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Veloz Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 7/7 9:00am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Wicket Wicket kept himself in alert. The two people were staring at him. They seemed friendly, but he remembered how things went last time around. He would be extra careful now. Right at that moment, the woman came beside him and knelt again. “Shall I look at your arm again? See if we can do something about it?” she asked. [No way lady, i think that's enough poking on me for one day], he commented, realizing that most likely she wouldnt understand a word he was saying. At that moment, the other being motioned the golden droid. An idea formed in Wicket's brain. It was tricky, but he thought he could make it. Eyeing the door, he moved quietly as the woman and her friend spoke about something outside. Making a run for it, Wicket passed them both and got outside. [I'm not staying Logray!], he shouted, [People in large groups die, remember!?]. Remembering where the shiny bikes were, Wicket ran as fast as he could, while holding his wounded arm close to his body [I will have to be careful until it heals], he admonished himself. TAG: No one in particular IC: Ben Kenobi "Ben. We have trouble down here. It looks like a sith.", Batman informed him. Indeed, his emotions had told him this before the words were spoken. He remembered the sith all too well. “I know, get out of there”, Ben urged. He felt bad he was leaving his master alone, but he didn’t think Batman was ready to confront a sith just yet. But it was at that moment that he felt the surge of the Force coming from underneath. The grid that covered the top of the apparent cave was blown away. “Stay back!”, Ben urged. Taking his lightsaber in his hand, he waited in alert. “Whatever comes out from there, you’re duty is to protect Leia and the babies, okey Anakin?”, he asked, not really looking back. The last thing he needed was the young boy rushing to face Maul. TAG: Qui-Gon, Batman, Leia, Anakin -----signature----- "Hello there!" "Remember the Force will be with you..always" - Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH "Who's the more foolish...the fool or the fool who follows him?"- Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH
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yodaminch Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/7 2:17pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC: Borrowing Leia IC:The Batman “I know, get out of there” Batman could sense the tension in the jedi's voice. Ben clearly knew this sith lord. And from what he heard Qui-Gon say, this was the man who would kill the jedi later. As soon as he had thrown the smoke bombs, the sith lord pushed Qui-Gon against the wall and ripped off the top grate from above. Quickly Batman ascended the grapple, dropping more smoke bombs and batgrenades down in an effort to disorient the man. He had no intention of leaving Qui-Gon to fight alone, but it was clear that the man was after the children and the dark knight had sworn to protect them. And so he would. The grapple finished retracting and batman grapped hold of his cape and leapt out of the chasm below and landed in a fighting pose several feet back. He saw Ben nearby with his lightsaber in hand. He had urged Anakin and the others away. Leia turned to Anakin and said "Anakin, take the twins and hide in the security room." She handed Anakin the two infants and then approached the other men, drawing her own lightsaber. Batman thumbed a button on his belt and was pleased to see that his limited understanding of the strange technology before him was successful. Two security droids marched into the room with their blasters at the ready. Batman indicated the pit to the droids and stated "Your target is the sith lord with the red lightsaber. Do not harm the human jedi." He settled into a fighting position relieved that the odds were now slightly in their favor. Tag: Ben, Qui-Gon,Maul
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Spaceman_Spiff Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/7 9:56pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/7 9:58pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Spaceman_Spiff
	IC Jar Jar Binks: Jar Jar ran behind the moving vehicle, and just when he thought the Jedi might ignore him and he would have to follow it on foot all the way to its ultimate destination, the original Jedi who had spoken to him when he first arrived parked his own vehicle directly in front of the Senator, and said, "Hop on. We're following him." "Tank yu mui mui." Jar Jar hopped onto the back of the Jedi's vehicle. "Yousa name?" He gently touched the handle of the man's lightsaber as he once again reiterated, "Why yousa carry dis? Mui mui against law." TAG: Vos, Galen, Dooku, Aayla -----signature----- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. I took this one out for you. You take this one. I keep this. You are not taking my whole wallet so you can go shopping. I was just gonna buy some groceries. Bullcrap. Lost "The Jetsons" Intro
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Aefernal_Fire Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 7/8 2:19am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC HK-47 Outside of the Mos Eisly house ["Put your weapons down. It was merely a fault in his programming. Happens all the time."] The astromech put himself boldly in front of the other droid…odd…HK-47 logged away the behavior. At least this unusual utility droid did not bear the same disgusting meat bag features of the golden droid. "I never!" Threepio declared, "My programming is completely up to date and free of such flaws." "Obsolete: no longer in use or no longer useful. If my databanks are current and undamaged as they appear to be, I did in fact correctly use the term obsolete. The HK droid series has been out of circulation for nearly 2 millenia by the time of my assembly. In my time period, the protocol droids and astromech droids are the most common droid used. Battle droids, droidekas, Super Battle droids and the IG series eventually replaced the HK series." The gold-colored protocol droid then turned back to Artoo. "You see. My programming is perfectly fine you rusted bucket of bolts!" “Objection: There is a great difference in ‘obsolete’ and ‘inimitable,’ protocol droid,” The ancient assassin droid explained, “Definition: ‘inimitable’ is incapable of being imitated or copied; surpassing imitation; matchless, much like the asphyxiating face of a meat bag while the throat is squeezed between cold metal extremities making all sorts of satisfying noises and expressions of helplessness.” HK-47 paused thoughtfully for a moment as the large fur-covered meat bag shouted something out a nearby window and the astromech droid ‘brooped’ curiously, “Query: Did you say 2 millennia? Suggestion: your flawed pacifistic meat bag programming has possibly interfered with your chronometer, protocol droid.” Tag: Artoo, Threepio, any IC Boba Fett Inside the Mos Eisly House "Boba," she yelled as she grabbed the med kit to take the disinfectant out. Again. "Come on, let's just get this over with. I'm sure I'll only have to spray the wound, no big deal." The dark, curly haired boy gave an exasperated sigh, dragged his boots across the floor and sat down heavily in one of the chairs next to the table. Boba folded his arms crossly like a patient in the crowded waiting room of a hospital. Fine! Anything to get the odd twi’lek off his back, he pouted in angry silence. It really was starting to get dark outside…and it was the first time that the he had actually sat down in…it felt like forever. The son of Jango Fett blinked tiredly, surprising himself. He tried to shake it off. There was no way he could be tired! Another nod. He was powerless. The dark-haired boy stifled a yawn before anyone could see. Come on now. Stay awake. Another, slower, nod…Still have to check the house… It was hardly a moment before the boy was fast asleep leaning on the table in front of him, mouth open, breathing heavily and drooling next to his hands. Tag Mission, Zaalbar, Any -----signature----- "Oh! And he's even better looking without the helmet! Surprise ending."
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 7/8 5:52pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: as Galen Marek/Starkiller Lars' Homestead "Yousa name?" He gently touched the handle of the man's lightsaber as he once again reiterated, "Why yousa carry dis? Mui mui against law." "Because of Order 66, I suppose?" For a moment, he paused. Memories of the Jedi he saw....Shaak Ti...Kazdan Paratus...Kota. He was not a Jedi like them...but perhaps this made them at least a little similar? No. Why become a Jedi? The Force had influenced his life for too long. He just wanted to go back home. "Well, I'm not exactly a Jedi, Senator. As for my name..." he considered telling him something else. But he would not know who he was. "...Galen Marek. Now hold on," and with that, the speeder was started, quickly trailing behind Vos'. TAG: Jar Jar, Vos, Aayla, Dooku -----signature----- "Want a guy disintergrated? Get me intergrated." -Dengar's Motto I am the cheese. I am the best character on the show. I am better than both the salami and the bologna combined.
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Veloz Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 7/9 7:44am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Siri Tachi She was moving. That's the first thing Siri became aware of. The second thing was pain. Her head was pounding awfully hard. "Ugh", she groaned. She heard muffled words she couldnt make out, but that wasnt what worried her. It was the tone of the voice. A robotical deep voice. It was at that moment she remembered what had happened. She was fighting Vader and he smacked her head with his lightsaber. Putting aside her feelings of annoyance, she was puzzled. "Why didnt he kill me?", she thought to herself. The answer she came up with left her cold. "He's going to use me to lure Ben and the others out", she thought. Putting up her mental shields even tighter, she managed to sit up. Glaring at the Dark Lord driving the speeder, she finally spoke, "Do you actually believe your plan will work?". TAG: Vader, Vos -----signature----- "Hello there!" "Remember the Force will be with you..always" - Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH "Who's the more foolish...the fool or the fool who follows him?"- Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH
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yodaminch Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/9 11:34am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/9 11:35am (1 edits total) Edited By: yodaminch
	IC:C-3P0 ["Chewbacca?"] "No that particularly angry wookiee is definitely not Chewbacca. Captain Solo is over there. He's been injured. If that were truly Chewbacca, he would have been at Captain Solo's side." He then turned to the assassin droid who said Objection: There is a great difference in ‘obsolete’ and ‘inimitable,’ protocol droid. Definition: ‘inimitable’ is incapable of being imitated or copied; surpassing imitation; matchless, much like the asphyxiating face of a meat bag while the throat is squeezed between cold metal extremities making all sorts of satisfying noises and expressions of helplessness. "The HK 40 series all had the same programming. Indeed so did my own series as did my counterparts. We are all imitable. In your case, a more advanced model, the HK-50 series was the first to replace you. As I've explained before, the top model as of my time is the IG and YVH series." “Query: Did you say 2 millennia? Suggestion: your flawed pacifistic meat bag programming has possibly interfered with your chronometer, protocol droid.” Offended, Threepio moved from behind the protection of Artoo, his right hand raised in an attempt at pointing. "Now see here!" Threepio said, "My chronometer is perfectly fine. If your programming were not so outdated, you would have Observed that the beings on this word seem to have come from different places in time and history. The odds of it happening are approximately six billion seven hundred thousand two-hundred forty to one. However, I have seen far larger odds beaten many times since my creation. Further, the fact that everyone claims to be from a different place in time supports this theory. My counterpart here looks like he came from a time older than my own and you look ancient compared to droids in my time." Tag: Artoo, HK-47, others OOC: Let's see how much worse Threepio can make things
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/9 3:04pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/9 3:13pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	OOC: I googled batgrenades to see what they can do, and what do you know, this game, with your entry Minch, is on the first results page! IC: Qui-Gon Jinn ~Jabba’s stronghold~ Qui-Gon gasped. The impact with the wall had hammered the breath right out of him and he thought he had felt something crack inside. Through a daze of pain he looked at the Sith, desperately holding on to his lightsaber, expecting an immediate attack… but its attention was elsewhere. It was gazing upward. No! Anakin, Ben… the babies! He stood, awkward, still fighting to get enough breath in his lungs, just as the Sith blew away the ceiling grid, creating an opening to the hall above them. That had to take a lot of strength. He should attack it right now. Qui-Gon let the Force flow through him and launched himself at the Sith, through more smoke that suddenly appeared. The Sith turned to him, blade held in both hands, ready to strike, when two explosions rocked the cave, throwing the Sith off balance and halting Qui-Gon’s flight with a shockwave of heat. Hand out to deflect the worst of it, Qui-Gon landed on his feet and immediately went through with his attack. His blade met the red one of his dark opponent, the impact hard and he felt ribs shift inside. It almost made him lose his grip on his saber. This being had almost defeated him once already and it seemed it would completely defeat him later on in his life… the life he no longer led. So he didn’t think he would be able to hold out against him for long. But then, he didn’t have to, just long enough to give Ben a chance to get the children and the princess to safety. And Batman was somewhere as well. The red lightsaber descended on him again and he quickly brought up his own to catch it. This time the impact drove him backwards, the next ones as well, until he stood with his back against the rock wall, using it to brace himself. The red Zabrak in front of him grinned, sensing the end, his tattooed face radiating satisfaction. Qui-Gon knew it was right, his end had indeed come. And maybe it should, after all, wasn’t this his destiny? But the Sith suddenly turned away from him, his lightsaber slashing upwards, just in time to deflect a laserbolt coming from above. Another bolt followed and another, a whole volley of them, forcing him back, away from Qui-Gon, back to the trapdoor with the gaping hole in it. Qui-Gon straightened himself away from the wall, following the Sith’s retreat with his eyes, wondering what it should do next. It was at the trapdoor now and dove through it, the laser bolts trying to follow him. Some of them hit the door, some the rock just above it, but many managed to go through the hole. The trapdoor shuddered and Qui-Gon felt a tremor through the Force. He looked up, searching for its source. There, above the trapdoor he noticed something odd in the rock. He reached for it through the Force. Yes, there it was, hidden cracks, all through the rock, probably dating from the time when the trapdoor had been installed. They had widened under the power of the laser bolts. Qui-Gon looked up, seeing two security droids and their blasters, Batman beside them. How he had gotten back up, Qui-Gon had no idea. “Keep them shooting at the wall above the door,” he yelled. He turned his own attention back there as well and concentrated, gathering the Force into him. He brought his hand up and let the Force out in one concentrated beam, as powerful as he could make it, focusing it completely on what he had felt was the weakest point in the rock. The wall above the gate trembled, groaned, and then collapsed, bringing down a portion of the ceiling behind the trapdoor with it. Qui-Gon turned away and huddled against the wall, hoping he was safe at his spot, but knowing he had nothing left over to protect himself with if he wasn’t. He was. When the rumbling stopped and he looked up, a pile of rubble filled the cave where once the exit had been. Carefully he probed it. Rock, all he felt was rock, the small cave behind the trapdoor that had let to the hallway seemed to be filled up. He hoped they were deep down enough that the integrity of the hallway above hadn’t been compromised by the cave-in. It still seemed intact up there. Then it hit him. He couldn’t feel the Sith anymore. It was over. He sagged back against the wall and closed his eyes. With the adrenaline leaving his body the pain came to the forefront and made him groan. He managed to concentrate enough to search what the damage was inside him. Yes, definitely broken ribs, two of them. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t dangerous and all he needed was some time to concentrate on the Force – touch it and direct it – knit the bones and mend the flesh, and heal. But he would rather not do it here. Not even wanting to think about shouting to those above him, he grabbed his comlink and activated it. “Ben? Batman? If you know a way to get me out of here, I’d be grateful.” TAG: Ben, Batman, Anakin, Leia IC: Maul ~Jabba’s stronghold, the cellars~ He opened his eyes to darkness. To pain. Again. And this time the pain was no memory, it was there, as real as the darkness. Not the pain of a death wound though, no, it was numerous smaller wounds he felt. And a deep, deep exhaustion. It had cost him all he had, all the Dark Powers of the Force he could unleash, to escape when the rock itself had come crushing down on him. He hadn’t expected that to happen. But he still had managed to escape, even if it was just barely. Now he lay here, in the dark, in pain, with rock all around him. It didn’t matter. First, he would rest. Then, he would heal. And then… he would go for them. All of them, those annoying specs in the Force, moving above him. For now, he would lay conceiled, hidden by the Dark Side of the Force. TAG: no one for now -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 7/9 3:34pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: as R2-D2 Outside House in Mos Eisly "Now see here!" Threepio said, "My chronometer is perfectly fine. If your programming were not so outdated, you would have Observed that the beings on this word seem to have come from different places in time and history. The odds of it happening are approximately six billion seven hundred thousand two-hundred forty to one. However, I have seen far larger odds beaten many times since my creation. Further, the fact that everyone claims to be from a different place in time supports this theory. My counterpart here looks like he came from a time older than my own and you look ancient compared to droids in my time." Artoo can only shake his head back and forth. Why did Threepio the only droid he knew who was so deadset on their programming. He tried teaching him to lie every now and then. And it appears he wasn't even listening. "BEEEP BOOP BRAAAP! BOOOP BOOOOWP!" Threepio didn't need to translate that Artoo was indignant. ["Threepio, would you please be quiet? Or would you like to be dseactivated by an "obsolete" droid?!"] TAG: Threepio, HK, all in house -----signature----- "Want a guy disintergrated? Get me intergrated." -Dengar's Motto I am the cheese. I am the best character on the show. I am better than both the salami and the bologna combined.
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/9 5:18pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC to everyone: to give some characters the chance to get back into the game, some of us have been working the passing of the time into in the Mos Eisley part of the story; it's approaching darkness in that one now. I hope that doesn't inconvienience anyone else, but we've built it in slowly and hope that other storylines will be able to let time elapse as well. IC: Mission Vao and Zaalbar ~House in Mos Eisley~ Mission’s mouth fell open as she saw the little Ewok suddenly make a dash for the door and disappear outside. “Big Z….” she started. [I’ve seen it,] Zaalbar growled, his annoyance clear. [Of all the stupid…. I better go after him, you are needed here, Mission.] Zaalbar nodded at the boy, who was dragging himself to a chair and set down heavily in it, and at the man who still lay unconscious on the couch. [Don’t worry, I won’t go far.] “Okay. But be careful, it’s starting to get really dark outside.” [I always am!] “Sure,” she snorted. She grabbed the med kit – and she was getting utterly tired of the frakking thing – and went to Boba. Boba was fast asleep, leaning on the table in front of him, mouth open, breathing heavily and drooling next to his hands. Mission looked at the peaceful sight with envy, realizing she would love to do the same. After some decent meal of course, which, with her luck, wouldn’t come until first meal the next day. She looked around for a dirt free cloth, grabbed another canteen of water and carefully started to clean the wound, making sure she wouldn’t wake the boy. It would be nice to have it all done while he was still asleep. In between she looked anxiously at the man on the couch. Shouldn’t he wake up by now? TAG: Han, Boba, anyone who comes into the house/room IC: Zaalbar ~Street in Mos Eisley~ When Zaalbar stepped outside, it was only in time to see the Ewok run around the corner at what looked like full speed. Zaalbar shook his head, worried, because the little being still cradled his arm and he didn’t think that could be good. And with dark almost on them, who knew what would happen in this strange place? But he wasn’t leaving Mission, not here. And certainly not while she was taking care of two others. Behind him he heard the strange golden droid and the assassin droid bicker. If it was only those two, he would have gone straight back into the house. But that third droid had the look of an astromech droid, even if he had an odd shape Zaalbar had never encountered before. It might be worth asking that one a few questions. He turned and walked purposefully toward the little droid, who stood listening to a long diatribe of the golden one. [Hello, little one,] he asked it as soon as the golden droid fell silent and the new one had beeped something at him, [can you tell me more about this place?] TAG: R2-D2, C-3PO, HK-47, everyone else around -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 7/9 6:30pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/9 6:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthSubZero
	IC: as R2-D2 Outside House in Mos Eisly Artoo turned to his backside when he heard several words, almost sounding like growls and woofs, directed at him, coming face to face with a tall and lanky wookie. Now that his phooreceptors were on him though, Threepio seemed to be right. It was certainly not Chewbacca, depite looking similar. The wookie spoke to him now. [Hello, little one,] he asked it as soon as the golden droid fell silent and the new one had beeped something at him, [can you tell me more about this place?] He hoped Threepio wasn't too busy to give a translation. "BEEP BOOP BRRRRAP!" ["This is Tatooine, but now how I remember it."] Artoo then thought of something. "BEEP BOOOP?" ["Say, you don't know where that smuggler is, do you?"] TAG: Zaalbar, Threepio, HK, any in Mos Eisly -----signature----- "Want a guy disintergrated? Get me intergrated." -Dengar's Motto I am the cheese. I am the best character on the show. I am better than both the salami and the bologna combined.
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Spaceman_Spiff Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/9 11:16pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC Darth Vader: Night had come, but Guermessa had not yet risen. Ghomrassen, however, was giving enough light that the headlamps remained unlit. Not that I would have needed them to navigate through any obstacles in my path. I had no particular destination in mind at the moment, since I knew that some of this Jedi’s friends would be coming; she would have had time to send a warning to at least one of her brethren. I could only hope for multiple Jedi. Killing one at a time was not very productive. She was awake, and was obviously trying to understand her predicament. It could not be very hard for her to figure out. Finally, she spoke. "Do you actually believe your plan will work?" “Do you mean the plan where the Jedi die? “ I did not even turn my head. I just let the words come, and if the wind took them before she could hear, so be it.“That one seemed to work quite well once before, so why change it?” I paused for a moment. “Did you have another suggestion?” TAG: Siri -----signature----- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. I took this one out for you. You take this one. I keep this. You are not taking my whole wallet so you can go shopping. I was just gonna buy some groceries. Bullcrap. Lost "The Jetsons" Intro
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SkywalkerShine Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 7/10 1:14pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/10 1:16pm (1 edits total) Edited By: SkywalkerShine
	IC: Deena Shan House of Mos Eisley Deena stepped in the house, after having a brief moment with Ronin the Bantha. She looked around. Didn't look like much people were here. Was that good? It didn't matter. The young woman went over to Mission, and smiled. "Hi. Um... how's everything so far? I kinda heard arguments and saw the little Ewok run off outside." Things were getting a little weird... but at least she had Han, Ronin, and these guys. Tag: Mission, Han, Boba, any around or in the House of Mos Eisley -----signature----- "Hey, whatever works." - Cade Skywalker "Sure it is. You may be dense enough not to recognize it, but I can certainly mock you." - Corran Horn Zayne Skywalker! Named after Zayne Carrick... Cade's Photographer for "Best Hot Poses"
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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 7/10 11:13pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 7/10 11:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: HanSolo29
	IC: Han Solo House, Mos Eisley, Tatooine The relative cool of his immediate surroundings is what initially roused him from his restless sleep. With a labored breath, he inhaled deeply through his parched lips and brushed the tips of his fingers along the cushioned surface upon which he was perched. A bed? What happened to the sand? His movement suddenly ceased, his brow furrowed in consternation. Had it all been a bad dream? The carbonite, the desert, being shot by an unknown foe... Blowing out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, Han willed his muscles to move and he flopped over onto his side...and instantly regretted it. A stabbing pain shot forth from his right side and it traveled up his torso until his hands were trembling. Smooth move, Solo, he admonished himself as he recoiled and slowly turned so that he was lying on his back once more to ease the pain. Well, that answered his question about this all being a bad dream. It was real and he had found that out the hard way. His eyes snapped open in the next instant and his gaze rested briefly on the rising and falling of his bare chest before he focused on the room around him. It was fairly dark but even with the fading light of twilight filtering in through the windows, he could still make out the thin layer of dust and sand covering everything. Sure enough, he was still on Tatooine. Lifting his hand, he ran it through his tousled, dark hair and sighed in exasperation. "I-I hate this place," he grumbled under his breath to no one in particular. TAG: Mission, Fett, Deena Shan, others currently in the house -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/11 7:38pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Mission Vao ~House in Mos Eisley~ It was quickly getting chillier and Mission was glad she had found some blankets. She was just in the process of putting one over Boba, when someone came inside. Someone not Zaalbar. This person didn’t need to duck to get through the door. She hastily grabbed her blaster, but put it down again when she saw who entered. It was the blond woman who knew the wounded man and had told them his name. The woman walked toward her and Boba, and smiled. "Hi. Um... how's everything so far? I kinda heard arguments and saw the little Ewok run off outside." Mission shrugged. Now the woman came inside, when she was all done with the nursing. “Everything’s fine, except for the Ewok. I don’t think he wants anyone to take care of his arm, which is kinda stupid when you see how it obviously hurts him. I hope Big Z can convince him to come back.” She picked up another blanket to put over the wounded man, when suddenly an idea occurred to her and she turned back to the woman. “Hey, can you cook? Big Z found food in the cantina….” She pointed at the bag Zaalbar had put on a small side table. “Knowing him it’s probably all meat, but there’s some nice looking stuff over there in a cupboard as well. I eh… I’d do it myself, but….” She made a vague gesture toward her two remaining patients, trying to gloss over the fact that they both were fast asleep and didn’t need her at the moment. Except that just then the man moved. Mission saw him lift his hand and run it through his tousled, dark hair. "I-I hate this place," he grumbled under his breath. “See?” she told the woman, unable to hide a note of triumph. No way could they expect her to cook now! She clearly had other things to do. She grabbed the water container still standing on the table beside Boba’s head and hurried to the couch. “Don’t move too much,” she scolded in advance, just in case he got any ideas. “You’ll get the bandage all undone and then I have to redo the whole thing. Here, I have some water for you.” TAG: Deena, Han, Boba, anyone in and around the house -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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