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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 2:55 am
"Hm...a strange man invites me back to his ship for a treat...."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes as his words fairly dripped with sarcasm.
"Well, I'm not a little kid, so...sure." He grinned at the odd situation and motioned for the man to lead on.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:35 am
Inder led the man through the streets of downtown Mos Eisley. He did keep his eyes and ears open to anything that might be interesting. The bazzar was full of merchants and shoppers, busy haggling and rehashing deals, the merchants always trying to get more money, the consumer trying to save it.
They walked through bazzar back to the docking bay without being pickpocketed, probably because Inder had his blaster on his hip. They walked in and Inder saw his ship still in tip top shape, or......as well as it's ever been, i think. Still, he loved his ship as much as he would his own son. He open up his comlink hey Emthree, open up the hatch will ya? I got a guest today.
Please say it's not another Nemoidan creatures. That one tried to steal me.
Open it! he said. he turned around and offered his hand to the stranger. The name is Inder
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:40 pm
Leo held onto the handle bars of the swoop bike for dear life, the controls of this vehicle completely eluding him and nearly killing him. He thanked whatever force there was that he was able to settle into the seat properly after killing that drunken moron. His mind flashed back to the murder, just a simple neck snap and the fool was limp, and a small smile shined on his face. It had been exhilarating to kill the man, the power that rushed to him after killing someone who was so much larger and brawnier. Though some horrible odor had emanated from him, some sort of powerful alcohol.
After awhile, he had gotten used to the controls and the contours of the bike's seat. He was now effortlessly skimming over the desert at a decent speed, yet he really had no place to go. Where to go, where to go? The thought kept repeating itself in his mind and he considered his options. The Master was dead as was his many wives, but not many people came out to their property anyway. It would be awhile before anyone was suspicious and any neighbors would probably be glad to have the monster gone. The man he had just killed would just decompose in peace, it was highly unlikely anyone would stumble across his body in the desert for a good while. So he wouldn't have to worry over any authorities, they wouldn't have a clue about him and he could start over.
There was a city the Master always spoke about, the city where Master had gotten two of his wives and a few supplies every so often. The way Master had spoken about it, it was like paradise on earth. A heavenly place filled with many beautiful women and a plethora of fortune ready for the taking. What was it? Leo racked his mind for the name and had to swerve to avoid a moisture collector. Then, it came to him.
Mos Eisley.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:50 pm
"Rozjueiloizp? Sorasfmsap?! SIMISGIHBERITUADMBKEAL!"
Leo seethed with frustration, questioning this strange being about Mos Eisley was becoming less and less bearable with every syllable the monster uttered. Leo tried to calm himself down, but couldn't (or, most possibly, he didn't want to). As the monster went on and on in its alien tongue, Leo simply grabbed the insect-like thing's two mandibles and slowly spread them apart, practically spitting into the thing's face as he spoke.
"Where. Is. Mos. EISLEY?"
The struggling monster stopped struggling once it's many eyes targeted Leo's face, contorted with anger and impatience. It twittered and then let out a guttural scream as Leo tore off one mandible. One arm shot out pointing north and it picked up its struggled again, though weaker than before.
"Good boy, I'll let you down now and you can head back to whatever you were doing. Alright?"
It only stared into him with a pathetic pleading look, scared beyond reason of what Leo would do. Leo dropped it and it vanished, simply burrowing into the sand. He paid no heed and mounted his swoop bike and took off, heading north in hopes of finding this haven.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:18 am
mizzlehotch777 Open it! he said. he turned around and offered his hand to the stranger. The name is Inder
"Eren. Eren Sekot."
He looked from the ship back to the man. He was a professional, whoever he was, no poor smuggler or fresh spice dealer. He had the feel of someone trustworthy. But...Eren had been quick to trust in the past, so he would keep his guard up for as long as he needed.
He grasped Inder's forearm in the manner his mentor had practiced, having been a brother, father and friend to many, Eren included.
"Quite the ship."
It was without a doubt ten times the ship his was. Then again, that wasn't saying much. He smiled inwardly and waited for the ship's hatch to open.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 5:58 pm
Leo had long since abandoned the swoop bike, the damned thing had long since run out of fuel and he had been forced to walk the rest of the way. That had been days
or weeks
ago, he couldn't tell anymore. The intense heat had driven him half mad and what water he had provided only a temporary solace. To Leo, the night was a world that was a cold sapphire blue and filled with shadows and ghosts from the past. It had helped him get to sleep, it was cooler and the darkness put him at ease. But when the morning came, the suns rose and they were heads. They were enormous heads in the sky staring down at him with a fiery hate, but Leo could deal with hatred. What he couldn't stomach was how both looked like his late Master. So at night, he would collapse and sleep as easily as a new born baby. But as soon as the first light of day began to show, he would force himself awake and
escape
make his way north. It was an automated process now. He was now
just a droid
following the same routine over and over again before he either reached paradise or passed on. Whichever one came first. He would sleep at night. Wake at first light, at a break neck running speed to escape the faces, and then eat and sleep at night. But he knew, he would
die in this terrible place
No! He would reach his haven and be safe. He would find something.
He would find something.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:09 am
Calibur X21
"Quite the ship."
It was without a doubt ten times the ship his was. Then again, that wasn't saying much. He smiled inwardly and waited for the ship's hatch to open.The Diadem looked pretty well off. It didn't look like it was falling apart and was safe, but then again, appearances can be decieving. Her pocked exterior and shotty, well not that but it was wearing off, paint job showed the ship was definitly in a few hairy spots, but she survived, somehow. Yeah, she's alright. She's gotten me out of a couple nasty places. He let go of his companion's grip, which was pretty strong for a handshake, or whatever it was. He turned around as the ramp came down and he walked into his ship. I think I remember where I put that stuff. Emthree! Where's that special shipment?In your footlocker sir.Ah ha, now I remember. And he disappeared into the ship.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:35 pm
Shadzar looks around and is confused he thought he would be on the planet containing the dark jedi temple so he looks around to ask someone
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 8:01 am
Come on in Eren! i shout from inside the ship.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:44 pm
He shook himself from his brief reverie and followed the man inside, taking in the whole stylish interior thing his new acquaintance had going on. It was an interesting ship, both inside and out.
Following Inder around the corner, a disappearing foot his only guide, he crossed his arms as he usually did when walking around indoors and smiled. Ships had always fascinated him, ever since he'd left Zonama. Being from a completely biological planet, all forms of machinery, even one of a million identical ships, was a new and unique specimen for him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 6:38 pm
Inder rounded a corner into his personal quarters. Looking around you'd guess a well organized man worked there, not some petty merchant. Butm Inder did run his own business. He had a personal datapad on his desk that contained his accounting records, inventories, and recieved updates on sipping contracts. He had a holo of his parents from when he was young, but he kept it in a desk drawer most of the time, along with a Sabbac deck. He went to his bunk and dragged out a foot locker. In it were some clothes, books, random datacards he would have to go through, his SoroSuub Firelance rifle, and Ahh Ha, here it is his 100%, aged Corellian Whisky. He picked up something a little less strong if his guest so preferred. Eren! Take a left by the ladder and have a seat, i'll be right there.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:47 am
His arms still crossed, he sat down and waited patiently for Inder. It was then that he realised how comfortable he was. He felt like a weight had been lifted. His task on the planet, well, it was one of a series of missions that he'd been scoping out for some time now. He could do with a break before he went ahead with his job. Take a step back and see what was what.
"Sounds a bit too heavy for me! Got anything less potent?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 1:36 am
He was alone now. No use wasting time here. He had a ship to catch...in his sorry excuse for one.
~
He was back in his loveable hunk'o'junk in under 5 minutes, hands fondly moving over the controls. It was his master and friend's, and was his only keepsake, save his lightsabers. Putting in the ignition codes, he sequenced the power drives and sent space control his clearance codes, then, with a gurgle and squeal, the ship lifted into the sky and puttered into the stratosphere, and then....who knows.
He did.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:14 am
[I was thinking about joining, but is all this the PT or the OT?]
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