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Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

Sep, I've been meaning to say. That click for steam wallet codes is a scam. It requires you to download the 'code' after you get the required number of clicks. So, beware.

The New Order(Post WW3 RP)

Sep said
Oh well, Scotland is gone.

You can still make some kind of Alex Salmond insurgency in the Highlands.

The New Order(Post WW3 RP)

I'll have to agree with Aaron. It's already canon that China is alive and well, fighting proxy wars in Africa and Southern Asia.. This isn't world war two, where China was weak agrarian nation while Japan was industrialising like fuck. China has replaced Russia as the world number two, for god sakes. Japan isn't even able to fully declare war any more, let alone raise a powerful enough army to face China and dem nukes. And don't say they got in democratically or I'll internet shoot you with the canon.

Yeah, I'll post soon. Busy.

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Posteded. I've had him see that 'guy', hurry out of the alley and go get something to eat, so it looks like Joshua and Balkk will be separated again.

I'm crying too, Joshua :P

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Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa


Balkk fell back in surprise as the bin he had his back to was picked up and flung towards the gang of thugs, scattering them and the bins contents across the floor. Another large metal bin flew past his head and went straight into the crowd again. The stream of blaster shots subsided although the occasional shot still blasted towards the Jedi, who was now quickly escaping through the wall. He watched as the Jedi pulled out a lump of the wall, jumped through and placed it inside again. Balkk got to his feet slowly. His heart rate was slowing and the pain in his shin gradually came back. He hissed in pain and leaned his arm onto the wall. His leg was held just above the ground and now that he could see it, it looked like a flesh wound. The heat of the lightsaber had cut a wound and then immediately sealed it again, leaving a thick welt of burned skin. Blood still oozed from it but not to the extent when the wound had first been cut. It hurt to walk on. But the pain wasn't unbearable.

The bounty hunter glanced to the mouth of the alley. The thugs were picking themselves up and already a small group were heading off to pursue the Jedi. They ignored the bounty hunter, too concerned with capturing their prize who was rapidly. Balkk wasn't in so much of a rush. He would meet Joshua again, he was sure. He knew what he looked like and what he sounded like. He walked to the back wall, that looked ready to collapse but his eyes were on his sword that had been scattered by various stray shots to the back of the wall. As he slid it back into it's sheath behind his cloak, he felt that familiar feeling. Someone was watching.

He turned his head. The thugs were all gone, apart from those stunned or on the ground. One solitary being stood in the light, casting a shadow down the alley that had just minutes ago been alight with blaster fire. He wore a hood and a long cloak that covered his entire body so his features were unseen by the bounty hunter. It just stood there, staring at him from the darkness of it's hood. The events that had happened around him hadn't effected him at all and Balkk had a feeling he had been standing there for a long time. The Trandoshan's hand fell the hilt of his gun and clutched it, ready to bring it out if there came trouble. This being was eerily calm and he didn't like it. The turned his heel and walked away. He was swallowed by the crowds in seconds. Balkk's hand dropped from his weapon when he felt it was safe.

The Trandoshan was uneasy. As he approached the stunned bodies and mess of rubbish, he quickened his pace. No need to get caught hanging around this mess. He saw the Wookie who had fired at him lay in a pile of rubbish. It's legs were trapped underneath an overturned dumpster yet it showed symptoms of being stunned. This Wookie had no doubt been hit by one of the stray stun shots. If it hadn't been, the Wookie would of longed escape. It's eyes still moved and glared at the Trandoshan as he strode past. Balkk gave it a small wink but still quickened his pace, which had developed a minor limp due to the pain on his shin. He did not want to be around when that Wookie could move again, for they were known to rip limbs out of sockets.

Once out onto the street again, he found himself pondering over what to do now. He mixed with the crowds once again, this time not concerned about the Jedi. Hunt down the Jedi seemed like a good idea but then, he saw another group of gungans cooking meat over a spit. His stomach protested loudly and Balkk gave in. He was starving and didn't care what the meat was as long as it was edible.

Food came first. The Jedi would meet his maker later.

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O, my messiah!

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That new Scottish princess can look after herself, doe.

I'll post later. Are all the thugs dead/dispersed or am I still fighting them?

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A replacement master Jedi? I agree wholeheartedly.

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Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa
The same alley

'This is the first time anyone has called me overgrown, Jedi' growled Balkk. His 's' came out as a slight hiss, making the sentence longer than it needed to be. The bounty hunter was infamously short for a Trandoshan, standing at a measly five foot ten inches. He was slightly irritated that the Jedi had blocked a full round of stun shots. The Jedi usually weren't that good. But then again, the only Jedi he had fought had been inexperienced Padawan's who were usually being overwhelmed by droid fire anyway. Seeing as it would just waste time trying to reload the blaster, he put it back in it's holster and clutched the sword with two hands. There was silence for a few moments as lizard and man stood in the alley, almost daring each other to make the first move. He never took his eyes off of the Jedi, who seemed to be doing the same. A thought suddenly popped into his head. 'Not a Jedi? Nothing changes. Whether you're from some dead order or just a pretender, I don't care. I'm still going to kill you and hand your ugly carcass over to th-'.

The hunter stopped mid-sentence and his eyes narrowed. A group was forming at the mouth of the alleyway. They were of various races, some large, some small. All carried weapons, however. He realised what was going happen just seconds before it began. Time seemed to slow. as three bolts flew past Balkk's head and went straight into the wall behind him. He dived to the scum-covered ground, dropping his sword in the process. The group was slowly growing bigger and all were firing straight towards him. No, not towards me...Towards the Jedi.. The bounty hunter glanced to his left and saw his saviour, pushed against the wall - a dumpster. The bounty hunter began a quick crawl towards it, keeping his head low to avoid the ever increasing amount of blaster bolts that flew around him. When behind the dumpster, he went on one knee and kept his head down. To his right, a whole barrage of red and blue shots went past, all hitting the back wall. The wall was beginning to crumble before the Trandoshan's eyes, with large lumps of rock falling to reveal the fragile plaster beneath.

Fuckers...Trying to get my bounty. The Trandoshan felt behind his cloak and grabbed his stun blaster from it's holster. He fitted in a new round in seconds. He had been playing with blasters for almost 20 years now and reloading was almost second nature to him now. He knew he did not have enough ammo to take out all of them. If he started stunning a few now, it would save slug bullets later. The bounty hunter took a deep breathe and took a peek over the top of the dumpster. The crowd of thugs was still growing as more and more joined in the fun. The Jedi Balkk ignored and he instead took a few shots towards the crowd of assailants. A human immediately fell to the ground, entering a rigor mortis that was common in stun shots. He let loose an entire round, each shot hitting an attacker. However, where one would fall, another would step over the body to take it's place. A large Wookie noticed his presence and let loose a growl. It was clutching a crossblaster and took a few shots towards him. Balkk immediately put his head down below the dumpster, reloading as he did. The shots flew where Balkk's head had been seconds before and landed straight into the ground in front of him, leaving burn marks in the ground.

'Shit' gasped Balkk, amazed at his own luck. A shot like that would of killed him instantly. This time, he lifted his weapon over his head and blindly let loose another full round of shots. I can't keep doing this. There's too many. He filled in another round to his stun blaster. He had 3 rounds left. This time, before firing, he glanced over the dumpster. They had noticed him by now and a few were firing in his direction. Most directed their fire to the Jedi, however. He put his head down and let forth another blind round into the crowd. Two rounds... He fired blindly again, hoping his shots were hitting. Last round... Balkk hesitated. He rarely wasted this many rounds and besides, he might need them later for the Jedi. Now, it was time to start making a plan to escape.

Up. He glanced above his head. Balconies lined the buildings above him. All were too high and too unprotected to bother trying. If he were a Jedi, he could jump up there without a second thought and be gone. Down. The Trandoshan looked at the ground at his feet. Solid stone. He shook his head. Left. This was where the attackers were coming from and, more importantly, where the barrage of blaster bolts came from. If he were better equipped, he could of attacked them all head-on. But no. He had wasted a lot of credits on his star fighter, which at this moment seemed like a waste of money. Right. To his right, the alleys back wall that was slowly being tore to pieces by the constant barrage of shots. His sword lay on the ground, occasionally being scattered by runaway shots. As he watched a piece of stone fall off, revealing the plaster, the beginnings of an idea came to his mind. If he could get through that wall somehow, he could make his break away escape. However, he didn't know what was on the other side of the wall. A building, another alley, maybe even an abyss. He didn't know. However, it was his only chance of survival right now. He would need to get there without being shot to pieces. He also needed the wall to collapse before he could run through it.

So I'd better sit tight until that happens. He didn't care where the Jedi was now. All that mattered now was his own survival.

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Now that is one badass looking spider.