SWRPF Archive Nights in Coruscant

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The setting is the New Republic. On or around Coruscant. You can be what ever so hopefuly some one post

I like this guys idea so yay for Charicter sheets

 

You might need a character sheet!

example -

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearence:
Weapon(s):
Ship(s):
Bio:

Character sheets very by RPG, so your's could include whatever you want!

Evil.

 

Name:Nahar Sounta
Age:27
Gender:male
Race:Twilik
Appearenceale Green skin covers his tone body. His blue eyes seem to hold something darker. Brown leather pants and a warn black vest is his usual outfit.
Weapon(s):Heavy blaster, Lightsaber
Ship(s): Nights bounty tweeked A wing
Bio: From a young age Nahar was gifted with the force. Slowy his powers evolved with out the aid of training. He found his calling as a bounty hunter soon after at the rip age of 16. Loves the darker side of the force.







The sound of music eco through the bar as Nahar grabs his drink. Free as always at the Dark Sun. Well the human had no help with one of the force. A quiet chukkle leaves his lips. He brushes his laycu over his sholder, as he looks around at all those who are new trying to keep to them selves not knowing that its a chore in its self to have secrets here in this bar. Another one! Make it a double. He smiles and waves his green hand infront of the bartender putting the sugestion in his mind. Tonight should be fun. He states as the drink is set in front of him.

 

Name: Will Rans
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearence: rippiling muscles, black jacket, black gloves, black boots, dark blue jeans, crystal blue eyes, brown/black hair.
Weapon(s): Disruptor pistol, the Force, Palm Dart Shooter, a pair of Vibro-Knucklera, and a bunch of grenades and thermal detonaters.
Ship(s): Swoop, S-swoop, and anything he steals
Bio: Will was born an orphan. His mother died giving birth and his father had committed suicde for some reason. He awoke to the Force at the tender age of 12. He turned to the Dark Side, but he just uses it for fun. He's a merc most times.

Will Rans raced through the colorful skyline of Corusant in a--borrowed-- Hovercar XS. The radio blared heavy metal rock.

Ahhh.....Another good day. I think I'll make my first stop at the The Dark Sun first.
He thought.

He landed his hovercar outside of The Dark Sun and walked in.

Barkeep! Get me a bottle of Corellian Ale!

Barkeep: Sorry, son! That's illegeal!

Will scoffed. He took his hand and made a fist. The barkeep garbbed his throat and began to gasp. The bartender tossed a bottle of Corellian Ale at Will. Will laughed and relaxed his hand. The bartender collapsed to the ground. He cackled and sat down, taking a long swig from the bottle and emptying the rest of it into his hip flask. He saw the guy sitting next to him, but payed no attention.

 

Well... well, Corellian Ale you know your drink and you have some unseen gifts Looks over to the bartender That drink should be on the house

The Corellian Ale is on the house. He says with no emotion as he sistematicly pores the drink as gives it to the new comer.

Nahar is my name and if you see me its not your day.the words seep through his teeth like smoke as he extends his hand. and you are?

 

~Will looks at Nahar and says,~
Names Will. Thanks for the drink. I could have got it my way, but that way works too. I see you have some gifts as well.

~A man wearing standard mercenary uniform walks in and brandishes a blaster.~

Freeze! I'm here for all your money! No sudden moves!

Hey, loser! Are you stupid, or are you just blind? Don't you know who I am?

Who are you, hotshot?

Names Will Rans! You should have heard of me! I see you wear the insignia of the Red Shark Gang. Hasen't your gang been wiped out? You know who did that? It was me.

No way!

~The merc lets off three shots.~

Imbecile! You are SO gonna pay for that!

~Will pulls out a lightsaber. He ignites it. Both of its blades are red. It's a replication of Exar Kun's! He reflects the blasts back at him, knocking the guy down. He walks over and slices off his head. He turns it off and clips it back on his belt. He goes back and sits down.~

So, where were we?

 

Well we were disscusing my gifts... or getting on the subject of gifts. I could be wrong but thats where you were interupted. He stoped and looked over at the dead body Are you just going to leave that there? He shifts his weight to see the front door so at least he would now when the athoritys got there. Well Will... I hope you got a story... cuz I am getting bourd tell me where you come from, who hates you, how much you dislike your lot in life, something. and in turn you'll get something in return may be a friend. as he looks over with his dark eyes exspecting something.

 

Name: Kalin Dol
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Rodian

Appearance: Around 6? tall, slim, jade green skin and deep purple eyes. Kalin can usually be seen wearing a pair of worn tan cargo pants, heavy metal boots, a bantha hide ammo vest over a white sleeveless shirt, and a pair of old flight gloves. He always wears a breath mask and a headset communicator.

Weapon(s): Kalin always carries a pair of hold-out blasters in thigh holsters. He keeps a vibroblade sheathed in his right boot, and another in the left side of his vest. When working, Kalin carries his blaster rifle strapped across his back.

Ship(s): None, Kalin prefers the anonymity of mass transit.

Bio: Kalin Dol was born and raised to be a hunter, like most rodian children. When he came of age, he joined the Rebellion as a mercenary. Experiencing so much death and pain at such a young age taught Kalin much. When the Empire was defeated, Kalin found himself with no prey and headed to Coruscant to find work. Since then he has lived in the lower levels of Coruscant, doing jobs for various crime lords and perfecting the arts of death and war.

Today we find Kalin on his way to one of his usual haunts, The Dark Sun cantina.

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Kalin Dol sauntered in the doorway of The Dark Sun, and headed towards the bar for a drink. He stopped just short of the decapitated body in the middle of the floor. Kneeling down to have a closer look, Kalin immediately noticed the lack of blood, the clean cut, and the burnt flesh. ?Someone obviously thinks they?re a god just because they?ve got a lightsaber,? Kalin whispered to himself, ?not a Jedi either, they at least take responsibility for their own messes. Ah well, tough luck.?

Kalin stood and found a stool at the bar. The bartender shuffled over, plainly shaken up. Kalin ordered a drink, deciding to let the barkeep deal with his own problems. Kalin was going to have a good day today, and running vengeance errands for a local bartender was bound to go sour real fast.

Kalin leaned back in his stool and looked around the bar, nodding at the regulars and taking note of the stranger looking newcomers. This power-crazed, lightsaber-weilding psycho just might still be here, and whoever it was might be worth something to someone?

 

Name: Lyn ?Switch? Fortuna
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Twi?lek
Appearance: Switch is a blue skinned Twi?lek standing about 5?8? and weighing in at 115 pounds. She thin but lithe making her second job as a mechanic even easier, allowing her to reach into the small spaces of machinery to tinker. She wears a simple silver headpeice and two silver rings on each lekku, which have black tribal tattoos spiraling up them. She has bright blue eyes but is a fan of wearing smoked glasses, especially while piloting. Her favored outfit is a black suede bodice, dark green leather pants and metal toed heavy-duty black boots.
Weapons: A vibro-dagger, two heavy blaster pistols and a hold out
Ships: The Rogues Fortune (YT-1500) and a used speeder that she worked on herself.
Bio:Lyn was born on Tatooine to a couple of shady ?merchants?. With nothing better to do with her time she started tinkering with her parent?s broken appliances and slowly worked her way up to speeders, the same speeder she drives today. When she bored of simply racing about the deserts for fun she started work on her own pod to enter into the races. It was in the pod races that she earned her nickname ?Switch?. She has a need for speed and a knack for ?fixing? things until they run faster than they should. When she saved up enough money she chipped in with a good friend and they bought a ship, deciding anywhere else in the galaxy had to be more interesting than Tatooine. When she needs some extra credits to throw around she takes up a quick job in a shop, enters a race, or if times are tight she ?borrows from those who can afford it.?

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Switch whizzed through the midday traffic at breakneck speed narrowly dodging obstacles on her way to a good time. She had been a long flight and she was restless. A few drinks and loud music would put her back in the swing of things. She?d won her last race and she had money to burn, and a nice seedy bar was the perfect place to burn it. She swung her speeder around a corner down the main strip, peering through her smokey lenses for a name that caught her eye in the bright and busy Corusant afternoon.

The Dark Sun

Sounded like a fair chance, and the blaster fire she had heard inside was a giveaway that the place was at least mildly entertaining. She hauled the speeder to a quick stop and all but jumped off , strolled through the doors. Once inside she slide her glasses down her narrow nose and glanced about. Just enough people to keep her entertained. She caught the bartenders eye as she stepped over the body in the middle of the floor and straddling a barstool, leaning nonchalantly against the countertop.

?Tatooine Sunburn,? she told him with a smile. Her smile grew wider as he turned to mix it. She was afraid no one outside of Tatooine would know what a Tatooine Sunburn was, let alone know how to mix one. She slide her credit chip across the counter and waited for its return. She pocketed it before knocking back a few large swallows of her drink and looking down the bar at the other patrons with an easy grin.

 

You want a story, huh? Fine. I've been tracking a guy who wronged me terribly for years and--

Will stopped in mid-sentence as a slight beeping eminated from his ear, seemingly. He put his finger to his ear, pressed something and began to talk. It turned out he had a cybernetic comlink implant.

Speak.

The person calling him said something about a huge bounty, thousands of credits, and eternal riches.

WHAAT!!! Ok, I'll be right there! Send me the corrdinates.

Will swiched it off.

Sorry, but that story's gonna have to wait! I finally got the bounty I've been waiting for. One more thing....DON'T FOLLOW ME!!!(There was a prompt so that this RP can leave the bar)

Will walked out of the door and hopped into his 'borrowed' hovercar. He switched it to his favorite rock station and tore off towards city block C7, an area of reknowned riches.

Finally! I'll get revenge and get extra riches!

TAG: Anyone who's gonna follow him and help him on his bounty for a cut or something like that.

P.S. By the way, something I forgot to mention is that as Will left the bar in such a hurry, he dropped an extra crystal for his lightsaber. That should clue anyone who doesn't know that he was the one who killed the guy at the door.

 

Nahar watches Will leave the bar thinking of following but disregarding the thought. As his eye follow this young thing that walked in the door. A slight smirk played on his face. Debating how to do this? when his eyes also caught the Rodian. Playing in to his habit of checking gear that they both where holding.

Hay Carl put the new ones on my tab.

You know them Nahar. The bartender said with a roll of the eyes expecting to see a gun fight at the end of the night.

Watching Carl rolling his eyes Its nothing like that I have no bounties at the moment? maybe they need someone dead? just put them on my tab. Let them know who the drinks come from.

I?ll do it Nahar? I am getting the money right. Yes?

Don?t piss me off? You?ve seen what I can do and that?s without emotion.

All right I?ll do it.

Nahar eyes followed Carl as he walked up to the others and started to talk with them. As his thinks to himself a rodian has to hate someone enough to hire a bounty.

 

Seeing the bottom of her glass nearing Switch flagged down the bartender again. Like the industrious business owner he was, he made his way over promptly just as she knocked back what was left of her drink.

?Correllian whiskey,? she said, a slight question in the tone of her voice. When the barkeep poured the shot she slid her credit stick across the counter to him, only to watch him shake his head.

?It?s paid for,? he told her gesturing with a nod to the Twi?lek down the bar. ?His name?s Nahar.? Switch nodded to him and he walked away promptly. People who buy drinks for others in cantinas back home were looking for something. She tipped the whiskey down her throat and closed her eyes until the fresh familiar burning sensation died away. She toyed with the shot glass in her hands for a moment before setting it down and standing up.

As she stood she felt the comfortable weight of her blasters on her hips. It was that feeling combined with the rush of alcohol in her system that egged on her curiousity and urged her down the bar. She hopped backwards onto the barstool beside Nahar, propping her elbows against the bar. She slid her dark glasses down her nose again as she turned to look at him.

?I suppose you buy everyone you meet for the first time a drink??

 

Looking at the young thing in front of him as his eyes moved up to hers. He read what the force had to tell him about her. Finding out she is not hostile in the least he lets a smile creep across his face.
It depends who they are? some I skip the drink and take them where they need to be. But I am getting ahead of myself introduction are first Nahar Hadto. And you are? As he extends his hand to finish his intro.

 

An amused look crossed her face. She saw him looking, felt him sizing her up. Maybe the two blasters weren't enough of a deterrant from danger because he smiled. She extended her hand as well. "You can call me Switch."

 

Nahar happily takes her hand and judges her grip in his hand. Looking at her tattoo on her lekku he smiled again I was wondering wear are you from a face like yours is one that I would not forget very easy. I am from? around I don?t stay in a place for to long people tend to get pissed when someone come for them to take them to a hut or another client. His voice is drowned out but the last bit of Corellian Ale in his glass as he looks over to Carl and razes his glass as the bartender slowly makes it over to his ?favorite customer?.

What will it be Nahar?

Make me the usual and a double too.

Right a double Dark Side coming up

Thanks Carl? He turns back to Switch So where were we?

 

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" the bartender asked Kalin, "That feller over there is paying. Name's Nahar."

"I don't care who's buying, when I want something, I'll get your attention," Kalin really didn't feel like dealing with the bartender today, "Until then, why don't you go let him swindle you out of some more alchohol."

At that the bartender shuffled off to entertain other customers. Just then a pair of uniformed men entered the cantina, commlinks squawking at their hips. One of them grabbed the commlink and reported, while the other took a look at the body on the floor.

"It's about time," Kalin whispered, as one of the two men left and came back with a bag. They took the body out, then came back in and started walking around, asking questions and staring.

"You, what are you doing here?" one of the officers asked, "let me see your weapons." Kalin obliged and produced a pair of blasters and a pair of vibroblades. "Nothing here is capable of what happened to the guy you just carried out," Kalin observed, "you're looking for someone with a lightsaber. Not a Jedi either." For a few seconds the man just stared at him, face hidden behind his helmet. Then he turned and resumed searching the other patrons of the bar.

Kalin looked down to were the dead man was lying just a few minutes before. A short sigh escaped him as he turned back around and flagged down the barkeep.

"Yes?"
"I'll have that drink now."
"What will it be?"
"Get me something, Rodian. I'm feeling nostalgic," Kalin tossed the bartender his credit chip.
"You know that's not necessary," the bartender insisted.
"Take it anyway, I don't take handouts."
"Very well," the bartender waddled away to make his drink, credit chip in hand.

For a moment Kalin regretted not bringing his rifle with him. He might be needing it before the end of the day.

 

She smiled back from behind her glasses, letting him shake her hand but not squeezing back very hard. Let him underestimate her. It would be safer that way. She noticed his eyes dancing over her tattoos and something inside her laughed, though she managed to hold it in. His question held a note of amusement as well. He wanted to know where she was from but was unwilling to answer himself. His mention of the Hutts as client caught her ear as well and much as she wished she hadn?t moved, she found herself leaning slightly away.

Bounty hunters?She was suddenly very glad she hadn?t given him her real name.

He turned from her to order another drink and when he turned around she was blessedly saved from answering his questions as a pair of officers entered. She watched as they questioned a Rodian then made their way towards her. Without prompting, she knew the drill, she stood and did a slow turn as she held her hands at her shoulders. Display the weapons?she knew she didn?t kill him so why should she be worried. When they didn?t say anything to her she sat back down and looked over to Nahar, half expecting him to either buy these men a drink or to bolt out the door.

 

Looking over to the men asking Switch about her weapons. Realization sets in as they walk there way over to him. He thinks of what to say to them when the stop in front of his stool. Sir we have a few question for you to answer. What are you doing here? the first one says systematically as a robot.
Well I am normally here officer is that a crime I can never keep up with the new laws the Republic passes now a days. He says with a smart ass tone that he usually saves for his bounties.
Let me see your weapons? sir.
Lets out a breath of air and get ready for trouble. Well I have a Heavy blaster and? A light saber if you must know.
Sir your going to have to come with us. They say while reaching for there blasters.
I wouldn?t do that if I were you boys?
Stay out of this Carl.
I just don?t want to clean up any more of you mess
Well? as he activates his light saber. The yellow light seem to hum when he moves and takes of the first officer?s arm that was reaching for his blaster. Then turns to the other. I am not going any where you have got the wrong guy.

 

Switch cringed yet she couldn?t take her eyes off the light saber. A Jedi? She?d heard of them but had never seen one. But what would a Jedi be doing working for Hutts? She was so confused. From what she?d heard Jedi were the good guys of the galaxy, maybe he was just putting a front, just defending himself. She couldn?t sit here and watch as they arrested him. He might be a Jedi, he might not be. She?d sort it out later, but if it turned out he was a Jedi she didn?t think she?d be able to live with herself if she didn?t assist him.

She leaned against the bar, hiding her hand as it reached for her blaster. She peeked out the corner of her eye and lined up the shot carefully. She didn?t want to kill an officer but she felt the urgent need to help Nahar out of this situation. Suddenly she jumped into action. She swung herself around on the barstool and fired for the officer?s right hand, hoping it was his dominant hand. With her own free hand she grabbed Nahar?s arm and darted for the door.

?I have a speeder outside, let?s go!?

 

I agree? you have some place were I can meditate. I need to find Will the guy who did do it. There is probably some good credits in evolved if you?re interested. he spits out in anger as he runs with Switch. Thank you? But now your in some Bantha **** now and I apologies for this. Just stay cool and I will settle this and get you some credits on the side too. as he sheaths his blade and they run out the front door.

 

OOC: i might try this some time!

Evil.

 

I want to join-

Name: Lord Ferulias the Grip
Age:90
Allinance:Crime Lord
Homeworld:Naboo
Bioescendant from Naboo royalty,Ferulias is the most important Crime lord after The Hutts.He has an impresive army.Though a criminal lord his ethic and morals are still renowed.He does not kill women,nor children,and elders.He respecsts the Jedi and will gladly help Luke when he needs it.




A Naboo cruiser arrives from space,its Lord Ferulias.He has heard that there are good recruits to find on Coruscant.

"Where shall we land your Greatness." asked the pilot.

"Downtown." said the old man"And don't forget to activate the cloaking device."

 

She didn?t really think about what it was she had done until Nahar said something. He was right; she could be arrested for this. What the hell was she doing? Was a Jedi worth the trouble? Wait?not a Jedi, a possible Jedi.

?Just get on the speeder and shut up!?

She leapt from the ground, her hands hitting the back of the seat and used the motion to push herself forward, landing towards the front, her hands slamming down, by force of habit, right onto her handle bars. She started the machine in haste only to be greeted with the discouraging sound of a chocking engine. Her hands went cold and she turned to look at Nahar.

?We have a problem??

 

Problem I don?t deal in problems just solutions. Nahar said as he run over to the edge of the platform looking at the transports wiz by. Looks back at Switch Are you afraid of heights? And hear the big question do you trust me? As soon as he finishes his sentence he draws his light saber and runs over to Switch to deflect a blaster bolt in time. I think you should trust me. You will have to leave your speeder. He sheaths his blade as he turns to her. So what will it be.

 

After the two twi'leks killed the enforcers and ran outside, Kalin slowly stood up from the bar, paid his tab, and headed back to his flat. He was going to need his rifle after all.

He wasn't worried about losing them, he would be able to follow the snaking trail of enforcer speeders directly to them, and maybe straight to that other stranger that was with the male twi'lek.

He could smell the hunt today. It was the most wonderful smell in the galaxy.