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"Yeah, we need a lot more booze. The pilot can't object if we're not spending his money!" Koren said, then almost laugh as he was asked about his partner, Tzaar. He had gotten the question many times since he earned the life debt of the Trandoshan, usually he gave a funny but vague answer, one that didn't reveal too much information as it was usually strangers who asked him, not people he'd be working with, like the one asking now, so he tried to give a decent answer.

"It's a long story, but he owes me a life debt, he was about to be put of it after getting into a 'disagreement' with another bounty hunter, so I blasted the back of the man who was about to gun down Tzaar's head open. The shot surprised everyone else enough that Tzaar managed to take out the other he was fighting, then pledged the debt to me. Ever since then we've been the best of pals," Koren said, a grin appearing on his face as he gave the seated reptile a glance before turning his attention back to Null. "Though, he'd never admit that himself. Ahahaha."

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We'll move the plot forward tommorow (e.g. get to kicking some hostage taking ass).

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

"It shall be done, Lord Crusade," Kadan replied, grasping the Jedi lightsaber he was handed by Crusade, glancing at it for a moment before speaking once more. "I shall keep my eyes on them as they move, then when the time is correct I shall strike them down in clear day with the weapon of their 'protectors'. The Jedi will be unprepared for the coming storm." He added, as he finished speaking, his voice confident and brimming with readiness. Then he bowed his head towards Crusade, before exiting the room, giving Naraal and Vera quick looks that could be taken as ones of either good luck or a warning not to fail.

The door shut automatically behind him as he moved away the bridge, entering a small room behind a door on the side wall. It was a simple one with a bed and a container in the front. He wasn't going to sleep, instead he opened the container, removing clothing from it, brown robes, those of a Jedi knight. As he put the robes on, the imagery of it begin to bring back some deeply contained memories. Then he looked at his newly acquired lightsaber, igniting it, the deep blue blade emerging. It was the exact same color as his first lightsaber, the one he first built when he was a Jedi. This combined with the strange feeling of putting on the robes of a Jedi caused flashes of his past to blast through his mind. Beginning with one of his training as a Jedi, then of his former master, then finally him standing among the corpses of many dead Trandoshans, their bodies twisted and contorted, lightsaber cut marks on many of them.

The memories did not conjure up feelings of regret nor sadness, but rather anger. Anger in himself that he had not properly burned such visions out of his mind. A rare flair of severe emotion came out of the Sith as he rose his free hand towards the wall, unleashing a subconscious bolt of lightning, the lightning slamming into the hard wall of the ship, not enough to rip it open as it was several layers of hard metal, but enough to create a scalding black mark where the bolt landed. He blinked in surprise, then clipped the Jedi lightsaber to his belt, then his actual weapon, his red bladed blade into a large pocket on his pant leg, where he could pull it out in a worst case scenario, which would not happen. Finally, he placed his Sith robes on the bed, then exited the room, sealing it behind him. Then he moved to where the prisoners were being kept, ready to release them once the ship landed and begin the mission.

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Chev said
Having trouble posting guys, the guild is going up and down at random intervals for me.

Just gotta be on at the right time

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Koren continued dancing, watching as Null seemingly swooned around him. He just needed to not mess it up, so he continued dancing, closer to her and finishing off his first bottle as his trandoshan companion, Tzaar wandered in, the large reptile taking a seat and saying a few words to Koren, who he owed a life debt to.

"It's fun being the life of the party, you should try it sometime. Just kick back for once you big brute," Koren said back with a silly grin, then popped open the drink he was handed. "We'll be back cracking skulls soon. The galaxy loves the combo of the dastardly good looking Zeltron and his hulking reptilian partner in crime. Maybe there will be some Wookies for you to hunt." He added, then turned back to Null, a flirty smile on his face as he watched her move, he too doing the same.

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Asura said

Accepted, welcome, sidekick!

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"A fellow alcoholic, how enchanting! One with a much bleaker outlook though, but we can change that." Koren said, pointing a finger at the gungan as he approached the man, then paused, finding what he was looking for. He pulled out a bottle of generic beer, weak and cheap, but that was the point, he could drink many of them before falling on his face black out drunk. He popped it open, raising the drink upwards, as if he was saluting those around him, then took a long swig. Then with his other free hand he pulled out several more bottles, placing them on one of the tables.

The Zeltron paused, glancing around the room before he found an electronic device in the corner of the room, a stereo, perfect. He started pressing buttons on it before he found something he could groove to and liven up the ship. It was swing type music, some kind you would hear in a sleezy spaceport bar filled with drunks and pilots. He started dancing along to it, slightly moving his arms and hips, before turning to everyone else, his drink still in hand.

"You know what they call this type of music?" He asked before taking a sip, then speaking once more after swallowing the booze. "Jizz. Yeah, I'm completely serious, who thinks of a name like that for music." He then started dancing harder, opening his mouth to speak once more.

"Eight hours? I know I how to kill time like that, easy."

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"Jeez, flyboy, I'm just trying to settle an important issue." Koren replied, flashing a smile as Corran continued rambling on about how they were annoying him or something, he stopped paying attention to some important bits.

"I don't think he likes our company, I don't know why, two beautiful people like us." He said, turning to Null and flashing a familiar flirty grin which he had turned on many women before, with varying results. Then another womanwalked in, making a remark about Corran which made the Zeltron laugh a compulsive laugh.

"Why I prefer blasting them away from a sizable distance, it's a lot less cleanup, burns a hole straight through whoever you're shooting at." He said to Therra, quickly unholstering his pistol, spinning it, then blowing on the barrel, jokingly imitating some trick from some movie he saw long ago. Koren snapped his pistol back down, reholstering it with another quick smile.

"I'm going to go raid the booze cabinet, I'll pray to myself that those damned plastic boys who cleaned up the ship left some for us," Koren said, moving out of the cockpit. "You ladies are free to join me, the pilot too, but he seems like he'd rather take a snooze or whatever." Then with that he was out, bounding towards the crew lounge.

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knighthawk said
Dropped the ship, added a personality.Mumbin Marsune Gungan35Male2.2 meters60 KgWhen not in his usual leathers, he dons his work clothes of a with all his tools for the job rigged to the harness. Since the suit uses a passive technology he can walk right through sensor sweeps without setting off an alarm, for his armor anyways.He carries two matching blasters with twin but only claims one. If he knows he is in a 'poodoo passing the propeller' situation, he bring his double set of carbine with all intent of being the last one breathing. One might think that with the constant duplicate arms that he is a two weapon fighter,in truth he really hates to reload in the middle of a fight. He keeps constant pressure on with suppression fire from the hold out while grabbing the next weapon in line.If he is ever forced into melee, he slips on a pair of medical to stop hearts with a punch by not using both to make the circuit needed to save a life. Being a gungan, he still has ties to his warrior ways but blends reliable tools with modern technology by flinging grenades made the same size as the booma ball. He prefers stun grenades and ion explosives to drop targets without damaging property or salvageable equipment from the fallen.Medical kit, Grappling spike launcher, Security kit, blaster repair kit.His personal was a relic from nearly thirty years ago and he did his best to keep it up to par with what money he could spare. What was once the elite of royal defenders was now a common technology simply in a delightful package that he had plated in an azure tint of metallic blue with matte green. He had a dedicated droid that he saved from critical systems failure by slaving it permanently to the onboard system. He has sold this off years ago and has made it a personal goal to buy his ship back from that Tattooine Toydarian.As a personal effect, he tries to color all his possessions with cobalt blue and matte green.A drunken lout that has trouble turning down a bottle. He used to be an up and comer but now he's a washout putting himself through the ringer to be an up and comer the second time around. He has a permanent disdain for humans and an outright hatred for the emperor for the genocide of his people. One day he hopes to do enough to stand before the emperor and put a hole through the wrinkled bastards head.-Starfreighter pilot. He can troop transport most things from A to B without complication, but if things get hot then get a specialist in the seat.-Starfighter combatant. This is far more his comfort zone, he cuts through the sky like he swims in the water. -short-range to mid-range combat. While he can use melee or longrifles as needed, these are skills kept to survive but not his focus compared to pistol and atl-atl grenades.-Mobility. Being a gungan, he is already a swimmer that could compete with some of the best in the worlds and able to hold their breath for nearly a half hour. Those powerful muscles, while seemingly uncoordinated on land by walking and running standards, can still leap and climb with a daily trained skill to get him into places and positions most others either don't consider in the heat of battle or need equipment to obtain the same location.-Medic, he can patch himself and others up as needed.-Memorable. Gungans are a rare sight off of nabo, as such he is fairly easy to track on security and word of mouth.-Alcoholic. Bottle for breakfast, bottle for lunch and a sensible dinner to keep his rations reserved.-Arachnophobia. Wound up in a webweaver's nest on kashyyk, he saw the dripping fangs of a hundred burst babies crawling up him before he finally managed to free himself.He was a child during the battle of Naboo, but the loss of gungan lives including both of his folks was kept in song for the next generation, his generation. He was raised in a military academy for those like him, for years he was another warrior in the making like all the others until the rise of palpatine to power. Gungans were swiftly made into an endangered species overnight as they were wiped from galactic memory. He was part of a group who broke into the palace for their starships and cut through the blockade. Now they were free, now they were alone.They started as an all gungan merc-group, but one by one they fell away or added on a mate until it no longer resembled what it once was. He fell away too, after an incident on the wookiee world, he crawled into a bottle for about a year and slept in his starship to save rent for booze. Finally he hit bottom and had the moment of clarity when he sold his starship for almost nothing just to have another drink, he was still drinking over a bottle a day but he knew he had to do something more so he got back into the game if nothing more than to afford his habit and crawled his way back up the ladder one rung at a time until he stood shoulder to shoulder with mandalorians.

Accepted

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The Imperial star destroyer Kaiser sits silently in space, on the outer edge of a quiet star system, its patrol put aside for the moment in favor of a different type of operation, one involving several paid men and women who were contacted about undergoing some missions in the Empire's name, missions they were either too proud or too occupied to do themselves. A briefing has just ended for the team of mercenaries and bounty hunters, they now all have settled onto their new home, "The Saber", a specially modified YT - 1300 freighter formerly owned by Corran Halcyon, one of them men on the team.

The Saber makes it way away from the star destroyer, as both ships begin to initiate their hyperdrives, sending them in different directions. Inside of the Saber, the crew gets acclimated with each other as well as the ship. Their first mission, a simple rescue one, they have been tasked to head for the planet Allyuen, a remote mining world in the Outer Rim. The team must find and safely bring back Captain Jak Adderson, who was captured by pirates after his ship was shot down after a failed recon mission over the planet. He has been confirmed as alive and somewhere on the planet's surface

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"So if we end up getting shot at by pirates, I get to man the cannon, right? Because I really want to. You know, that thing is not much harder than using a blaster, which I am brilliant with," Koren Valcato said, his words quick, with a feeling of energy to them as the red skinned Zeltron pestered Corran Halycon, who sat at the ship's controls in the cockpit of the Saber. Annoying the man from his standing position behind the pilot's chair. "You know, guys like us gotta be pals, we have such close sounding names, there has to be something more to it."

"Pirates won't even know what hit them, man!" Koren added, scratching his arm, then seemingly twitching nervously as he waited for Corran to acknowledge his presence. His blaster pistol hanging noticeably off the belt of his non combat slacks.