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Alright, that was a very big IC post with a ton of movement. I'll give a summary right now. The six men are (surprise, surprise) outlaws.

  • Dewey and Foster are in the saloon, their goal was to start a fight which would keep eyes away from the bank. Dewey had three nameless goons with him. All in the bar are focused on the cover taking Clay while his dad the sheriff lies injured on the floor. Five more goons entered from the back.
  • Owen was initially in the saloon but was ordered to help Horace who just robbed the general store. He launched himself out a window and chased after Horace who went down an alley, many townsfolk's eyes on him.
  • Rio and Dillard just emerged from there with loot and are crossing the street to go for their horses.
  • Five goons emerged from a carriage that was parked in town. They entered the bar room from the back, I'm making the bar room out to be a large place. There's plenty of places to take cover.
  • All the outlaws in the bar are focused on killing Clayton, it's opportune time for your characters to shoot at them if they so please do so. They could also have run outside and seen the action happen there.
  • Your characters can shoot at any of the outlaws, no guarantee they'll kill them. Foster is pretty well tucked behind cover, as is Dewey.
The ruckus continued as both the lawmen watched it unfold. William let out a deep sigh as he stood away from it, watchful for anyone that used a weapon. Fists and thrown chairs were one thing, but if a dagger or gun were drawn then there was a greater chance of a life being taken. Luckily he did not see any of the brawlers make that decision, just honest punches and kicks.

"These things tend to die quickly, son. Just watch if any of these drunks go beyond throwing punches." William exclaimed as a man was thrown to the ground to his left. Well if anyone decided to go after him or his kid then he'd be able to chuck them in the brig. Towards one side of the room the two strangers, Foster and Owen, had smirks on their faces. Owen had taken a right hook to the nose, and a bit of blood was leaking but it wasn't too bad. The situation was going just as they wanted.

As the fight dragged on noise came from outside the saloon. Horace sprinted out of a doorway, over one of his shoulders was a linen bag full of something. Guns, ammo, money, alcohol, tobacco, whatever valuable he had just gotten from the store he robbed. The sheriff's office had one deputy in it, some old fellow napping on the job. The robbed storekeeper had emerged a moment after Horace, a rifle in his hand.

"Ay! Stop that man, he just robbed my stock. Gonna give him a licking." The shopkeeper yelled, then rose his rifle up and aimed it towards Horace, the criminal kicking up dust with every boot that hit the ground. He squeezed the trigger and a bullet blasted out of the gun, it slammed into the ground just behind the thief. The gunshot drew the attention of everyone in the area, including many in the bar sober enough to realize it.

"Sheriff, someone robbed Smith's store! Look there!" Billy the pianist exclaimed as he pointed out one of the windows. Horace was still booking it away from the store as the shopkeeper fired another shot which went wide. The outlaw had drawn his revolver and returned fire as he ran, one of the two shots he fired had impacted into Smith's knee and sent him to the ground in pain. Horace kept on foot as townsfolk stared in surprise and shock.

William drew his own handgun and took one step towards the door, but another bullet rang out, this time from inside the saloon. The shard of metal slammed into the lawman's hand and exploded out the other side. William let out a scream and a loud profanity as his hand was punctured and his weapon bounced across the floor, far out of reach. He went down in pain, as blood oozed from the wound.

Foster's drawn revolver smoked as he watched the sheriff go down. Owen had dashed towards the back of the room and flipped over a table. He too had his piece drawn and cocked. As Foster aimed to fire another shot at William, and finish the elder lawman, a shot impacted inches away from his neck. It splintered the wood as Clayton Beck aimed towards his father's assailant, a look of intense rage on his face.

"Everyone, clear out of here! We got outlaws in Soursprings!" Clayton screamed as he squeezed the trigger of his iron once more. This time his shot made contact with Foster who yelped out in shock as he was hit in the left shoulder. The outlaw went to the floor behind an overturned table as Clayton fired another shot which sprang up more wood splinters but no blood. Many of the bar's patrons made for the exit, others laid on the floor with their hands over their heads.

"Owen, get outta here, go help Horace! Dewey you drunk fuck, kill that fucking kid!" Foster ordered from his position, Owen did as was ordered and launched himself out a nearby window. He landed in a heap of glass outside of the saloon but was one his feet as he sprinted after Horace who turned down an alleyway. The scarred Dewey and his three friends had drawn their pieces and taken cover around the saloon. One of them rose up and fired at the deputy.

Clayton grunted as he felt intense pain in his right leg. He had gotten nailed and it stung like nothing he'd ever felt before. He charged towards the bar and launched himself over it, glasses tumbled all over the place as he inadvertently knocked them off the counter. He clenched his revolver, his back to the thugs as they were zeroed in on him. Two bullets zinged over the bar and missed everything. He had his hands over his head as the situation continued to spiral out of control.

Total chaos continued outside of the saloon. Rio and Dillard emerged from the front entrance of the bank, each man with a bag of loot in one hand, and their revolver in the other. They rushed towards their horses as sweat poured down their faces. Inside the bank laid two dead townsfolk that tried to jump the bank-robbers. The bank teller was in tears at the carnage of it all. Behind the saloon a drawn carriage's cargo was revealed as the flap of fabric covering it was pushed away, five men emerged. Each one carried a revolver, several of them with their faces covered. They were more of the outlaws' assembled thugs.

The group rushed in through the back door of the saloon. In an instance they poured in from the back of the bar room. Three knocked over a large table then tucked behind it, one more stayed in the back doorway, and the fifth ducked low as he aimed to get the jump on poor Clayton. All of the outlaw's eyes were on the lawmen, there was opportunity for heroic civilians to help fend them off.

(Summary)
@Orlan The sheet looks good other than the backstory. The Rebel Alliance hasn't been established yet. There's been murmurs of rebellion but no ones done anything. The Empire is in total control. Fix the backstory and it's good to go. Describe his Jedi encounter a bit more, and how he ended up getting noticed by the Empire. Basically just buff it and fix the Alliance bit.
But what about the sex bots? Surely we have our sex bots? Right? Right? RIGHT?!?


If you're thinking of Michael for that type of work then it's doubtful he'd even understand the concept of it. :p
The men and women of science departments were in place as the signal to launch came from the admiral. They had no part in directing the ship, their job right now was to prep their stations for the many hours of research and work they were almost certain to be doing on the voyage. Some small talk was made as they all tried to alleviate the tension, there was always a chance that something could go terribly wrong. The ship could tear in half mid jump or they end up sucked into a black hole. It was best just not to go along with that line of thinking.

Several of the science team had broken away from their stations, they moved through a set of twin doors, then came to another which required a retinal scan. One of the members of the group obliged and that door too slid open. They found themselves in another room, it appeared to be just a simple cargo room. Once each of them had entered into this room the door shut behind them. Cases of supplies were stacked around, some labeled with warning stickers.

In the direct center was a long metal case, it resembled a grey coffin more than anything else. But there was not a dead corpse inside of it, something entirely different, the result of months of intense labor. Each of the scientists spread out around it, one had stepped forward in order to flick a switch on the side of the container. A computer screen flipped upwards as it displayed a password lock. The scientist entered in the ten digit code and the screen changed to display a question.

"Are you sure that you wish to activate unit MHSA276012?"

The scientist answered the inquiry with a press of the screen, then the monitor folded back into itself as the coffin-like container hissed. Gas escaped from it only to dissipate into the oxygen of the Vitae. Then the top part of it slid away to reveal what was inside. A synthetic being, one of the most advanced that humanity had created yet. Pale white skin, medium length brown hair, currently shut eyes of blue. He was utterly indistinguishable from a human being appearance wise. Michael was a very convincing creation.

Once the container opened completely one of the cables shimmered as it sent an electric shock right into the back of the android's head. It was time for him to wake up and face the day. Life flickered into him, at first it came in the form of code which moved far faster than any human could comprehend. Then his synthetic eyelids came open and he could see all that was around him. Due to his programming he recognized every single of one of the scientists in the room that were staring at him. They were his creators, he'd do as they required.

They had implanted many gifts inside of him, historical archives which stretched back thousands of years, scientific data accumulated from every known point in human history. His creators had left room for even more, if they wished then he could be programmed beyond current capacity. He had an interest in going through his archives in extreme depth after his diagnostics check, but that would wait.

His mouth opened as it displayed perfectly white teeth, teeth that he did not even need as he did not eat food. He then inhaled deeply, air in which he did not need to breath. Then the synthetic man moved each of his limbs, as he twirled his fingers he could feel the machinery hard at work underneath his false skin. Michael then brought brought both of his hands upwards as he gripped the sides of his container tightly. With another movement of his legs he pulled himself to sit upright. He made eye contact with several of the scientists as his head turned in a natural fashion.

"Greetings, I am Michael. I am eager to serve in whatever manner pleases my creators." The android said, his voice masculine and accent-less. The tone oozed politeness, he accompanied his words with a upwards smile. Then the machine man pulled himself out of his 'birthing chamber' and took his first steps. His creators watched with curiosity as he placed both feet on the floor, then stood tall, all six feet of him. Michael was awake.
I'm at a family thing but I have my phone on me. If you need me then mention me.
I'm interested to see how Michael interacts with many of the characters, esp since I don't think it will be common knowledge that he's an android. Could make for some fun interactions, hehe.
Expect a post in the next day or two. I apologize for the holdup.


Thanks for telling me, can't wait to see it. With that the only people who have yet to post are @Vandy and @Zorogami. I'll message both within the next day about that stuff.
The wookie had turned down a corner in the massive city. The Imperials had routine patrols but they weren't always everywhere, it was often quite easy to find non-human filled cantinas in quiet alleyways. There they could take shelter from prejudice, he was of course making an assumption. He had never been to this world before, but it would only make sense for such places to exist. Then after he strolled past some crowds in a marketplace he found what he might have been searching for, a small place nestled to the side, a red holographic sign hung above it.

"Watch yourself, wookie. Keep those guns holstered and your arms to your sides." The human bouncer said, a tall one for his species, and widely built. He wasn't at all imposing to the powerful Raarkoo, but he would heed the man's words. A fight would not gain him information on the bounties. He then stepped inside and coughed at the cloud of smoke as several beings passed around a pipe. His eyes scanned the interior, down a small set of stairs was a bar located in the center. All around it were people of all types, more humans than others, but there were many aliens.

"Those blasted Imperials infuriate me, I can't take a step in this city without feeling like they're just waiting to jump me." Raarkoo muttered in his own language first, his droid translated it as he approached the bar and signaled for a glass of water.

"You're not the only one, wookie. Haven't you seen on the holonet all about the protests? All the non-humans and alien sympathizers are as angry as you are." The bartender said as he placed a drink in front of Raarkoo.

"Not a whole lot we can do other than whine about mistreatment. They have all the weapons. Practically force people to slave away building ships for them." A Twi'lek male to the left of the wookie muttered, a glass of ale near him.

"Don't get started about the docks. Siv has the Sullustans in a fuss about that, he wants to get people on strike." The human bartender said back then scratched his grey bearded chin. This talk was one he was constantly overhearing.

"Siv?" Raarkoo asked then took a sip of his water. That was one of the names of the bounties.

"Yes, Kri Siv, I had to ban him from my cantina because he would always try to incite the guests with his anti-Imperial talk. Losing his leg only made him rage even more." The barkeep said as he moved to serve another drink.

"Do you actually like the Empire?" The Twi'lek asked with a raised eyebrow. He sure as hell didn't, neither did Raarkoo or really anyone in the bar.

"I like that they aren't kicking down the door of my cantina and questioning me for letting people try to start riots in here. I don't care if you just whine about them, they don't care about the whining. Anything more than that and I have Garin walk you out of here." The bartender said as he shot a glare at the twi'lek.

"Where is Siv?" Raarkoo asked as one of his hands tapped the bar, he might be able to get somewhere with his questioning.

"Somewhere near the docks I'd imagine. Ask around there, just not here. Why do you want to see him? You don't look like a dock worker, they don't carry weaponry like you. You a merc or something?" The bartender said as he set both hands down in front of him and looked Raarkoo in the eyes.

"I'm just a merchant's bodyguard. Maybe my boss would want to talk with Siv about business." Raarkoo replied.

"What, is he a weapons dealer? It's one thing to talk with someone like Siv, another to sell him weapons so he can try to shoot up the Imps and get himself killed. Plus the Empire would throw you away for a long time for something like that." The bartender said.

"That makes sense. Thank you for the drink, I must be off." Raarkoo said with a thankful nod, then sent some credits over the barkeep's way, making sure he threw in a nice tip. With that he chugged the reminder of his water and walked out the bar, as exited he made sure he was not being followed. The wookie moved down another alleyway, as he set his course for the docks.


@Cruallassar

On your way to the office you pass by a couple stormtrooper patrols, they pay no attention to you as they go about their business. The CorSec office seems quiet as well, from through the front window you can make sight of a secretary at her desk. Around her stand a few men in suits, there are no Imperials that you can see inside of the building.

@ProPro

Your 'friends' do as you ask and scour through the city. Jana reports back to you that she has not actually seen any sign of either of the non-human targets. She asked around about them and was met with silence and odd looks, it appears these people do in fact exist but they are keeping their existence a secrecy. Carth discovers plans for a ball involving multiple high profile people on Corellia. He secures a pamplet advertising the event, Myla Delles is named within it, listed beside other wealthy persons as someone that will be in attendance at the ball. It takes place in three days.

Your trip with Luke to find local law enforcement is uneventful. The closest police station is not that far. Coronet still has its own police force made up of residents, but the Empire has a presence on the world and the cops answer to them. The front door the police station is open, inside several policemen sit around. Citizens are reporting or discussing crimes.


@POOHEAD189

Your landing in Treasure Ship Row does not draw any real attention, a few citizens are surprised and impressed by your armor and armament. From your past visit here you remember two contacts, a small time, but connected human drug dealer named Stinis Minne and a Rodian information broker, Othik Chekka. Both of these people are still alive and in the area. Either or both of them may be wise persons to ask about the bounties, perhaps they remember you.

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