OOC: I know there are boards specifically for this, but Erich and I were talking last night and we decided it would be fun to do this on our own boards. The rules are simple, keep it practical and keep it contiguous, stay in the correct timeline and don't let things get too unbelievable. That being said, our story will take place between Episode IV and Episode V. Post the stats/characteristics of the character you'll be playing first, all characters must be original, then jump right in! Keep in mind that you're particular part of the story does not have to take place in the same location as the initial starting point, ala switching back and forth between different events, as Lucas does in the movies, e.g. a gunfight on Tatooine while a space battle is occuring in the Dathomir system. I'll get us started... Name - Jarus Sarn Species - Human Profession - Smuggler, Pilot, Gunslinger Home Planet - Corellia Weapons - Modified DL-44 XT Heavy Blaster Pistol (silver frame with the words "Last Ditch" etched in Aurabesh on the barrel, worn in black leather thigh holster) Ships - YT-1300 Freighter "Booster Blue" (blue flames painted on forward mandibles) Droids - R8-D4 Green Astromech Droid Appearance - Scruffy, short brown hair with sideburns and a chin goatee. Black boots, a black side-buttoning shirt, Second Class Corellian "Blood Stripes" (brown with yellow broken stripes), a black pistol belt, and a grey leather jacket jacket. IC: Intro: It's a hot, dusty day; like any other day, nothing out of the ordinary. People come and go from the seedy starport. Merchants set up makeshift tents and sell their wares. Bounty Hunters meet with contacts in back-rooms in search of leads, A musician stands on the corner playing his Fizzz for passersby. A shifty rodian is getting frisked by some stormtroopers looking for contraban. A young boy sits on a bench tinkering with a broken sandstat, and a waart sunbathes on a hot desert rock just outside the sprawling city. A large rumbling approaches and an imposing shadow passes overhead rousing the waart from his heat induced slumber, the creature fumbles to its feet and hops off the rock. Welcome to Mos Eisley... The large Corellian freighter starts its landing cycle and begins to set down in docking bay 56 it's bright blue engine glow slowly fading as it draws closer to the ground. Landing gear prepped, the behemoth finally touches down, jets of steam shoot out of its belly venting exhaust stored from is lenthy landing procedure. The boarding ramp slowly opens and a young scruffy looking Corellian strolls out, he wanders to the front mandibles of his YT-1300 and runs his fingers gently along the blue flames painted on her hull. After a few steps he realizes that something's not right, he runs back to the boarding ramp and sticks his head into the ship. "I'm not going to wait all day!" OOC: Go!