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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 3:39 pm
The Emperor's Hand- Dio Shadar
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Dio listened to the information and nodded, moving back from the bar he said "Thanks for the tip, unfortunately I can't pay you for it..." Walking from the bar, Dio made his way to the door, thinking on exactly how to approach his target. Soon he was at the door, throwing his cape back over his armor
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 6:12 pm
 ⌠ DEJAH BLUE ⌡ Dejah didn't mind, she was happy enough just to do something. Of course, she was paid to be the good-looking bartender to attract more people. It worked, but now her time was done. Dejah waited outside and took a ship back to Zeltros. It was good to know she would be back in a matter of minutes. OOC: Exit Dejah Blue to Zeltros!
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:13 pm
Talon Sandel Talon looked around the area for anything suspicious before proceeding down an abandoned ally way silently; this was his way of saying quiet from the galaxy around him. He was not going to be captured by the media or the republic for his skills and intelligences, the last thing Talon needed at the moment was to draw unwanted attention to himself. The Echani was in disguise for that entire reason alone, He looked more like a bum in hiding than anything else. Still... there were people out there that wanted him gone, while there were others that wanted him for what he could do. Talon had finally reached another section of the underworld, stopping at the end of ally way before looking around for anything suspicious. Seeing no soldiers or anyone that had noticed him, The Echani waited for the respected buyer to come at his known location. Talon had on him a Prototype Blaster Carbine with other personal upgrades and modifications on the carbine itself, this blaster carbine was designed for pure accuracy and firepower in mind. But for now, The Echani needed to wait for the respected buyer.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 6:24 pm
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Rebel the DESTROYA Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 6:33 pm
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire In one of the many docking bays of Coruscant's Underworld, Captain Rod'rlilk was busy making repairs on his freight ship The Rampage. Like Han Solo and his ship The Milleneum Falcon, Ricky claims that his ship is the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy...emphasis on the junk part... "Hey D6, hand me that wrench." he told his repair droid and was only replied with some angry beeping noises. "Okay sorry. Please hand me that wrench." Then D6 grabbed the nearby wrench with it's claw and handed it to Rod'rlilk who then continued working on his ship.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:29 pm
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire After finishing the repairs on the ship, Rod'rlilk thought it would be prime time to get himself a drink at the local cantina. After telling D6 to watch the ship while he's gone, FYI: D6 is better than any guard dog when it comes to watching The Rampage, he put his duster back on and made his way down the crowded streets of Coruscant's Underworld. Rod'rlilk walked into the nearest cantina and made his way over to the bar, occasionally glancing at the girls who were pole dancing. He sat down and signaled the bartender for a couple shots of Corellian Whiskey.
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Rebel the DESTROYA Vice Captain
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Rebel the DESTROYA Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:32 pm
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire After a couple of drinks, Rod'rlilk made his way back to the ship. When he got to the docking where The Rampage was docked, he saw a fairly large wooden crate in front of the ship with D6 inspecting it. "What's this?" he asked as he walked towards the crate. D6 beeped. As Rod'rlilk inspected the crate, there was no labels or anything that might identify what was in it. His curiosity was killing him, so he grabbed a crowbar and began opening the crate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:52 pm
HK-27
Upon opening the container, he got a look at an old and rusty droid… one that was ancient and forgotten. But some of the features matched that of an HK series droid, but as for the looks of it, it was in desperate need of repairs. A lot of bits and pieces were missing, along with one arm, several internal systems and a few other bits and pieces. But strangely it seems to have the feeling that it was still functional or slightly operational at best, Regardless of it being worse than it looked.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:03 pm
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire As he looked at the droid, Rod'rlilk guess that the people who dropped it off just wanted to get rid of it maybe because they couldn't sell it. D6 chimed in as he too got a closer look. "Looks like an old HK droid." Rod'rlilk then noticed the restraining bolt on the droid. "Wonder if it still works..." With that, he removed the bolt and watched as the eyes lit up and it began to move.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:29 pm
HK-27
As the restraining bolt was removed, the droids motor function’s started up before it started to make a lot of noises. It would seem that this droid was more damaged then they had believed, because after several minutes of loud clanking noises and what sounded like pieces disintegrating the droid’s motor fell softly more quiet. Light returned to one of the droids eyes as a metallic scratching sound was being made, as the droids head looked up and out of the box. Its voice was damaged but it was understandable threw the static of its damaged communicator. “ HK-27 Activated… Running checks threw all systems. “Spoke the droid as it sparked a few times, after the sparking HK-27 spoke again. “ Unable to run diagnostic, 3 primary systems functional… What happened to me? “
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:28 am
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire Rod'rlilk jumped a little when the droid started making noises that it really shouldn't be making. The droid's voice was staticy but he was able to understand it. "I'm not sure about that myself." he replied, then he used the crow bar to pry off the front of the crate so the droid, who introduced itself as HK-27, would be able to walk out...if it could. "Can you walk?" he asked it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:00 am
HK-27
“ I’m sorry master, but my motor skills and mobility are damaged like the rest of me… I fear that something had happened to me, because my memory is also blank as well. “ Spoke HK-27 as he went quite for a moment, trying to do another diagnostic only to start sparking again and shutting down nearly all of his systems. “ It pains me to say such things… But I fear my damage maybe total, it would be a shot to try and fix me master. I can help you threw the process, But I do ask you to be careful master… my battery is very near depletion and permanent damage may be inflicted as such. “
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:14 am
Rod'rlilk
Smuggler/Scoundrel/Gun for Hire Rod'rlilk blinked in surprise when HK-27 called him master. "Sure, I should be able to fix you up. I don't have all the part you need, but at least for right now I should be able to get your battery fully charged and fix up some of you motor skills." He said and then started pushing the crate with the droid in it up into the ship where all the tools were. "C'mon D6, give me a hand"[Exit to The Rampage]
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 4:51 am
 Leito Vel
Leito sighed as he sat at the counter of the cruddy little bar he had come to on corruscant, in the s**t hole that was the planet's lowest levels. He'd been sitting there for an informant to come, but he'd been waiting for hours by now. Apparently his informant had pulled a fast one on him to evade the "jedi's" notice, or a bounty hunter finally got lucky and nabbed his a**. He couldn't see how considering the informant was specifically that, an informant, he had information and knowledge on way too many people, others wanted him dead and attempted to make good on that thought, but others had use for him and protected him from those threats. One reason why Leito was there, this informant had information of a sleeze the order needed dealt with, he had a bounty on him, a big one.
He wouldn't be surprised to see someone dragging the man in by the scruff of his neck, wanting to see where this bounty was, and whom else would hunt it. Doug was his name, the informant, a small human of a man, he had information, but he wasn't knwon for lying, what made his information so tempting and valuable was that it was truethful knowledge and spot on, something that was truly of some value. So he'd wait a while longer before moving, expecting Doug to come through, even if he had been captured, the allure of a biiger bounty would surely bring his captor and doug through that door where that the case.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 10:25 am
Jira Nalek
Bounty Hunter Jira scowled as the man she was dragging along struggled slightly. He was an informant who had information on a bounty, and a big one at that. She motioned to her hand blaster. "If you don't want this in your face and the trigger pulled I suggest you stop squirming." she snapped at him, muttering something in her native tongue about humans before continuing on. She was almost to this bar in the Underworld of Corruscant, where this man had been headed, and was curious to see who else was chasing after the bounty she had her eyes on.
She entered the bar, glancing around at the miscreants that inhabited the place. Same as any other seedy joint. At least they seemed to preoccupied with their doings at the moment to really take notice of her. Whenever any did though, she wouldn't be surprised to hear a couple of comments about her due to her race. Being a Twi'lek, and a female one at that, the usual occupation was a slave of some sort. She used to be one, like many of her race, but had gotten out of it. She'd killed her master and gained her freedom. Tugging on the small human man again, motioned out to the bar. "Move. And don't try anything funny." she told him.
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