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Post by Jawaclan on Aug 18, 2004 23:54:59 GMT -5
"I think it is." Talkon grabbed the man by the collar. "Now tell me.What is your name?"
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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Aug 19, 2004 13:04:47 GMT -5
"Polkins! Now what do you want!"
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Post by Jawaclan on Aug 19, 2004 13:43:41 GMT -5
"To bring you to the Hutts." Talkon un-holstered his blaster and stunned Polkins. He stred dragging him out of the cantina towards his ship.
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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Aug 23, 2004 2:38:59 GMT -5
Many of the locals were standing around watching Polkins getting dragged through town. The truth of the matter is that this isn't uncommon. Bounty Hunters were more then rampant on this planet. The two men were getting closer to Talkon's ship when Polkins started to come too. *** Since everything was back to normal inside the cantina. Voolup and Xen sat back down and started discussing their next hunt. "Don't worry about my flying skills. I can handle myself up there. So do you think we should try and take down a pirate fleet? Cause if you do, there is no question about it. I'm in!"
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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Aug 28, 2004 1:02:34 GMT -5
Polkins struggled free from the bounty hunters grip and tried to make a run for it. . .
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Post by Jawaclan on Aug 29, 2004 22:34:02 GMT -5
Talkon pulled out his blaster and shot three red blaster bolts at him.
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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Aug 29, 2004 23:51:44 GMT -5
Two red streaks went by Polkins head, but the third hit him square in ths shoulder. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Polkins hit the sandy ground and clutch his bleeding shoulder, blood trickled down through his fingers and the smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air. Polkins looked behind and to the right to see the man walking towards him holding a smoking blaster. Polkins staggered to his feet and tryed to make another run for it.
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Post by Jawaclan on Sept 19, 2004 16:05:27 GMT -5
"I don't need you alive Polkins!" Talkon fired another 3 shots at him.
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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Sept 19, 2004 20:39:04 GMT -5
All three shots hit their target. The shots burnt large holes in his body. He hit the ground lifeless.
OOC: Now just take the body back to the hutts.
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Post by Jawaclan on Sept 20, 2004 13:16:14 GMT -5
Talkon dragged the body back to his ship and flew back to the hutts.
He landed and got his pay.
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Post by yasser on Jan 25, 2005 20:29:01 GMT -5
The civilian transport hovered down to the landing pad.
'Freight from Ilum to Tatooine has Landed. We hope you enjoyed your trip and...' The steward droid's drowned away as Ragab and Hussam left the transport and into the streets of Mos Eisley.
As Ragab sweated like crazy in the heat, after the cold he was used to in Ilum, Hussam looked around, smiling, 'tch, the universe's wretched hive of scum and villainy. This was my hometown.'
'This hot crime-land?'
'Don't let people's exaggerations fool you, Ragab. Anyway, we're gonna start training as soon as possible, but first we're going to buy a new engine for my speeder. I have 5000 republic credits with me, let's go.'
Ragab followed Hussam into the market place, surprised at how in the middle of the dangerous roads the master could be so cheerful and giddy...
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Post by yasser on Jan 27, 2005 16:56:22 GMT -5
Ragab followed Hussam who strode confidently across the market stands. 'There,' Hussam pointed at one of the stands, 'buy the engine, here are the credits.'
Ragab took the bag full of credits and walked to the stand. a little green figure with wings constituted the shop owner...
'Good afternoon.'
'Whaddaya wan'?' The shop owner had a shrill, rasping voice.
'I am in need to purchase a SPX-70000 speeder engine. Do you happen to have one on sale?'
'Yes, in good condition too. How much you willing to pay for it?'
'I have 2500 republic credits.'
'REPUBLIC CREDITS? Those are no good here, I need something more real.'
'Tatooine has been absorbed into the Republic since before I was born, credits work here in any legal monetary transaction.'
'Wut you trying to say? I don't know how things work?'
Ragab decided to use his Force Persuade, [glow=blue,2,300]'credits will do fine.'[/glow]
'No they won't. Your little mind tricks don't work on me, I'm a toydarian.' The little shopkeeperbrished his thin fingers on his chin, 'and pretty proud of it too.'
Ragab grunted and went back to Hussam, 'he's not aaccepting credits and he's Toydarian so I can't persuade him.'
'That's it? You're not trying hard enough. Toydarians aren't immune to the Force, they're RESISTANT! There's a difference. And where are your negotiating skills gone? Go back there and get my engine.'
Ragab walked back to the shopkeeper, 'I suppise you still have the engine I asked for cos I still need it.'
'Got anything better than the republic credits?'
'There isn't anything better than the Republic credits, and if you don't accept them there are a hundred other salesmen willing to accept it and give me a better engine.'
Ragab noticed the seller beginning to look nervous, 'and one more thing, you not accepting Republic Credits means you're into dirty business, nevertheless using an illegal currency, which will interest a few people...' Ragab looked at a few police troopers walking between the stands, 'you know how much these people like the Jedi and listen to them.'
'OKAY, you win. But 2500 credits is too little.'
'3000.'
'I won't accept any less than 15000.'
Ragab felt it was time to use Force Persuade, [glow=blue,2,300]'five thousand and that will be all.'[/glow]
The salesman shook his head, 'I told you the millionth time mind tricks don't work on me.'
Ragab concentrated as hard as he could, [glow=blue,2,300]'five thousand.'[/glow]
'DEAL!'
Ragab nodded, paid the money and strode back to Hussam with the engine, 'very good, young padawan. I'll go put the engine and meet you at the outskirts of the city, where the dune sea starts.'
As Hussam walked off, Ragab ran off to the cantina to stack up on water...
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Post by yasser on Jan 27, 2005 18:16:07 GMT -5
Ragab walked into the cantina. The second he walked in, a gang sitting across the bar erupted in mocking laughter on the shirtless young human who just entered.
'Excuse me, i would like to purchase half a canteen of water, please.'
Once again the gang erupted, and one of the skinnier members stood up and pointed, 'HAHAHAHAAHAAAA! The twerp wants some water! Looks like a little booze got more grit than he does!'
Ragab waited as the droid poured the water into his canteen. As Ragab waited, the gang sat around him, and the skinny wisecracker who spoke earlier sat next to him, 'hey twerp.'
Ragab sat quiety ads the droid offered him the canteen. Ragab reached out a republic credit for the water, but the same being that sat next to him grabbed both the water and the credit away from Ragab. Ragab turned to the creature, 'give it back.'
'No I'm not.'
'Please give it back. I have no quarrel with you.'
'You do now.'
All of a sudden a sharp crack was heard, followed by the sight of the pest on the ground, it's nose gushing blood from the impact with Ragab's backhand. Suddenly Ragab jumped to face the one standing behind him: a gigantic wookiee, over four metres in height and over a metre and a half broad, swing its giant fist at Ragab's head. Ragab faced his agressor, 'I just want to leave, I have no quarrel with you either.'
'Yea, say that after you attacked a smaller being.'
'I was defending my property.'
'Not the way I see it. I'm Krogg, champion of the arena. And I'll crush you before you can blink.'
Ragab felt a little sparring would help his training, 'well neither of us could afford to be arrested. Let's settle this at the arena.'
The four thugs surrounding Krogg stood up, taking out vibroblades and large clubs, 'heh, Krogg, don't think we're just gonna watch while you turn the twerp to mush.
---- the Mos Eisley Arena---
The crowd took to their seats as the two headed announcer sat before his microphone, 'ladies and gentleman and everything in between, today's match before the main event will be between: the young human, 19 basic years old, and ready to take on the best... the one, the only... RAGAB STARSEER!'
Ragab walked out of the shadow and was greeted by a wave of boos and rooten fruit thrown at him and repeated sayings of, 'get outta here you PISANT!!'
The announcer gave out a cough and continued, 'Facing young Ragab are, no introductions needed, Krogg and the Acolytes!'
Ragab was nearly deafened by a huge cheer as the giant wookiee and his four teammates walked out Ragab looked at Krogg's friend's: a very large, muscular zabrack armed with a jagged, forward curving vibroblade; a bald, tatooed human armed with ferocious wristblades; a tusken armed with a long quarterstaff; and a dug armed with a dagger in each hand.
'Wow,' Ragab gasped in surprise as he saw Krogg armed with his huge spiked cllub, 'well I'll be using the Force as a last resort since I want to tset my fitness a bit.' Suddenly the bell rang and Ragab's five agressors charged him, roaring.
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Post by yasser on Jan 27, 2005 19:03:14 GMT -5
Ragab took his time, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, then opening again. The five gladiartors seemed top be approaching in slow motion, and Ragab saw in their eyes that they underestimated him greatly.
Ragab's eye moved to the dug, leaping high in his direction with all daggers flashing. Ragab flicked his wrist, and suddenly the dug stopped in midair, Ragab's survival knife stuck in it's chest, and it dropped to the ground, dead.
Ragab then looked forward as Krogg swung his club down on Ragab's head. As hard as he could, Ragab did an uppercut that shattered the club into splinters. Ragab then turned to the zabrack with the vibroblade. The Zabrack tried a downwards cut, but Ragab grabbed the fighter's forearm, did a back twist that sent the assailant to the ground, his arm snapping. Ragab then turned and did a straight kick to the tusken's stomach, sending him flying away and crashing into the wall, impaled on a spike. Ragab turned to face the human fighter, who fired a lightning punch to Ragab's face, but Ragab's reflexes were quick. Ragab flipped away the jab and performed the strongest uppercut he could, ramming the gladiator's jaw joints into his skull, killing him. Ragab then turned to Krogg.
The huge wookie swung his huge fist into Ragab's ribs, but the padawan grabbed the warrior's arm and jabbed his elbow, breaking it as easily as he would break a twig, the result of smashing blocks of diamond hard ice with his bare fists and feet on Ilum. Before the wookie thug would roar out in pain, Ragab gave a lightning fast spinning kick to his head, breaking Krogg's neck. The wookie spat out blood, then fell face down, never to move again. This was all over in five seconds.
The crowd was completely silent as Ragab used the force to retrieve his knife from the dug's chest and walked away...
------------- Move to Dune Sea-------------
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Post by AG on Feb 2, 2005 12:32:55 GMT -5
Unlike Anchorhead, Mos Eisley was always crowded. Night or day, it made no difference to the citizens of this bustling spaceport. Hance, Jorus was able to mix in with the crowd easily. No one paid any more attention than a mere glipse at the Sith Lord and then go back to their usual business. Jorus walked through the streets at a quicker pace this time. Jorus wanted to get out of this dune of a planet quickly, tired of the boredom he went through these past three days.
Jorus entered a hangar bay, not caring which one he went through. Inside, he found a small courier craft. Its pilot, a ruogh loking space pirate dressed in simple clothes, approached him quickly.
What do you want? I don't give lifts to people. As you can see
Jorus smiled grimly at the pirate and interrupted him midspeech.
[glow=red,2,300]And I give no mercy.[/glow]
It was over in no more than a second. Jorus pulled out Shadow, igniting it and slashing all the while at the pirate and quickly deactivating the blade and tucking it back into his belt. The sizzling sound of a lightsabre was barely even heard inside the hangar. The pirate seemed to stand there for several seconds, staring disbelievingly at Jorus, until he fell in pieces on the floor, completely skewered by what seemed to be not even half a slash. Jorus continued his walk towards the courier and jumped into the cockpit of the ship. Slowly, the craft began to lift off and sped away into the darkness of space.
**Move to Coruscant**
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Post by Destiny Sev'len on May 23, 2005 12:32:08 GMT -5
The door to docking bay 32 opened slowy. Standing a few feet back was a dark figure, cloaked in white and black robes, hands interlocked at her front. Slowly moving forward she left the docking bay, alone. Upon leaving the starport she took a moment... she felt nothing, which was an annoyance. Her years of hiding was brough to an end by the ever pressing Sith. She now had a new target though, and soon it would be time for the hunt. She made her way to a tavern, silently scanning her surroundings...everywhere she looked her cybernetic eyes picked up a weapon of some design, some primitive, others sophisticated pieces of destructive art. Those where the bounty hunters and warriors of the galaxy who carried such weapons... using each collected bounty to purchase an new toy for their hobby.
"I'll take whatever is most common..."
Her words were soft, but cold and piercing. The bartender made her drink quickly and asked for payment. She lay down some coins on the bar and moved to a seat in the corner. Now she must plan...
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Post by Destiny Sev'len on May 23, 2005 15:12:59 GMT -5
The fallen Jedi finished her drink, all the while planning her next move. She knew it would be difficult to complete her task on her target's ground... too many possible heros to assist. "I will lead them to me... and in turn I will bring vengence for the wrongs to my family..." she thought to herself. A cold smile cracked on her face, closing her eyes she reached out with the force. So many events mixed together flashed by her... the future was hard to see. Opening her eyes she sat the glass on the table and began to make her way back to the docking bays
[glow=yellow,2,300]"It is time..."[/glow]
Her dark figure skalked through the streets back to the ship she caught a ride in on. Entering she locked the doors behind her and boreded the ship. She made her way to the cockpit of the YT-1350 XT transport, he helmet of the pilot was visible over the seat.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Good afternoon, Captain."[/glow]
she chuckled at her own words and pulled the pilots body from the seat to the floor. A burned hole in his stomach had stopped smouldering. She begain messing with the ship's computer.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"I don't suppose this ship is in distress eah, Captain?"[/glow]
She entered a distress transmission to be sent out: "Talon XT... we've been struck -static- sith -static- assis...-static- help! we're going down on tatoo-static-" (end transmission) She was pleased with her work as she prepared to move the ship to space. Soon on her departure she sent out the distress signal. Now with the illusion of the ship's destruction she could continue to her target...
---moved to Space---
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Xaojii
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Post by Xaojii on Nov 29, 2006 22:56:05 GMT -5
Standing on the outskirts of Mos Eisley after a few days worth of walking through the vast deserts Xaojii hesitates for a moment thinking on how he would approach the town without possibly being attacked on sight. Many people are bitter towards his kind as they attack human settlements on occasion. Though he had never taken part in this in his lifetime, he feared the populace would not be able to distinguish the difference.
It had always been a fascination of his what it was like to grow up on the other side; as he had seen they're kind before out near his encampment looking for Banthas to hunt, or something else. People in his Tribe told him to do either things when encountering a Outlander: kill them on sight (small groups; usually 1-5 unarmed), or observe thier movements from a distance (larger groups). But since he couldnt go back and he knew they were the only means for him to get off the planet. So he decided to proceed onward into the city and with any luck he would blend in with the Outlanders and people would think he just didnt talk alot (Xaojii doesn't know Galactic Basic).
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Xaojii
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Post by Xaojii on Dec 1, 2006 17:19:23 GMT -5
Walking down the main avenue running across Mos Eisley towards the spaceport, Xaojii's fears were nullified as most people didn't notice him and the ones that did gave him nothing more than a strange look. Now that he realized that there's a good chance no one will attack him, his only worries now is that someone will try to talk to him in they're strange language. Unless some one talked to him in Tusken, which he deemed highly unlikely, he decided that he would pretend not to hear them, or ignore them.
Walking on through the city, putting on the charade that he had somewhere to go, or some business to attend to, he suddenly heard a loud explosion like noise and a humming just as loud coming from the sky; he looked up in time to see a Starship lift off and accelerate into space. Immediately he decided he wanted to know where it went, and what was there at the place it was going. He looked down at the building it came from and knew that in order to get onto one of the ships he would have to deal with the Outlanders. He knew it would be difficult and slightly awkward, possibly suspicious, but the burning desire to find out what was out there was more than the fear he had against it.
As Xaojii walked into the Spaceport he spotted a ticket terminal, he decided he'd try that machine first to try to get off the planet, if that didn't work he would try to communicate with one of the Outlanders. Looking at the terminal he saw a few things that he did not understand: planets, stars, and how to select which one he wanted to go to. Frustrated he slammed his fists down onto the console, when he did the view changed from a starmap to an overview of a planet with panels at the bottom with strange glyphs that he couldn't understand, realizing this he pushed on one of the panels with curiosity; the screen went back to the starmap; again he slammed his fists onto the console, changing the screen to a planetary overview, this time he decided to press the other panel and a small chip was dispensed from a slot on the side of the terminal, Xaojii took it with slight caution, being careful not to let anyone see, thinking he might be stealing. He heard another roar/explosion and humming, knowing what it was this time he rushed to find the Starship and get onboard; he found the ship, but before he could get on a droid called at him, "Please sir, hand me your ticket before you get onboard." Despite knowing what the droid was saying, he he thought the mechanical knew that Xaojii "stole" the ticket, Xaojii handed the droid the ticket and rushed up the ramp onto the starship, hoping to avoid the punishment that he thought he would have to face. The ships engines roared and lifted off to another planet covered entirely by city.
--Moved to Coruscant--
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