Chapatrap
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STATUS: I can't believe this site is 9 years old lol I remember the old site moving over to this one 3 yrs ago
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I can't believe this site is 9 years old lol I remember the old site moving over to this one
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I love the North, it's so quaintly barbaric.
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Still check in from time-to-time though. This website literally hasn't changed since Mahz migrated it over like 8 years ago lol
BTW, anyone from Minecraft Forum/RPGuild days who remembers me (especially among the Precipice/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon circles), hit me up on PM! I won't reply super quickly but I will eventually hit you guys back!
Still check in from time-to-time though. This website literally hasn't changed since Mahz migrated it over like 8 years ago lol
BTW, anyone from Minecraft Forum/RPGuild days who remembers me (especially among the Precipice/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon circles), hit me up on PM! I won't reply super quickly but I will eventually hit you guys back!
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This is shaping up to be some bar fight.
Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa
The Trandoshan thought for a moment. 'If it were me, I'd head for a space port and nick someone's ship' he began slowly. 'But Jedi are not like that. They're more likely to try and catch up with a smuggler in a cantina or sommin' and get a ride to...wherever Jedi go'. He felt fairly confident with the answer until something crossed his mind. 'There's probably millions of cantina's, pubs and bars all over Nar Shadaa. We'd be bleedin' mad to look at them all' he said, feeling somewhat crestfallen. Maybe if I asked around in the bars, someone might of heard. 'I suppose we should start asking around. There was a Jedi sighted in this area earlier so people might know what they're looking for'. He thought back to Joshua and wondered where the Jedi was. Most likely running for his life or shivering behind a crate. He could even be dead. Balkk didn't really care any more. Unless Joshua was a target, it didn't really matter.
Balkk to his hand off his blaster holster. He was going to trust Embo for now. However, he was staying on edge. He had heard the name before and it usually had negative connotations attached. This alien was dangerous, possibly more so than Balkk himself. Thank fuck we're on the same side then! The Trandoshan turned, ready to start his search, and was immediately thrown from his feet by a group of rushing Weequay, who had shoved him out of their way. As he got to one knee, swearing softly and preparing to gun down the cheeky buggers, he heard a snippet of their conversation. '-over by Smugglers Waterhole. Noghri with a lightsabre whip-thing. Feelus just called me, told me he took out half of the bar. Can't have big fella's takin' out on our turf' Balkk got onto his feet, brushing the dust off of his tunic and looked back at Embo. 'You hear that?' he grinned. 'Lightsabre whip-thing. Might be a Jedi. Hunting might be easier than I thought. Come on, lets see where these twats go'.
He took off at a brisk jogging pace, following the path of the Weequay's. He made sure to keep a sharp eye on the pirates, who pushed, shoved and swore their way through the crowd. Not once did the scaly humanoids glance back to see a hooded Trandoshan following them. Amateurs. Looks like we'll have to finish these silly bastards down before they get this Noghri The bounty hunter had never faced a Noghri before, let alone a Noghri with a lightsabre whip-thing. But he was prepared for the worst. The pirates turned a corner and slowed down. They were approaching their target. Balkk also slowed down and stopped at the corner. He took a glance around the corner. There were 6 Weequay, all slowly forming a semi-circle around the cantina entrance. A sign above it said 'Smugglers Waterhole'. This is the place. Balkk slowly took his stun blaster from it's holster. Last round. 6 shots. 6 pirates Balkk felt his heartbeat increase. He was preparing for a confrontation with the pirates. He slowly slid around the corner and watched the events that unfolded.
The Weequay all had blasters. Some curious onlookers watched them but a majority hurried past, weary of people with guns. From inside the cantina, the sound of blaster shots and the distinct noise of a lightsabre being waved around. The door open and a crowd of people rushed out. The Weequay looked on, trying to catch a glimpse of the supposed Jedi. Balkk watched as the Weequay stood on, waiting for the stream of the crowd disappear. All entered when the doorway was clear and Balkk hurried after them. He stopped at the doorway, however. He reached around his back and drew out his slugthrower. I'll need bigger weaponry if this goes wrong He stuck the stun blaster back into it's holster. He glanced around to confirm Embo had his back and then entered the cantina in a crouched position, ready for action.
Nar Shadaa
The Trandoshan thought for a moment. 'If it were me, I'd head for a space port and nick someone's ship' he began slowly. 'But Jedi are not like that. They're more likely to try and catch up with a smuggler in a cantina or sommin' and get a ride to...wherever Jedi go'. He felt fairly confident with the answer until something crossed his mind. 'There's probably millions of cantina's, pubs and bars all over Nar Shadaa. We'd be bleedin' mad to look at them all' he said, feeling somewhat crestfallen. Maybe if I asked around in the bars, someone might of heard. 'I suppose we should start asking around. There was a Jedi sighted in this area earlier so people might know what they're looking for'. He thought back to Joshua and wondered where the Jedi was. Most likely running for his life or shivering behind a crate. He could even be dead. Balkk didn't really care any more. Unless Joshua was a target, it didn't really matter.
Balkk to his hand off his blaster holster. He was going to trust Embo for now. However, he was staying on edge. He had heard the name before and it usually had negative connotations attached. This alien was dangerous, possibly more so than Balkk himself. Thank fuck we're on the same side then! The Trandoshan turned, ready to start his search, and was immediately thrown from his feet by a group of rushing Weequay, who had shoved him out of their way. As he got to one knee, swearing softly and preparing to gun down the cheeky buggers, he heard a snippet of their conversation. '-over by Smugglers Waterhole. Noghri with a lightsabre whip-thing. Feelus just called me, told me he took out half of the bar. Can't have big fella's takin' out on our turf' Balkk got onto his feet, brushing the dust off of his tunic and looked back at Embo. 'You hear that?' he grinned. 'Lightsabre whip-thing. Might be a Jedi. Hunting might be easier than I thought. Come on, lets see where these twats go'.
He took off at a brisk jogging pace, following the path of the Weequay's. He made sure to keep a sharp eye on the pirates, who pushed, shoved and swore their way through the crowd. Not once did the scaly humanoids glance back to see a hooded Trandoshan following them. Amateurs. Looks like we'll have to finish these silly bastards down before they get this Noghri The bounty hunter had never faced a Noghri before, let alone a Noghri with a lightsabre whip-thing. But he was prepared for the worst. The pirates turned a corner and slowed down. They were approaching their target. Balkk also slowed down and stopped at the corner. He took a glance around the corner. There were 6 Weequay, all slowly forming a semi-circle around the cantina entrance. A sign above it said 'Smugglers Waterhole'. This is the place. Balkk slowly took his stun blaster from it's holster. Last round. 6 shots. 6 pirates Balkk felt his heartbeat increase. He was preparing for a confrontation with the pirates. He slowly slid around the corner and watched the events that unfolded.
The Weequay all had blasters. Some curious onlookers watched them but a majority hurried past, weary of people with guns. From inside the cantina, the sound of blaster shots and the distinct noise of a lightsabre being waved around. The door open and a crowd of people rushed out. The Weequay looked on, trying to catch a glimpse of the supposed Jedi. Balkk watched as the Weequay stood on, waiting for the stream of the crowd disappear. All entered when the doorway was clear and Balkk hurried after them. He stopped at the doorway, however. He reached around his back and drew out his slugthrower. I'll need bigger weaponry if this goes wrong He stuck the stun blaster back into it's holster. He glanced around to confirm Embo had his back and then entered the cantina in a crouched position, ready for action.
I'll have an app up soon. I've had exams and shit so I don't have time to commit to hardcore RP's at the minute.
Imperfectionist said
Maybe carnivorous newts could infest the Thames?
I don't think anything has infested the Thames since the 1600's :P.
Some good ideas up here, Sep. Take heed.
Sep said
As a Scotsman I appreciate this.
And as an Englishmen I sniff haughty and turn my back on you.
App up maybe Friday.
Sep said
If any of you guys have any idea for some nice mutated animals you want in, now is the time to begin planning them out.
Roger the Racist Badger and the Crack Fox.
England isn't known for its awesome animals.
I'll get a post out this evening.
Interested. Good idea putting it in London!
Posted. Sorry for the delay!
Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa
An entire womp rat had been skewered on a stick, cooked over an open fire for hours and sprinkled with salt. Balkk was impressed that it was just 10 credits, to say the most. The dirty Gungan's had done a decent job. He left the Gungan's stall and found a quiet area to stand and eat it. He leaned on a building at the side of the market and tucked in/ As he sunk his teeth into the meaty hide, he almost heard his protesting stomach go silent. Several minutes passed as Balkk silently went through the meat, his beady eyes watching the street in front of him. He heard a group of Weequay talking loudly about a Jedi they had just had a gun fight with and smiled to himself. If a large group of thugs had struggled to take him down, he highly doubted a small group of pirates with blasters could. He picked a bone from his teeth and flicked it to the ground. Now, for the limbs. As he began tucking into the thigh of the skewered rat, he felt a presence beside him.
He glanced around in time for the alien to begin talking in a low voice. 'You should have shot him when you first saw him. Or used a detonator. You made a fool of yourself' it said. 'You what?' answered Balkk, his voice slightly muffled by a mouth full of meat. How long's he been standing there? The alien moved to the front of him and for a moment, the Trandoshan wondered if he was being mugged. 'My boss is hiring you, and you now work for me. Triple your current pay and you might just learn something along the way. Your choice' said the alien. Balkk took an almighty swallow, clearing his mouth of meat. He winced slightly as a bone scratched the side of his throat. 'Who the fuck are you?' he replied, standing to his full height. The bounty hunter was slightly annoyed at the patronising ton of the aliens tone. His vulgar question went unanswered, however, as the alien was already waking away.
Triple pay? To work for this fucker...? His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out his holo-communicator. He tapped a few buttons onto it and waited patiently a few moments. A stern looking human man appeared on the screen. 'Well? Is he dead?' demanded the man. 'No. Half of Nar Shadda is looking for him now' growled the Trandoshan. 'Oh, you useless pile of scales!' shouted the man, a vein popping out on his neck. 'What now? You're not getting paid if you don't kill him!'. 'Depends how much I'm getting paid' answered Balkk, already bored of this conversation. His employer was some high ranking official on Coruscant and quite a snobbish, annoying man. '10,000 credits is the agreed amount. And I'm not going any higher, you blithering lizard!' The man was shouting again, so Balkk turned off his communicator. He looked into the crowd. The wide brimmed hat was still visible in the crowd, down the street a bit. 30,000 sounds nice. And if I play my cards right, I can still get 10,000 off of that Corellian twat.
The piece of skewered meat was dropped to the floor, forgotten. The Trandoshan wasn't hungry any more. He was slightly suspicious, however. Last time he had trusted a dangerous looking alien he had been dropped onto a forest moon and spent two days thinking about his life. He shook the thought out of his head. That was years ago. I'll finish him if he tries anything on me. 30,000 credits will get the Jawa's off my back about that star fighter and leave me with a bit of money to update. The Trandoshan smiled and rubbed his hands together. This was going to work well. He squinted down the street and could still see the wide brimmed hat in the crowd. He made a decision.
He pushed through the street for several minutes until he caught up with his new employer. He walked in stride beside him and lifted his hood over his head. 'Who do you want dead?' he asked quietly. His hand reached down to his stun blaster behind his cloak. If the alien tried anything, he had a round to finish him off with and escape.
Nar Shadaa
An entire womp rat had been skewered on a stick, cooked over an open fire for hours and sprinkled with salt. Balkk was impressed that it was just 10 credits, to say the most. The dirty Gungan's had done a decent job. He left the Gungan's stall and found a quiet area to stand and eat it. He leaned on a building at the side of the market and tucked in/ As he sunk his teeth into the meaty hide, he almost heard his protesting stomach go silent. Several minutes passed as Balkk silently went through the meat, his beady eyes watching the street in front of him. He heard a group of Weequay talking loudly about a Jedi they had just had a gun fight with and smiled to himself. If a large group of thugs had struggled to take him down, he highly doubted a small group of pirates with blasters could. He picked a bone from his teeth and flicked it to the ground. Now, for the limbs. As he began tucking into the thigh of the skewered rat, he felt a presence beside him.
He glanced around in time for the alien to begin talking in a low voice. 'You should have shot him when you first saw him. Or used a detonator. You made a fool of yourself' it said. 'You what?' answered Balkk, his voice slightly muffled by a mouth full of meat. How long's he been standing there? The alien moved to the front of him and for a moment, the Trandoshan wondered if he was being mugged. 'My boss is hiring you, and you now work for me. Triple your current pay and you might just learn something along the way. Your choice' said the alien. Balkk took an almighty swallow, clearing his mouth of meat. He winced slightly as a bone scratched the side of his throat. 'Who the fuck are you?' he replied, standing to his full height. The bounty hunter was slightly annoyed at the patronising ton of the aliens tone. His vulgar question went unanswered, however, as the alien was already waking away.
Triple pay? To work for this fucker...? His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out his holo-communicator. He tapped a few buttons onto it and waited patiently a few moments. A stern looking human man appeared on the screen. 'Well? Is he dead?' demanded the man. 'No. Half of Nar Shadda is looking for him now' growled the Trandoshan. 'Oh, you useless pile of scales!' shouted the man, a vein popping out on his neck. 'What now? You're not getting paid if you don't kill him!'. 'Depends how much I'm getting paid' answered Balkk, already bored of this conversation. His employer was some high ranking official on Coruscant and quite a snobbish, annoying man. '10,000 credits is the agreed amount. And I'm not going any higher, you blithering lizard!' The man was shouting again, so Balkk turned off his communicator. He looked into the crowd. The wide brimmed hat was still visible in the crowd, down the street a bit. 30,000 sounds nice. And if I play my cards right, I can still get 10,000 off of that Corellian twat.
The piece of skewered meat was dropped to the floor, forgotten. The Trandoshan wasn't hungry any more. He was slightly suspicious, however. Last time he had trusted a dangerous looking alien he had been dropped onto a forest moon and spent two days thinking about his life. He shook the thought out of his head. That was years ago. I'll finish him if he tries anything on me. 30,000 credits will get the Jawa's off my back about that star fighter and leave me with a bit of money to update. The Trandoshan smiled and rubbed his hands together. This was going to work well. He squinted down the street and could still see the wide brimmed hat in the crowd. He made a decision.
He pushed through the street for several minutes until he caught up with his new employer. He walked in stride beside him and lifted his hood over his head. 'Who do you want dead?' he asked quietly. His hand reached down to his stun blaster behind his cloak. If the alien tried anything, he had a round to finish him off with and escape.
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