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 on: October 11, 2015, 03:22:59 AM EDT 
Started by Airgain - Last post by Balan
Is this purely an RP for smugglers and bounty hunters? Would a Jedi consular be out of place?

 on: October 11, 2015, 02:48:09 AM EDT 
Started by Jurneth Creek/Lord Olrac - Last post by Balan
Is this RP still ongoing, or is it finished?

 on: October 11, 2015, 02:24:38 AM EDT 
Started by Balan - Last post by Balan
        North Star sat on top the decrepit skyscraper, it's ramp lowered. Balan and Brody stood side by side on the cracked duracreet roof. The chilly wind whipping Balan's robes and Brody's hair. The circular roof was about 90 meters across, a tight fit for two ships about 35 meters across. Both Brody and the other pilot had managed to share the space, though. The unmaintained landing pad had no markers or lights illuminating it, they had apparently burned out some time ago.

        The pair watched as the landing pad of the other ship started to lower. Balan touched the dead knight's lightsaber underneath his robes, just to make sure it was still there. He had insisted on keeping it on himself, not that Brody argued the point. The other crew seemed to be a bit slower coming out. Balan was anxious. He'd expected this whole escapade to go smoother. It had been anything but smooth.

        "Get down kid!" Brody yelled. Balan turned to Brody to see what he was talking about. He heard a unusual sound, sorta of like a torch. As he turned his head to look at Brody he caught a glimpse of what looked like fire moving through the air, with a jet of white smoke behind it.

        Brody rolled partially behind the loading ramp and Balan instinctively jumped away from the path of the incoming projectile. It struck the roof a meter from where they'd been standing, and exploded. Fire, smoke, and dust clouded Balan's view. Small pieces of debris struck him and stung his skin through his robes. "A missile!" Balan thought "Who's shooting missiles?!"

        The fire dissipated, shouting and blaster fire seemed to come and go from both sides of the landing pad. Balan drew his lightsaber and held it in front of him. None of the blaster bolts came his direction. Through the smoke and dust another source of what looked like fire flew through the air, much larger than the missile. "A bigger missile?!" Balan shouted in his head.

        Then he made out the silhouette as humanoid. He felt a prick in his shoulder. The figure came through the cloud and landed on the pad before him. Balan looked down to see a dart in his shoulder. He swatted at it a couple times with his right hand, knocking it to the ground. He looked back up to see armor. Mandalorian armor!

        His mind starting to cloud he raised his lightsaber up slightly, to guard himself from the warrior. He didn't realize how slow the tranquilizer had made him. At what seemed to Balan to be lightning fast speed the warrior swatted aside Balan's hands and thus his lightsaber, and punched Balan in the face. Balan had never taken such a hard blow. He went down, still gripping his saber.

        He didn't hit the ground, though. In fact, after a moment he felt rather weightless. He also felt two arms gripping him and a strap that seemed to come out of nowhere around his waist. He heard an odd-sounding filtered voice say "oof, you're heavier than you look." He then saw the dark grey of the duracreet landing pad slide away and be replaced by the brilliant, innumerable city lights of Nar Shadda.

        Balan was flying through the air, and he had no idea how this was happening. His drugged up brain really didn't care, though.

 on: October 11, 2015, 01:29:34 AM EDT 
Started by Balan - Last post by Balan
Okay, I'm getting impatient haha. I'm going to post.

People are still welcome to join. Please message me first, though, if you want to join. That way we can plan it out. Thanks.

Woot! 200 posts on the discussion thread, haha.

Err, 200 replies, actually.

 on: October 10, 2015, 09:05:34 PM EDT 
Started by Balan - Last post by Balan
Is he still active? I see he's not in carbon freeze.

 on: October 10, 2015, 06:47:54 AM EDT 
Started by Airgain - Last post by Ceid Ankoun
Airgain, I backed up this current RP completely along with its BBcode for text color and whatnot.

If we loose it due to the java update, I'll PM them to you and we can easily repost them.

 on: October 09, 2015, 02:33:59 PM EDT 
Started by Balan - Last post by Ceid Ankoun
Ahh, Weril is in this one with you. :D

That is surprising.

 on: October 07, 2015, 03:10:43 PM EDT 
Started by Balan - Last post by Balan
Okay, I'm back. What'd I miss. Crap, I already halfway through my twenties!

Anyways, I'm looking to revive this RP, I could use some help though. If someone wants to join, please PM me. Thanks.

 on: October 04, 2015, 03:23:02 PM EDT 
Started by Airgain - Last post by Ceid Ankoun
Translation into basic is between the tildes.

Eg.: '~~Translation~~'

Also, I use this for the mando'a:

 on: October 04, 2015, 03:20:01 PM EDT 
Started by Airgain - Last post by Ceid Ankoun
The message finished and Assad nodded to one of his crew and the Rabi Brava decloaked off the Outlaw's starboard bow. Assad was impressed. The outlaw got here faster than he expected. When he complimented Tryvon's speed in his earlier transmission, he was being nice. After all, he never met a spacer's ship that could outrun the Razor Class except some of Judas Creek's Empty Night ships. But the outlaw was only a few minutes behind, and the Rabi Brava entered hyperspace a few minutes earlier than Tryvon's ship, they were almost matched in speed.

"Not bad!" Assad said as he leaned forward in his chair.

The coms specialist huffed. "Pure muscle. No style. The design is inefficient." Clearly offended at the speed of witch Captain Tryvon arrived.

"He doesn't have a highly funded organization behind him, Chawse. He is a lone wolf! Give credit when credit is dew." Assad retorted with a smooth voice.

Chawse just huffed again, then continued. "Channel open."

"Tryvon, I will meet you at the base. See you in a few." Assad finished, and got out of his chair towards the airlock. "Helm, you got the bridge. Take us down within shuttle range, then charge the light mirror plates. Go to silent running mod till I get back."

The crew complied, and with a final message from Tryvon, Assad descended to Ord Radama the moment he was in shuttle range.


The red and black armor clad bounty hunter walked down the airlock and into the main part of the station. Made a left near the hanger and entered the room. There was someone there already. The hunter leaned against the door, then held one of the blasters at the hips and tapped the door slowly with it. The man inside looked towards the door, and a few tense moments passed...

Then suddenly the Hunter spoke with a female voice from behind the mask. "Mirdir gar cuyir olar par te adla bora." ~~Guess you are here for the same job.~~

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