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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 1:05 pm
((man, you're really makin me think, eh? blaugh ))
Tark puffed himself up proudly. "I'm Tark Russett, commander of the Republic cruiser Selfless, and I demand to know who you are and what the devil is going on!"
"Relax, Tar...er, Commander," Ryshel tried to keep a straight face. He always tried too hard to look imperious and important. "This is my new employer, Hiram Drayson. He's in charge of a space station orbiting Endor, and it looks like we can trust him."
"Alright," Tark relaxed a bit. "State your business, then."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 2:46 pm
*Hiram Smirks a little and thinks to him self This is it just what I needed this is good.*
Im a information broker looking for what infromation you need.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 11:46 am
"Eh? Information? What information do you think we need that we don't already have?" Tark asked suspiciously.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 11:24 pm
Imperial numbers there lacation. There movements.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 1:38 pm
"Well what makes you think we don't already know all that?" Tark faltered.
"Don't be silly," Ryshel scolded the commander. "We only know so much, which is why we keep getting caught off our guard." She looked over at Hiram curiously. "Just how much do you know?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 7:18 pm
Not much right now. But I will soon.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 4:26 pm
"Well as soon as you have something to sell, contact me again," Tark said haughtily, and the transmission ended.
"He's really more agreeable than this normally," Ryshel apologized. "It's just hectic right now with the Empire coming down so hard on everyone. So, just how are we going to find all the information you propose to sell the Republic?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 10:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:40 am
Ryshel felt the color drain from her face. "M...me?" she stammered. "But I'm a wanted woman right now...how am I gonna keep from being discovered?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 7:47 pm
A nice new steath fighter. Plus I will start trading with the Emps that way I can get on there good side and get into there ranks.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 1:29 pm
Ryshel bit her lip. "Alright; that would definitely work. And of course, I can cut and dye my hair and change up my appearance a bit with the help of the Force..." She pondered it for a moment. "Yeah, you're definitely on to something here. Just one thing though; you're going to need a smuggler or traderunner to negotiate the transactions if you don't want the Empire to know about this place directly, which I highly recommend."
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 6:02 pm
They already know of this place a Imp bording party landed here not to long ago when this new war began. But we will do trading in new locations away from here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 1:57 pm
"Oh. Well alright then, I just need to work on my disguise, and then I'll be ready. Oh, and where should I park my ship more permanently? Have my instructions waiting for me when I get back from preparation, and I can leave immediately even. The sooner we start, the better."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:51 am
Len had been loading up his ship with many items to smuggle across the galaxy. An order had come across to bring illegal modifications in. They were safely in locked containers so nobody knew what they were.
"Master Len, sir, the last items have been loaded in," Len's protocal droid said.
"Alright! Let's get out of here!," Len said.
Len's ship started up and started to fly up.
"Alright! Time to head to the next planet!" Len said.
Len's ship flew off into space.
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