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Post by Tiana, eh? on Aug 6, 2004 17:36:59 GMT -5
The desert planet on the outer rim-- has two suns, and three moons. Mainly all there are lowlifes who are escaping the law-- smugglers, what not... and also farmers.
The planet is very hot, and dry.
(edit: three moons. Sorry--being picky again, I know.)
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Post by Vanacoriel on Aug 25, 2004 3:05:38 GMT -5
Eerin Rodericks waited in silence, at the back door of a bar in the Mos Esily space port. She had landed in the last place she had wanted to, running from a hutt, Tatooine was the last place she like to be. She scanned the club for anything interesting and as usual there was nothing. She sat down at the last table empty, and waited.
If that sorry little son of a blaster doesn't get down here soon, I'll blast him to kingdom come! Eerin thought, anxious to get out the the space port and to a more remort area. Everywhere she turned there was something waiting to jump out at her. She was twitchy, but you would be too if you had killed one of Jabba the Hutts most trusted servants. It had been a pure accident, self-defence, he had come up from behind, intent of taking the ship that had a cargo of secrets for a senitor. She had pulled his shoulder out of place then blasted him.
Eerin waited for another two minutes and watched a Twi'lek try to sell a man some death sticks. Eventually the Twi'lek gave up. Eerin never wanted to give up her fight for survival. She wanted to over throw Jabba once and for all. She had asked for the help of her old friend Itioner, to help her. So far Tion hadn't done anthing. She was just getting mad at him when a hand crept over her shoulder. Eerin jumped and spun round, inches away from Tions grinning blue eyes. "Jumpy?" he asked, smirking. "Nah, just excited" she said sarcastically. Tion sat down next to her and ordered a drink. " Have you found anyplace for me?" she asked her tone dropping, to a low whisper. "I really need one like now!" She was speaking urgently and there was an edge of fright in her voice. " They will have to be willing to help me!" " Haven't found anything! No one wants anything to do with a crazy lady who wants to distroy Jabba. NO ONE" Tion said, grinning. " You'll have to stay at my place until we can find a farm for you to stay at. You can start making your plans there." He paused and considered something for a minute. " Won't you need more people than just your self and me?" he aslked.
Eerin looked up and said " Of course. We need to find people, who want Jabba gone and the planet freed of his dictatorship!" She declared the last bit a little to loud and winced when she realized people had heard.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 29, 2004 20:01:39 GMT -5
Echo heard the two talking, and joined in. "Excuse me, but I heard you want Jabba dead? Then maybe I can join you on this quest. My name is Echo from Ohce, And i will help you in anyway i can to overthrow that gluttinous, putrid, freak of nature." The Ohcean's thick fur went on end every time he thought of Jabba, His old master. Not that he wanted to work for him, But he was sold to him as a slave. He saw Jabba feed his family to the rancor, and now that he found that there were others who share is dream, he wil pursue it.
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Post by Vanacoriel on Aug 30, 2004 1:20:17 GMT -5
"Well, I guess, that little over loud speech didn't hurt to much." Eerin said, looking at the new person. " Are you willing to lay your life down in order to stop that large evil tryan---" She was interupted by Tion. " Stop there Eerin. She means will you be willing to die to stop that crazy thing. We need a place to stay... well at least she does." Eerin smiled apperciativly and laid a blaster on the table. " What kind of weaponry, have you got? Anything to penatrate the fleshy mess called Jabba? Want a drink?"
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 30, 2004 20:28:44 GMT -5
"I have a small one-man fighter named the Xylem. I have a retractable vibro-blade that was made to eliminate one person, JABBA. I have a blaster for defenseive pourposes. And, no, I don't drink."
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 13, 2004 20:06:27 GMT -5
OK it's been a while since anybody posted so i'm asking eowyn to change the name so that it says that we need more players.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 25, 2004 9:24:34 GMT -5
((Okay, I'm gonna randomly post for Kayden. Usually I wait, type a good post, but It's early, and I'm being random today. See? FRODO!!!)) Anjali lighted gently on the ground, the engines slowly whirring to silence with a metallic hum. The ship was fairly small, unobtrusive, and dang fast. Her captain, Kayden Thy Corianin, was one of the best pilots in the system -- or any system, for that matter. The Smuggler stepped out of his ship into the dry, dusty air of the planet Tatooine, refuge of the so called 'Scum of the Universe'. The tall, green eyed Corellian didn't expecially appreciate that particular name, but it did seem to fit the various inhabitants of the Desert Planet. "Grand place to stop," he muttered under his breath, not without sarcasm. "Who wouldn't want a gig from one of these - Nefarious - characters...." Nefarious didn't seem a strong enough word for the creatures that surrounded him as he walked gingerly through the dusty street, careful not to step in anything nasty. A fight broke out to his left, leaving him a clear path to the entrance of a small cantina.
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Post by Foral McDerson Windu DOOM! on Oct 25, 2004 14:40:29 GMT -5
A Clone commander walked through the crowded streets of Mos Eisly. He was left to keep an eye on what went on with the Hutts by Jedi Master Echu Shen Jon after the removal of Boorka the Hutt and the Confederacy outpost on Tatooine. Personally, he had no opinion on the Hutts, and had gone mostly unnoticed by Jabba. However the job had gotten harder in the past few days, seeing how Jabba, being a gangster, he was up to something. He had bounty hunters hovering around his gates, but it was too crowded to see what was going on. As he was walking down the street, a fight broke out up ahead and to his right. He went over to break it up, but then something cought his eye. it was a Correllian freighter pilot walking into a bar. He decided that this suspicious character was more important right now. Besides, the fight looked like it was just a normal occurance.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 25, 2004 19:24:56 GMT -5
Echo decided to get some jawa juice at the bar now that the entracne was open. But some thing else caught his eye. A man in white mandalorian armor, not the kind the usual warriors wear to battle. Maybe one of those fabled clones. What's he doing here? Probably after jabba. The Ohcean walked over to the clone and asked, "Excuse me, commander, but what is you buisness on tatooine?"
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Post by Foral McDerson Windu DOOM! on Oct 26, 2004 13:14:38 GMT -5
The clone stared at the person standing in front of him, confused. "Well, I was assigned to stay here on this planet and keep an eye on the Hutt, but the job has gotten too hard for fifteen clones to handle. Any help would be much appreciated." THX 1138 knew that the other would be confused if he knew anything about clones, because no clone asked a civilian for help unless told to by a Jedi knight. "So, are you up to helping me keep a Hutt in line?"
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Post by The Hot Eye on Oct 26, 2004 17:20:01 GMT -5
*confuzzlement! is this going to be related to the rpg we have going here? echo, i thought you were on naboo?*
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 26, 2004 18:56:59 GMT -5
((Cluge is on Naboo, Ehco another charecter i have is on tatooine.))
"You to, huh?" the warrior asked him. "I and others are after that slimy slug. I can help get you to his palace undetected beacuse I once worked there, and, yes, I studied the creation of the clones when I was a boy, so you don't need to explain anything, except what your name is."
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 26, 2004 19:37:39 GMT -5
Thy watched silently as the Clone Officer entered the Cantina, keeping his eyes moving, careful not to let them rest in one place for too long. He kept lifting the glass full of some suspicious looking concoction to his lips, not drinking much in case he had to think on his feet. He caught himself picking it up again, and put it back on the table in annoyance. Almost a third of the glass was gone.
The Shadowed section of the booth he had chosen gave him a good view of most of the room around him. It was in the corner, and the entrance and other door leading to kitchens or what not were in plain view. He leaned back, giving the illusion of total relaxation, though in truth every muscle was tense and prepared to move in case of an emergency. He could feel the many knives placed in convenient places about his person, though he doubted that they would be of any use against many of the armoured patricians of this particular cranny of the Universe. The Corellian left his long jacket hanging open enough that the blaster hanging loosely at his belt was in plain view. He had learned early in life that it was better if people thought you cocky than if they thought you weak. And cocky sort of fit his personality.
He pale green eyes moved back over to the Clone as another creature joined him, and they began to talk.
((So far, Thy's just gonna sit here, 'cause he doesn't have a whole lot against Jabba.... seeing as how there's quite a bit of potential income flyin' round this particular joint. He may join in a bit lata, though. ))
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Aayla Secura
Sithly Elf
Darn these glitched clones! They're not easy to keep in line, I can tell you!
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Post by Aayla Secura on Oct 29, 2004 15:49:42 GMT -5
The blue Twi'lek Jedi, Ayla Secura, walked down the dusty Mos Eisley street, glancing about for any sign of her lost Clone commander. Darn, these glitched clones!, she thought to herself. This particular commander had a glitch, and that was his independence, which sometimes bothered her. Such a trait made him easy to lose, even in such a place as Mos Eisley.
A fight broke out near her, clearing her vision straight ahead. There was the clone, dressed in his white armor touched with yellow, and walking into a...cantina?
Ayla followed him in quickly, very annoyed, and found him talking to another being. The clone officer didn't hear her approaching, and when asked what his name was, she decided to answer for him.
"His number is THX1138," she said, while scanning the cantina. Bars like this were a place to wait for trouble. "I'm his Jedi Commander. We were left here to keep an eye on the Hutts." she further informed the other creature. Her eyes rested on a Corellian freighter pilot seated in the corner, his blaster revealed to anyone who might want to give him any trouble. Probably the reason he's here, she thought, referring to the clone. Keeping half an eye on the suspicious character, she turned her attention back to the clone and his new "friend."
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Post by The Hot Eye on Oct 30, 2004 17:15:08 GMT -5
*oh! I'm sorry bout that, i should have picked that up, I'm here almost everyday! but then again...sometimes I'm just blonde...wich that definently was... i need to get some more sleep...*
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Post by Foral McDerson Windu DOOM! on Oct 30, 2004 17:48:15 GMT -5
THX1138 looked at Ayla in surprise, "Oh, um, well, Master Ayla, I was just following a freighter pilot when I got a little sidetracked. But this gentalman has offered to help us keep track of what Jabba is up to." He hoped she wouldn't chew him out too bad. "Where is that freighter pilot?" He began looking around the cantina for the pilot.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 30, 2004 19:44:11 GMT -5
The Smuggler almost swore. Well, he thought to himself sarcastically, at least I did have a reason to worry... A Twi'lek woman had joined the other two at the bar -- a Jedi Twi'lek -- and the conversation had obviously turned away from the earlier matter to something that hit entirely too close to home for the Corellian. "It might be a good plan to make myself scarce," he muttered to the half-empty glass sitting in front of him. "Trouble won't be much help to me at any moment."
He stood up slowly and absentmindedly made a mental check of his knives, making sure they were all where he could reach them in a heartbeat. Not that he wanted to, but cautiousness was better than death any day. The distance to the door was not far, but he realized with a start that he'd have to pass the company at the bar before reaching it. Unless, of course, he wanted to dig his hole deeper by making a complete circuit around the room from his small booth in the corner.
He sighed, and started pushing his way through the people toward the escape that seemed so far away.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 30, 2004 20:00:55 GMT -5
Clones and jedi? this is mor serious than I thought. "Commander.... Uh,.. Thx, I saw a pilot here not to long ago." Echo scanned the bar and saw the pilot trying to escape stealthly. "Master Ayla, Thx don't make any sudden moves or our prey will escape. He's trying to get out the long way. You two stay here and I'll nab your pilot." he whispered and casualy made his way out the door he slid to the sid where no one could see him and waited for him to come out.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 31, 2004 16:13:58 GMT -5
((Pth. Thy ain't that dangerous. *snicker* Prey indeed.... And keep in mind, Master Echo, this Corellian isn't entirely stupid, either.))
The Corellian was halfway to the door when he caught a movement from the bar out of the corner of his eye. The Ochean, to his credit, might have gotten past him if he wasn't already so jittery. "Well," Thy muttered to himself, "this could certainly get interesting."
As the ambusher exited the Cantina, Kayden took one more glance around before reaching the door. The two at the bar -- Clone and Jedi -- were still there, and watching him. This just ain't my day, is it...
He shrugged slightly, preparing for the worst, and stepped out into the dusty air of Mos Eisley.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 31, 2004 19:03:18 GMT -5
Echo saw the smuggler walk out the cantina and look around. He put one of his furry hands on his shoulder and spoke calmly to him. "A few of my friends wish to speak to you." With a gentle but firm girp he led him into the cocky smuggler back into the cantina Where the Jedi and her assigned clone waited for him. "I found someone you might want to talk to."
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