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 Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 6:05 am
Len shut the ship down. He decided he would find weapons on Tattoine. It would probably be easier to get them. He walked out of the ship, and told his protocal droid to stay inside.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:05 pm
He left the spaceport and decided, like any visitor to a planet like Tatooine, that he could do with a drink. He would have time to upload a map into his datapad and then integrate the data his informant had given him, all the while being somewhere where everyone else looked more likely to be in even more shady business than him. Eren crossed the sandy street, having to wait at one point for a large group of Jawas to pass first, then was nearly trampled on by one of the larger pack animals led by one of the thousands of street traders in this bustling metropolis. It didn't look like much of a capital, but then again, Tatooine didn't look like much of a planet.
He safely made it to the other side and took out his datapad, connecting to the planet's net and downloading a visitor's map of the city. Then, looking as unassuming as any other traveller to a new place, he spent the rest of the walk to the nearest cantina head-down in study of the place. When he arrived at a blue sign scrawled with black and silver letters, denoting the place as Javin's Bar and Casino, he looked up, the colours catching his eye. Well, this place sounded just about right. He pressed the panel by the rust-orange door and the cantina within slid into view. He stooped to enter and found himself in a setting that could not be more different to Zonama Sekot, back home. He thought briefly about how far he'd come, but then shook the thought aside. He wasn't a hardened traveller at any rate, but he'd learned a thing or two and wasn't a fresh-faced boy off some farm in the middle of nowhere seeking adventure either. He remembered being one of those types. They were so naive.
Scanning the area for a seat, he just about gave up hope, until a Rodian moved aside and a corner table at the back of the room revealed itself. He was quick to snake his way through the mass of bodies and machinery, but not quick enough. By the time he arrived, the Rodian seemed to have taken the seats himself, accompanied by an odd collection of associates - two males, Sullustan and Twi-Lek, and a female Drall. He sighed. Oh well...
Looking around once more, he leant back on a wall and scrolled through his data files, looking for a primer for the data chip he would insert when he found a decent place to sit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:42 pm
Len stopped at a stand where a man was selling weapons. He claimed it was all legal, but Len didn't care. He saw the man was selling many types of weaponry. Vibroblades, guns, turrets and much more. He asked the man if he could help him get all the weapons to the ship. He shook his head no.
"But why not! Turrets are hard to get from here to the port!," Len said.
"Because I said no! Maybe......for a little extra I could do it," the man said.
"Alright, Alright! I'll pay you 500 extra credits!," he said.
They loaded it up into a vehicle. The vehicle sped off with everything in it. They came to where Len's ship was docked. Thet loaded it up and Len paid over the original amount. He was nearly broke now. He got in the ship and started it up. It lifted off into space.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 2:20 pm
He looked up every now and then, but no tables free. Biting his thumb nail, he dropped his gaze to the datapad and brought up the city tour guide's description of Javin's Bar and Casino. It read:
Welcome to the new establishment of Karl Javin, Corellia's finest cook, situated conveniently in the centre of town. In a perfect location, it is close to the Spaceport and the shopping and overnight districts of Bestine. Javin's Bar and Casino should be any visitor's first port of call, while its charming patrons and friendly staff will win you over so effortlessly that it will quite likely be the only place to be.
....Obviously a bit of poetic license there. Charming patrons....so charming Eren betted that the person who'd written the review had never ever dared enter. Yes, most people would stay. It would probably be the only place to be, seeing as you'd never leave alive. He looked up again, then was about to shake his head in resignation when he saw an Ithorian leave one of the tables along the back wall. Eren was quick off the bat and made it there first, much to the dismay of the Ewoks that had made it halfway to the table from their place by the bar.
It was then that he realised he hadn't bought anything, and it was doubtful he'd be able to keep a table in this current state. Catching a passing server droid by the equivalent of an elbow, he asked the bot to bring him a cup of water, then leant back. The ewoks were scowling at him from the bar. He merely smiled to himself and inserted the data chip.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 2:34 pm
For a moment the screen went blank and Eren tapped it in disbelief. The P'w'eck had cheated him! He had far too much faith in others. By the Force, he was still that naive kid fresh off of Zonama! Had Theron taught him nothing?! He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth, and regulated his breathing, calming down, though still fuming deep inside. Then, a yellow image popped up on the display, an intricate plan of the city and locations of all of the Sith's operation points within it. He'd done it! Inside, he leapt for joy. He still had a lot to learn about double checking that the goods were in fact what they were meant to be, but his trust had been true. He smiled and slid the datapad into his inner flightsuit pocket and leaned back in the booth. The server droid took that moment to place the cup of water on Eren's table. Leaning forwards once again, Eren handed over enough credits to cover the water and thanked the bot. Things were turning out for the better, he decided. He reclined on his couch and took a sip of the water......and fought his first instinct to spit it out.
Alright, so not everything.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:30 pm
Mark slowly walked away from the hangar, wondering if he had made the right desicion. Attachment leads to the darkside The words of his old master echoed within his mind. His time with the mercenaries had been a pleasant one, but he knew they were holding him back. Mark would never rekindle his connection with the force if he sayed with them. It was time to move on and to fullfill his master's dying wish. He walked through the bazaar, ignoring several offers by the local merchants.
"I doubt I'll find anyone who can help me here, but it's worth a shot." Mark said to himself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:07 pm
Van continues on through the busy and scum-filled street of the bazaar. The heat of the suns above him started to take their toll.
"I'm not going to find any answers if I die of dehydration." he said to himself.
Mark heard some music in distance and walked towards, praying that it was coming from one of the local cantinas.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 6:21 pm
Aprox. 2 miles from Jabba's palace
Dar Dha landed and shut down the ship as he prepared what to say to Jabba's decendant, he had the bounty, but he was dead, so he wouldn't get as much, or he would get nothing. But he was ready to fight if he gave nothing... he walked down the landing ramp and hopped on his speeder bike to take off. "He better pay me something" Dar thought as he took off....
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 6:55 pm
checking the info on his HUD he slowed and stopped at the Jabba's palace he knew someone would pay for this guy. he just had to find the right one... well I'll see if the current owner will take him for some good cash...
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 7:09 pm
Above Tatooine
Inder brought the Diadem out of hyperspace and saw the glowing orb that is Tatooine gradually fill his viewport. He turned on his long range scanners and scoped out what space ports might be available for landing. Not to his suprise, he didn't find that many. The two most appealing ones were Mos Eisley and Mos Espa. Mos Eisley was the more dangerous port, but also the more profitable one, by his reckoning. " Hey, Emtree!, he called back, "What do you think about landing in Mos Eisley?"
I would have to say, sir, that you and I know that I really have no say in this decision anymore. And furthermore, i still don't know why you belittle me in that fashion!"
Aww come on buddy. We've been through some rough stuff. Whatta ya say to Mos Eisley?
Emtree didn't answer at first. Then he replied We do have a better chance of finding employment in Mos Eisley.
That's the spirit! he opened up a comm channel. Mos Eisley ground control, this is the Sleepy Ewok requesting docking clearance.
Ewok, this is ground control. You have clearance for docking bay 94. Out
Rodger, out. Docking bay 94, that's bad luck Emtree.
I will have you know sir, that I hardly believe in what humans call luck
Can it, lugnut. With that, Inder started the descent to the planet's surface....
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 7:33 pm
Mark ears had not portrayed him; the cantina was here.
"Not the best place to get a drink, but I'd take anything right now." he said to himself."
He continued into the cantina, passing several pazzack tables. Mark was tempted to try to earn some money through the game, but he knew that greed also led to the dark side. He advanced to the bar and remembered he had no money on him.
"Figures...."
Mark had to get some money or else his journey would end on this barren world.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:21 pm
as Dar Dha walked around the palace looking for the current throne room and the current owner. he walked around the corner and found just the twilek he was looking for. "Oy! Ms. fortuna! a word? I'm looking for the current slime ball that owns the place, who is it...uh...gardulla the hutt the third, right?" she didn't say a word but simply pointed down the hall to a room on the left. Dar walked towards it
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:52 pm
Inder landed his ship into docking bay 94 and looked out his viewport. He could still see carbon marks where blaster fire has ripped through the air so many times in the bay. He shut down the ship and turned on the alarm system. Make sure she stays safe Emtree.
Most certainly sir. I know how much this ship means to you.
You have no idea. Inder whispered. I'll be right back, girl.He ckecked to make sure he has his pistol on his hip and a couple hundred truguts in his pocket.
Inder was familliar with Mos Eisley, but he still was always confounded with the kind of people he saw. Very few people who came through stayed there for an extended period of time, and the ususally were either killed or driven out of town. He hoped he never got into that position.
He came up to the Mos Eisley cantina and walked in. He saw no familliar faces except for the bartender, with whom he had a fair relationship with, that is money for information and drinks. He walked up to the bar and sat between a Devorian and a Mon Cal and ordered some Corellian Whisky. What he got was watered down, but he could fix that later. He turned his back to the bar and scanned the area again for anyone who might stand out....
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:38 pm
Still over-welmed with thirst, he decides to walk out of the cantina.
"There has to be a way to make some easy money around here..."he said.
As he's walking out, he notices a wanted add for a odd-looking toydarion. "That will do..." He walks outside and begins to hunt for the wanted toydarian.
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