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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:42 pm
With the two interlopers gone, Des led the man into a convenient alley-way. Lifing him up with one hand he growled, "Open your hand, and show me what the girl gave you." Initially the man refused, but after some further 'persuasion', the Wookiee gained possession of the flimsi. He snapped the man's neck, leaving the body behind some crates before exiting the alley.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:45 pm
This was unacceptable. John had kept an eye on the situation and from what he could gather, he strongly disapproved. He sat cross armed along a public bench with his leg nestled upon his lap. John's emerald green eyes formed very slender. He forced his teeth together in a locked position.
The Miraluka was no doubt thinking unclear. His actions could lead to various scale tipping outcomes. This distasteful conduct would not go unnoticed. John shook his head side to side only a few degrees in objection and exhaled sluggishly through his teeth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:26 am
Raven spent only a small amount of time at the Canteena. Having no taste for the inappropriate discrepencies that always seemed to take presendence in such places. So, he confided himself to walking the streets, his robes fluttering lightly around him. For some reason it just seemed too peaceful to him, like a glass that could shatter from a sudden, unwanted impact. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but there was a certain tension to the air...a tension...towards him? He shook his head and pulled the hood of his robe up to hide his face, not knowing and not caring what the people around him had to say. or, maybe deep down he did...and he just didn't want to hear it.
"Life as a force-user...." He sighed, a small grin of humor on his face. He knew the type of reactions he would get...but, perhaps it was more that he had HOPED that those reactions would not come. A foolish hope, indeed, for someone of his mind-set.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 12:38 pm
Korem walked into a small canteen. He flipped his hood over his head. He approached the bar which was crowded with drunks and hobos all indistinguishable from one another. He tapped the bar tender on the shoulder "Hey, you have anything strong enough to kill a rancor?" "Yeh. We have just that." The bartender poured an intoxicating green liquid into a shot glass. Korem gently rubbed the rim of the glass with his thumb. He walked over to a table where a trandoshan was sitting staring at an empty glass on the table. Korem gave his shotglass to the trandoshan. "Here, ease your troubles." The trandoshan quickly drank the liquid dropping the glass on the floor. The trandoshan dropped the glass on the floor. "Woah! What wasss in that?" "Ah, just the strongest drink here. Follow me I need to talk to you." Korem led the trandoshan out into a small ally. The trandoshan suddenly doubled over in pain clutching his stomach. Korem slipped on a chainmail glove. He quickly spun around and punched the creature in the face. Korem grabbed the back of his adversary's head and and slammed the trandoshan's head into Korem's knee. Korem held the creature by the collar. "Korem stop! PLEASE!" pleaded the trandoshan. Korem hit the trandoshan squarely in the face. "How do you know my name?" "I was hired to follow you. I heard you were coming here, so I decided to-" "Who hired you! WHO!?" "I...don't...know...his name. He's...just...another...smu-" The Trandoshan's eye's rolled backwards.He collapsed. The alcohol had multiplied the effect of the poison. Korem tossed the body aside. He didn't mean to kill him. Just get information. Now the problem was getting out of hand. Who killed Pylar and Why?
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:35 am
Wow, thought Sal. The young Miraluka was astounded. Never before had he been anywhere with so much life. Since he left the Fallanassi on J't'p'tan, he had hardly been anywhere with ANY life, stowing away on vessels such as this one. Turning away from the window he was standing by, he geard a noise. The cargo was about to be unloaded. quickly, he immersed himself in the White Current. he knew now that nothing could see, hear, or sense him in any way. As the cargo door opened, he dashed past the crew and into the open streets.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 5:33 pm
The armored Wookiee turned towards the cantina. He activated a secure com channel in his helmet to his contact. "I have the flimsi, meet me in the cantina." he growled.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:19 am
"Wait a second. the poison was no where near strong enought to kill anyone even with a huge amount of alcohol," muttered Korem. "The bartender tried to kill ME!" Korem ran inside the cantina. The bartender's eyes widened at the sight of Korem still alive. He turned and ran out of the cantina. Korem followed unsheathing his sword as he ran. Korem followed the bartender into an alley. Dead end. "Who are you? Why did you try to kill me? I want answers and I want them now!!!" Korem screamed. "It's too late Tyron. Prepare to die." the bartender chuckled as he slipped a knife out of his pocket. Korem dropped his cloak behind him revealing his plastoid armor. "Try stabbing through this." The Bartender sprinted toward Korem, his knife pointed at Korem's chest. Korem swiftly dodged the attempted stab. The bartender turned around to face Korem. The bartender lunged at Korem but Korem was one step ahead of the bartender. With a quick parry He knocked the knife out of the bartender's hand. Korem pointed his blade at his attacker's throat. "I think you better start answering questions" the bartender dropped to his knees. "Please don't kill me I have-" "SHUT UP!" Korem interrupted. "Who hired you?" "You think everyone's at the bottom of the ladder don't you? I killed him and I'm going to kill you." The bartender slid a small blaster pistol out of his pocket. Korem plunged his sword through the baretender's throat. The bartender collapsed to the ground and died.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:45 am
Still invisible to the naked eye, Sal rushed down the streets of the city. Suddenly, he came to a stop. Someone was screaming. Sal rushed past a cantina. Stopping abruptly, he turned to an alleyway. There, standing above a dead man, was someone wearing a hood. Now horrified, Sal accidentally dropped his force immersion. He was now completely visible as he screamed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:39 pm
The Wookiee Mandalorian approached the cantina. Just before entering, Des heard a scream coming from a near-by alley. An attack? mused the hairy warrior maybe a chance to earn a little "protection money". He turned the external volume on his helmet to it's max. Then, with a loud roar, he unsheathed his twin Beskads and turned the corner.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 2:38 pm
Lock had been in a cantina. He had heard several screams coming from the alleyway outside. Lock decided it wasnt worth it, and left the Wookie to eal with it, maybe he could pickpocket the dead men.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:55 pm
The enraged, armored Wookiee approached the two men. In either hand he wielded an over-large Mandalorian sabre. The hooded one was obviously a force-user, was the other man as well? Was this a chance to destroy two of the creatures that had used and abused his adopted people?
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 7:52 am
Sal turned to the enraged Wookiee. Things were getting bad, fast. "Please don't kill me!" Whimpered Sal. Those stupid Jedi caused this, he thought. Picking fights like they did.
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