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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jun 2, 2005 21:12:16 GMT -5
Lawless and smugglers and Tuskens, oh my!
That pretty well says it all. The planet of the lawless scum in the galaxy. Few places are worse. But there are those who uphold the law, though cut off they may be...
A desert planet with two suns and three moons.
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Post by Padawan goober-shadowslayer on Mar 28, 2006 21:12:44 GMT -5
Ilin fired once. . . twice. . . and a third time before he had to reload. Ilin was a tusken raider. One of the best in the business. He was very tall for a tusken. He was 7'4 and 230 lbs. He was wrapped in a red outfit. Stained with berries and other dies. The stench of mustard filled Ilin's nosrils. He was attacking a traveler, a passer by, an innocent slate. He walked down to his prey. A rodian by the looks of him. He took the figure into his muscular arms and walked into his tent.''aiiiiii doooooooooooooo doooooooooo inel heeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'' Ilin screamed a victory scream in one of those annoying tusken scream. He flopped the body in a chair in his tent, sat dawn on his bed made out of straw, and fell asleep.
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Post by Sallowpad on Apr 11, 2006 23:03:21 GMT -5
Two suns on bright sand had a nasty tendency to necessitate frequent breaks, and Jinx took the liberty of giving his eyes a quick one. He set his viewer down carefully, and replaced the space in his hands with his drawing tablet, working quickly to convert memories of the layout to detailing a slowly expanding grid.
Soon he'd dig himself from the sand and descend on the unsuspecting camp. By now he was reasonably sure of his target's location, the habits of the guards, and how to get in and out without problems. All that remained was to wait for both suns to set. That and figure out what cruel fun Luck would have with him tonight.
[ooc] EDIT: Character sheet posted. My bad. [/ooc]
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Apr 11, 2006 23:32:55 GMT -5
(( *wearily*
These posts are rendered non-existant until the users post an accepted character sheet. EI: Post one in the OOC thread and wait til it's accepted, and then post.
Thank you, that is all. Please read the rules.))
EDIT: Character sheet is accepted. Go for it.
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Post by Sallowpad on Apr 18, 2006 22:55:54 GMT -5
At length the second sun sunk beyond the horizon, and the cold breeze followed at the heels of darkness. Jinx's datapad vibrated roughly as it's photoreceptors complained from lack of stimuli, jarring him angrily from a light sleep.
He quickly resurveyed the scene. All was as anticipated. Two men patrolled the camp's perimeter alone, one on each extreme. Sloppy buggers.
Jinx slithered from his hole in the sand to the nearest building, and disappeared on it's flat, low roof. Soon enough the first sentry passed beneath him…and had his skull crushed by a falling brick. Jinx snickered lightly to himself, then dragged the man back to his observation hole and frisked him, and found himself a small cache of credits, a provocative picture of a female Jawa, and a shiny identicard richer.
An hour and three guards later found him near the center of the compound, crouched and attempting to mate a fractured passkey with an elaborate door. Finally the thing stopped beeping at him and flashed a green light. The surely, unshaven faces of several dangerous men that peered from a game of cards in the smoky interior made little effort to disguise either their curiosity or their annoyance. Turn me down for a job…to knock off a few pesky Jawas of all things… Jinx muttered. He fiddled briefly with an interior pocket of his ever present pack, and procured a nasty looking assortment of metallic objects. These he casually pitched into the room with his spare arm.
Moments later rubble and carnage erupted past a smiling Jinx. He stole quickly into the smoke and began searching through the debris. Considering the offered sum for the job he didn't get these blokes should have had a healthy stash, but a thorough combing of the remains showed they probably hadn't intended to pay him in the first place.
Typical.
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Post by Maximum Ride on May 1, 2006 20:48:24 GMT -5
Ruakkaba hated wide open spaces. Which was unfortunte, since he had crashed into a desert. He moaned again, pretty disgusted with his current situation. His ship's engine had malfunctioned, and he had barely managed to land at all. Some landing it was. Sand covered the front part of his ship, and after he had gotten out to see what was around, there didn't seem to be anyone around. Why Tatooine? He thought, not for the first time. Why, of all the planets in the galaxy, did it have to be Tatooine? Ruakkaba kicked the hull of his ship.
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Post by Sallowpad on May 4, 2006 0:46:28 GMT -5
[occ] Yay, I don't have to triple post! [/occ] Gusts of sand and dust laden wind danced in the streets of Los Esiles (sp?), lashing against inhabitants and passers-by alike. Jinx watched with half interest as an indigenous diminutive creature scurried between the myriad instances of peril created for it by foot traffic. It rushed madly for a scrap of food dropped by chance, which was fused with the terrain an instant before it could be collected. Jinx pondered his own ordeal as it fled, terrified, until it was crushed by an unconscious step of a passing beast of burden. He shook himself from his reverie, returning his thoughts to the task at hand. A stolen map, three wrong turns, as many hours, and a bribed guard later found him poking around in a nameless cargo ship mentally weighing the virtues of several choice nooks. < To Space! >
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Post by Morndakiél on May 8, 2006 7:22:21 GMT -5
Tchoryn saw the havoc-wild trail of a crashing ship as soon as her craft--medium-sized transport, sleek, almost fragile-looking--ducked beneath the halfhazard planetary security range of Tatooine. She craned her eyes and ears toward it, and spurned by impulse, headed down beside its foggy track, turning off the loud synth music as she concentrated.
She landed behind a dune from the crashed ship, not that its captain couldn't see her as she came down, but it made sense. Hopefully. Confidance was not with her yet. But here was a first adventure, a first something to do that was not planned and charted between familiar stars.
She took her staff, strapped to her back, and walked out toward the crashed, large craft. It's owner, a immpresively tall, mottled Wookiee, impacted the side of his craft angrily.
"Jettoz! Excuse me!" Tchoryn called in Basic and the spacer's language. " Do you need help?"
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Post by Maximum Ride on May 14, 2006 20:51:28 GMT -5
Cautiously, he tilted his head to one side and activated his translator. [Yes.] Ruakkaba growled in wookiee tones [My ship malfunctioned.] He scratched his head. [Its behavior was most strange] He looked more intently at the alien. He had never seen one of her species before. [My name is Ruakkaba.]
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Post by Morndakiél on May 15, 2006 14:17:33 GMT -5
Of course, thought Tchoryn. He speaks Wookiee...Kashyyyk...whatever it was called. [And only Wookiee? Er... "Ah, I'm Tchoryn. I don't speak Wookiee..." Inexperience piled down around her ears as physically, to her, as if the sand dune behind her collapsed.
OOC:Maximum Ride, your signature text interests me. I have not tried smoking pot. But I have lack of space in my signature, I believe, and of motivation, which is a sure killer also--take this not too much to heart.
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Post by Maximum Ride on May 16, 2006 11:28:52 GMT -5
((Ok.)) Ruakkaba understood what she was saying from his translator, and nodded. He opened a hatch on his ship and rumuged around, finding a spare translator. He always kept a spare. He held it out to her, gesturing.
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Post by Morndakiél on May 17, 2006 14:22:21 GMT -5
OOC: Snrk, that was creative liscence...read it again. Not a literal falling over of the sand. Though that would break the language barrier...
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Post by Maximum Ride on May 21, 2006 20:37:38 GMT -5
((oh. well it does say, it fell down around her ears....))
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Post by Morndakiél on May 23, 2006 7:27:01 GMT -5
((It says inexperience fell down around her ears as if it were physical like the sand dune. ...Maybe that's an adverse comment on my sentance structure. Oh! You fixed it! Nice, I didn't notice... )) Tchoryn hesitantly snatched the small translator device and held it to her speaking gills. "Thanks...hi...do you need help with the, ah, ship?"
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Post by Maximum Ride on Jun 5, 2006 21:44:36 GMT -5
Ruakkaba gave a low growl. [Yes, it has malfunctioned.] He held out a great furry paw.
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Post by Morndakiél on Jun 6, 2006 7:28:31 GMT -5
"Hey..." Tchoryn's paw was enfolded in the Wookiee's and she smiled. "Ah, I can at least give you a ride to a mechanic's station somewhere around here....where are you coming from?" In her brain this statement coincided with Why are you here? Where you ever convicted of a felony? What is your favorite color? Are you going to eat me? and verious other questions that would have made an arbiter or interviewer proud and only showed in her poise as a slight tremor. Nothing in her experience had ever said whether or not it was ok to trust crashlanded Wookiees in the middle of nowhere.
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Post by Maximum Ride on Jun 8, 2006 22:12:24 GMT -5
Since he was aware that the translator didn't always translate exactly what the speaker meant, Ruakkaba also added, He scratched his head, then waved his arms expressively. Which wasn't good. Ruakkaba wasn't really technically minded. If a minor thing needed fixing on his ship, he could deal with it, but this seemed to be more than he could handle.
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Post by Morndakiél on Jun 9, 2006 12:31:02 GMT -5
"Sure does! Well, come with me! We both don't know our way around Tatooine!" She winked sardonically. "And we're both sorta Corellian!"
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Post by Maximum Ride on Jun 18, 2006 22:30:36 GMT -5
Though Ruakkaba absolutely knew that he was not the slightest bit Corellian, he nodded uncertainly. [Well, where should we start? It all looks like sand to me.] He kicked some of it up in the air.
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Post by Morndakiél on Jun 23, 2006 9:06:40 GMT -5
"Ah..." Pause. "Come to my ship." She bgan to prance off toward the medium-sized something-or-other-of-a-ship her mother had given her, hoping the Wookiee would follow. "We can fly to...a large city of Tatooine...and get a mechanic, right? Are there any large cities on Tatooine?"
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