had an affinity for engineering work and loved to build things - some of them even worked. Shortly after the Battle of Endor, Scotty decided to take his talents to a place he could make more money, (you know, to pay the bills) so he became a pirate to raid Imperial traffic and became quite sought after for his ability to put an engine together from tiny pieces in an engineroom after a ship had been blasted to smithereens. A little over a week ago, he received a message from an old colleague - Abigail Grim, whom he'd served with in the Battle of Endor and who was there when he received his 'wound'. She'd recently come back to serve the galaxy against the Empire and had a new ship she needed a chief engineer on. Scotty jumped at the chance and has been crawling through the engines of the corvette ever since his arrival. -----signature----- In time or so I'm told, I'm just another soul for sale, oh well Feel it in my bones when you break my back, break it just to watch me bend Why'd you have to go and Let it Die? -Foo Fighters
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/14 6:00pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Braks Munto "Braks! What in the nine Correllian Hells are you doing here?" The Gran's three eye swung in the direction of the call, getting there before the rest of his head dead. He was soon crushed - "Oof!" - in a strong hug, which he returned. He was relieved: Abigail didn't look bad. She hadn't been dark in some time, then. "Come to see an old friend or is this a business call?" she asked, her head buried in his chest. "Aw, darling, you know me," he said, "Why can't it be both? I heard you're working for The Man, now, and I came to make sure you didn't go soft on me." Suddenly, there was another voice. “The names Dresden… Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume." The speaker was a severe looking young man, another human. Braks stood up straight and peeled the girl off him, setting her back down facing the newcomer. TAG: The Conference Room -----signature----- The Clone Wars is OT quality good. Really. Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - Looking for a few good replacements...see profile for info. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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slumvillage Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 5/14 6:11pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	GM Approved, appoligize for lateness Character Sheet Name: Jeru Sheedo Gender: Male Age: 36 Species: Human Homeworld: Esseles Affiliation: No One Personality ---Traits: Quiet, self-confident, independent, often doubts himself, thinks alot ---Likes: creds, action and quiet time, getting the job done, accomplishing mission ---Dislikes: loud people, stupid people ---Habits: asks a lot of questions and thinks a lot about the situation Appearance ---Skin Color: Light Brown ---Hair Color: Black ---Eye Color: Green ---Clothing: Reminets of his black storm commando armor with body armor and helmet modified letting it be known he is no longer affiliated with the Empire. ---Other Attributes: Both of his legs are artifical. They full perform better than natural legs, abling him to run faster, jump higher etc. ---Other Details: His upperbody, waist to his neck is covered in tribal tattoos. Weapons: Modified Elite Carbine (electronic scope for sniping, extra hand grip, increased accuracy and rate of fire), improved verpine shatter gun (improved durability), IR-5 blater pistol Pilot: No Commando: Yes The Force: No Biography: Born into an Imperial Family in the mountains of Esseles. His Father was an Officer in the Imperial Navy and his mother a fighter pilot. He was raised on Esseles by his grandparents who encouraged him to run around and explore on his own. Sheedo did as he pleased in the mountains of Esseles, learning to shoot, hunt and track among other things from his grandfather and improving those basic skills himself. He developed a dislike for the Navy as his parents were alway all the time. Learning of his parents death at the hands of the rebellion when he was 16, he received a waiver and joined the Imperial Army. He was sent to be a scout trooper. His outstanding ability and high discipline landed him a spot at the elite training camp on Moorja. When he came of age at 18, after two years of training he was sent to his first unit. He was 21 at the battle of yavin, he was glad that he was never assigned to the Death Star and that he was half way around the galaxy when the news of the Rebels victory got to him. With recconmendation from his superior officers, with five years in the Army he volunteered for the Storm commandos. Two years later he successfully completed the trainig requirements to become a commando and was sent to Bakura to increase security where rebel scientist where being held. The rebels made an effort to try and rescue the captives but Shai was one of the commandos who escaped to Geonosis. He fought the rebels so on and so forth and then was stationed on Endor in the shield bunker. On Endor, Sheedo maintained a small hut where he would stay some nights when he wanted to get away from the bunker. He kept extra equipment such as weapons/armor etc there which was well out of the way and extremely well hidden. During the decruction of the second death star and the fall of the Empire, Sheedo escaped to his hut where he regrouped and waited out the rest of the rebellions stay on Endor. It was two year after the battle of Endor that he made his way, with his positions off of Endor and landed on Eriadu where he began to make a name for himself as a man of odd jobs. He turned his back on the Empire and turned to a life of crime, something that he was surprisingly good at. He worked for a crime lord on Eriadu but soon got bored and travelled farther into the Core. For the next 10 years he lived on Coruscant, living comfortably as a bodyguard/enforcer and bounty hunter for the Black Sun. He didnt make many friends while he worked for the Black Sun and as a result many where out to get him. He was excellent at his job but soon was found out as an Imperial defector and he knew his troubles would never stop until the Empire was completely destroyed. He got wind of female privateer who recently had been contracted out by the New Republic to help out in the fight against the empire. He decided to give it a shot. -----signature----- I dont understand you, you the schools biggest Cuttah, ridin in yo momma car, boomin like a Muthaf*ca
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chanbill5390 Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 5/14 6:33pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Gerrik Thade "I have a name, and I can't totally call myself a Jedi, I'm only a trainee. Names Gerrik, I was sent as a Republic Observer." Gerrik said as he handed his paperwork over to Abigail. "I'm sorry if my presence is a problem but the Republic thought you'd need as much help as you could get, so they sent the best they could, sure I'm no Luke Skywalker, but I'd say I'm pretty close." Gerrik said. He then folded his arms behind his back. He desperately hoped that he wouldn't be kicked out of there like a womp rat out of a Tattooine cantina. TAG: Abigail -----signature----- "When 900 years you reach, look as good you will not."-Grandmaster Yoda, (Return of the Jedi) GM of When Galaxies Collide: A Major AU RPG
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14 7:07pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/14 7:16pm (2 edits total) Edited By: ForceForever
	IC: Abigail Grim Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42, Conference Room. “The names Dresden… Dresden Karn, Commando and Pilot, and you must be Captain Abigail Grim I presume." She looked the man up and down. At roughly 1.8 meters and 83 kilos of muscle, he was definitely what she classified as eye candy. He probably had an ego the size of a planetoid. "So your the one that Jacob was talking about. He said you're one of the best commandos he's ever seen. For your sake I hope he's right" She turned back towards the Jedi as he spoke up. "I have a name, and I can't totally call myself a Jedi, I'm only a trainee. Names Gerrik, I was sent as a Republic Observer." He handed her the data pad, which she read immediately. "I'm sorry if my presence is a problem but the Republic thought you'd need as much help as you could get, so they sent the best they could, sure I'm no Luke Skywalker, but I'd say I'm pretty close." Abigail wanted nothing more than to kick this lump of sithspit out like a womp rat out of a Tattooine cantina. Unfortunately she couldn't. The orders were clear, a Republic observer was necessary, and they had deemed it relevant to post a Jedi on her ship. "As long as you don't try to convince me to join you Academy, or try to impose those silly Jedi morals on me... I guess welcome aboard." She turns back to Braks. "And as for me going soft... the Imps arn't that lucky." She gestured for them to follow her as she lead them to the berth that her ship rested in. "Gentlemen and Gentlebeings... may I present the BackStab." She was fairly certine that a corvette had never had this level of modification done to it be for. It could hold a squadron of fighters, two shuttles, and had almost triple the armament. It could fight a Carrack cruiser to a stand still, or with the added fighter support, kick its Shebs back to the Imp shipyards. Tag: chanbill5390, BobaMatt, witchdoctor187, Master_Dmentae -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 5/14 7:56pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction - Date Edited: 5/14 7:59pm (2 edits total) Edited By: witchdoctor187
	IC: Dresden Karn/Kuat Shipyards "So your the one that Jacob was talking about. He said you're one of the best commandos he's ever seen. For your sake I hope he's right" “Well Jacob was right, sure as the emperor is a motherless hell spawn he’s right, I’ve been around the block a time or two,” said Dresden with a wry smile. She then turned at talked to the Jedi who was now clearly going to be overseeing this operation. Dresden didn’t mind Jedi, but he didn’t like them either. Abigail them motioned to them to follow her into the hangar. "Gentlemen and Gentlebeings... may I present the BackStab." It sure was a sight. Dresden had never seen a Corellian Cruiser that was that modified. It looked magnificent, and could most definitely hold its own in a fight against a star destroyer. Dresden dropped his duffel bag at the sliding door that went into the hangar. He stepped forward a couple of paces and looked the ship up and down. “Dang, now that is a fine piece of Corellian machinery, I’ll tell you what,” he said more to himself than the others. Tag: chanbill5390, BobaMatt, Master_Dmentae
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 5/14 8:26pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC - Scotty With a smudge of grease on his face and a cuss in his heart, Scotty walked up through the boarding ramp to find Abi showing off her new ship to some gruff looking prospects. Looking them up and down as he approached, he also ran the laundry list of concerns over in his head as he tapped Abi on the shoulder. "Captain, do you mind if I have a word with you... in private, about the Backstab?" In truth, he wanted to shout out to the heavens that this... thing shouldn't even be classified as a 'ship' at this point - it needed so much of an overhaul - but he wasn't in charge, she was and he hoped she would take his word for the problems they were going to have if all the parts he needed didn't show up, and in a hurry. Tag: ForceForever -----signature----- In time or so I'm told, I'm just another soul for sale, oh well Feel it in my bones when you break my back, break it just to watch me bend Why'd you have to go and Let it Die? -Foo Fighters
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ForceForever Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/14 10:31pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Abigail Grim Location: Mon Calamari Shipyards, Section 128, Berth 42. "Captain, do you mind if I have a word with you... in private, about the Backstab?" "Of course Scotty." She followed him a a ways away from the others and out of ear shot. She could feel Scotty's frustration through the force, and she knew the cause of it. She had made him the chief engineer of the BackStab, but because she was being refitted as a courtisy of the New Republic He was not consulted about what they were doing. She hated that, but her hands were tied... for now. She fully intended to drop anchor at Nar Shaddaa, specifically Snugs Space Barn, and let Scotty have his way with the girl while she and select others hunted for the latest intelegence on Imperial cargo, troop, and ship movement. "Whats on your mind Scotty?" Tag: BrentusofGath -----signature----- You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 5/14 11:08pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	Ah crap the game started without me knowing! GM APPROVED Name: Migalia Bitalio (Pronounced- Mee-gale-ee-ah ) Gender: Male Age: 32 Species: Epicanthix Homeworld: Mandalore Affiliation: Privateer Personality ---Traits: Muscular ---Likes: Challenges, using his head, slug throwers ---Dislikes: Nosey people, anyone with a chip on their shoulder ---Habits: Rubbing his chin when he is thinking Appearance ---Skin Color: Light Tan ---Hair Color: Black ---Eye Color: Dark Green ---Clothing: Black heavy duty combat boots, Camouflage pattern cargo pants, Black single sleeve ubese armor shirt. Right sleeve is long and open, Left shoulder has a leather pauldron with a red Mandalorian symbol on it. Black fingerless gloves ---Other Attributes: Toned build from years of training ---Other Details: Severe, narrow eyes. Medium length hair that is normally worn spiked out. Weapons: Dual nickel plated slugthrowers in quickdraw holsters on his hips. A pop out, light weight short sword in a holster hidden in his only sleeve. A boot knife, various throwing knives hidden throughout his clothing. When a mission calls for armor he dons the traditional mandolorian style armor which has a few extra goodies on it. Pilot: No Commando: Yes The Force: No ---Sensitivity: N/A ---Religion: N/A ---Lightsaber N/A -----Blade(s): N/A -----Color(s): N/A -----Handle Description(s): N/A ---Force Strength: N/A ---Force Weakness: N/A ---Other Force Object(s): N/A Biography: Migalia was born on Panatha, the home world of his species, the Epicanthix. Panatha was a peaceful planet, seeing much war but keeping it contained to the point that it barely seemed like anything was happening. He grew up in a normal loving family in a normal city. But it seemed that fighting was in his destiny. A small clan of Mandalorian warriors had been hired by the neighboring planet of Bunduki, to sabotage the Panathan war effort. Migalia’s father was a key member of the military and was then deemed pivotal for it’s collapse. The mandolorians attacked his family and killed everyone that stood in their way. Fighting to their last breath, Migalia’s mother and sister were killed. He himself being only 4 years old, he was frightened and scared. Even through this he attacked his families’ murderers. It was futile but he did it anyway. One of the commando’s was about to shoot him but their captain stopped the man. He ordered the team to take the boy with them, saying that he liked the kids spirit. And so it was set. Migalia finished his childhood on the planet Mandalore, raised in the warrior caste/nomadic clan life of the Mandalorians. He was merged into their culture, and found that he enjoyed it. It brought a sense of meaning to his life. He was adopted by the captain that had razed his home. And 2 years after the incident. Migalia even began to call him father. The man trained him in everything he knew. Combat skills, armor, weapons. He shaped the growing boy into a warrior. The elder was part of the Clan Ordo. For personal reasons Migalia never took the Ordo Surname. He grew up into a fine warrior and became a commando in his foster fathers likeness. -----signature----- Darth_Allana, the best girl a man could ever ask for.... Some things are worth waiting for. Always Member of the Game Designers Guild
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 5/14 11:35pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Migalia Bitalio Walking alongside the Backstab Migalia's eyes studied the Corellian vessel before him. It wasn't a bad looking ship. It may very well suit his tastes. He had heard that the captain was looking for a skilled crew. When it came to making things dissapear from existance, who better than a Mandolorian warrior? Boba Fett had made quite a name for himself as a bounty hunter but that kind of life didn't interest Migalia. He didn't mind working alone but he preferred to work in tandem. It normally made things a bit easier. Besides that, Migalia was no pilot. He wasn't bad with a hydrospanner but if it came down to a situation where he had to pilot a ship or die... Migalia would have no choice but to embrace the Manda. He was shown through the hallways of the backstab and into a conference room where a few other people stood waiting. He looked at them all in turn. Appraising them but making no immediate judgements. Migalia's head bowed slightly as he entered. "Please excuse my tardiness. I trust this is the right room if one is looking for a job aboard the Backstab?" Migalia waited for a response as he looked around the room again. tag all -----signature----- Darth_Allana, the best girl a man could ever ask for.... Some things are worth waiting for. Always Member of the Game Designers Guild
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 5/14 11:57pm Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC - Scotty "Whats on your mind Scotty?" Abi asked as they walked away from the others. He understood that she was there for him and she shared the same the concerns he did. He didn't need the Force to know she had the same reservations about the new ship as he did. The Backstab reeked of inattention and bad maintenence. "Captain," Scotty began, not sure how to break it to her. After a time, he simply decided to outline all that was wrong with the ship. Biting his lip, he forced the words out. "Captain, I don't know how this ship can be considered spaceworthy. The power cells need replacing unless you want to risk breaking down inside hyperspace. The plasma inducers need realignment, the hyperspace coils require replacement unless you want to get lost in hyperspace. "I could spend a year picking out pieces of the former chief engineer from the intake manifold and still not get anything done. "And yet you don't have a year, do you, Captain?" Understanding the Captain as he did and knowing her situation, he only had one solution in mind. "I'll get this vessel spaceworthy for you as soon as you need it, Captain. Just give the word and I'll make it happen." In truth, he'd make anything happen for her, but she'd never know it was because of his... anyway, he'd make anything happen for her on her very whim. "What are your orders, Captain?" he asked, wondering how much time he'd need to spend in the next few days stuck inside the engines. Tag: ForceForever -----signature----- In time or so I'm told, I'm just another soul for sale, oh well Feel it in my bones when you break my back, break it just to watch me bend Why'd you have to go and Let it Die? -Foo Fighters
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/15 7:05am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	IC: Braks Munto Braks wasn't as impressed as all the others. He knew the Backstab, and he knew already how pretty she was to look at and dream about. He also knew that beneath the hull plating she was probably falling apart again, judging by the mechanic's panic. "Please excuse my tardiness. I trust this is the right room if one is looking for a job aboard the Backstab?" Another new voice. Braks turned around. Human, but didn't smell human. He decided it'd be rude to ask. "Yessir, this is indeed the place, and her out there? She's the Backstab." He held out his hand, "The name's Braks, by the way." TAG: The Room -----signature----- The Clone Wars is OT quality good. Really. Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds. As Father and Son (An AU RP) - Looking for a few good replacements...see profile for info. http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 5/15 7:46am Subject: RE: Symphony of Destruction
	OOC: Soooo uhh yeah. just forget the part where I was inside the ship. I skimmed to fast apparently. IC: Migalia Bitalio Conference room "Yessir, this is indeed the place, and her out there? She's the Backstab. The name's Braks, by the way." Migalia extended his own hand and unintentionally shook Braks' in an iron grip. "A pleasure to meet you Braks. I am Bitalio.... Migalia Bitalio." He released the Grans hand and hooked a thumb in his belt. "Who is in charge around here?" Tag all -----signature----- Darth_Allana, the best girl a man could ever ask for.... Some things are worth waiting for. Always Member of the Game Designers Guild
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