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@mattmanganon I shot you a quick PM.
Also, a bit of an announcement. My new apprentice....er....AGM is none other than @NeutralNexus. I've been working him for awhile now and I think he'll be fantastic in the role.
Also, a bit of an announcement. My new apprentice....er....AGM is none other than @NeutralNexus. I've been working him for awhile now and I think he'll be fantastic in the role.
Shit, I haven't been on much the last few days. Sorry. I'll get going on a post now.
No worries.
@ZugzwangYo dude, waiting on you. Was my post not enough for you to properly reply to? I can add more if you want.
He upped and quit, leaving both of us in an awkward position. Feel free to wrap up your interaction however you see fit (short of killing him off), and I might have something better in mind for you. I'll pm you tonight when I get home from work
Is this RP still accepting new players?
Absolutely
Nice.
Joren and Kelsa trailed behind Nyna and Dono as they left Telchu’s Emporium after finding a new battery regulator for the Dreams. They had been to several junk dealers and other parts dealers in the space port with no luck, spending more time than they would have liked searching for the part. Finally, they had come to Telchu’s and found the part they needed, and with a small amount of negotiation, they were able to agree upon a price and purchased the regulator. Once Nyna was able to replace the part, they would be on their way.
Joren could hear Dono and Nyna chatting excitedly about something as they walked, but was unable to discern exactly what it was. However, it wasn’t all that important to him. Instead, his focus was on Kelsa, who although she seemed to be doing well despite her recent losses, he didn’t need the Force to tell him that she was barely holding on.
“I’m here for you, you know.” Joren said to her seemingly out of the blue.
“I know.” Kelsa responded.
“I’ve…I’ve been there. I lost my father and…” Joren paused for a moment, trying to think on his feet, having almost let slip the word “master.” He took a deep breath and continued. “Someone else very close to me, not too long before I met up with you guys.”
“You never told me that.” Kelsa said. “You’ve never really talked about your past.”
“There’s really nothing much to talk about.” Joren replied.
Kelsa was about to ask him something, but she could see that Dono and Nyna had been approached by a pair of Rodians, and several more were moving toward them.
“Oh boy…” Kelsa started to say.
“Stay back, I’ll handle this.” Joren told Kelsa as he approached his friends and the Rodians.
“Is there a problem here?” Joren asked.
“Yes problem. Mando not want to give us parts.” The Rodian said in broken basic.
“There’s no need for that.” Joren said. “Why don’t we buy you a drink?”
“No drink. We not like Mandos, we want his ship parts.” The Rodian insisted.
“I don’t think you’ve thought this through, my friend.” Joren said, signaling for Dono to holster the weapon that he had just drawn. “It isn’t wise to try to rob a Mandalorian.”
Just as Dono had holstered his weapon, the Rodian pulled his blaster out and leveled it directly at Joren’s face. Through the Force, Joren could feel the Rodian’s intentions. Before the Rodian was able to pull the trigger, Joren knocked the Rodian’s hand away, knocking the blaster from his grip. He followed up with a right cross that knocked the Rodian off of his feet. Nyna and Dono joined in, attacking the Rodians, Nyna with a swift kick to one Rodian’s midsection, and Dono with a roundhouse right. With the brief scuffle over, Joren felt someone else approaching. He turned on the fast approaching being with a wild right hand punch, pulling back at the last second when instead of seeing another Rodian, he saw a pretty brunette human standing before him.
“Well, you’ve managed to make a mess.” The woman said.
“It wasn’t our intention.” Joren said.
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t reason with those Rodians, they’re animals.” The woman said with an anger in her voice that wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. “We should get moving, they’ll be back with their friends any minute.”
“Where are we going?” Nyna asked, suspicious of the woman.
“My place isn’t too far from here. It’ll be safe there.” She told them.
Joren just stood there, not sure what to make of the young woman. He looked to Nyna, Dono, and then to Kelsa, who looked to be on the verge of tears. Kelsa had been through a lot over the last few days, and the last thing she needed was another shoot out with yet another band of thugs. Almost as if reading his mind, Dono nodded in silent approval to Joren.
“Lead the way.” Joren said, motioning for the woman to take the lead. “I’m Joren,” He said as he began motioning towards his friends, “this is Dono, Nyna, and Kelsa. And you are?”
“Brya.” The woman said shortly. “Less talking, more walking. We don’t want to be here when they get back.
As they made their way away from the site of the brawl toward Bria’s house, Joren felt something, a presence. Then he realized that it wasn’t just one, but three. First there was a familiar presence, one calm and soothing. It was a presence that he had felt before, but he just couldn’t place it. Then there was a second presence, like the first, strong in the Force, but this one was dark, wild and angry. Then there was something…else. Something powerful, and unlike anything he had ever felt before. And as they walked toward their new friend’s house, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever this strange presence was, it was watching them.
Need to read through everything, but might jump in.
(Also, hi Shape)
Carnage! Yes...Jump on in. We're just getting started here, wouldn't mind seeing some Huc. lol
The matter was entirely too theatrical for Sayall’s taste. The clandestine meeting of the Imperial Admiralty on a remote world was not his choice, it was a directive from Grand Moff Dexen himself. Had it been up to Sayall, they certainly would have chosen a world more temperate, as the weather on Toola was less than ideal. The planet was cold and for the most part sparsely populated, at least outside of the major population centers. That was what made Toola the perfect location for this meeting, with so many locations being devoid of intelligent life forms, the Empire had little to fear from prying eyes.
Sayall stood at the top of the loading ramp of his shuttle surrounded by a small detail of storm troopers waiting for the ramp to lower. He fastened his heavy coat and brushed it with his hands, ensuring that it was impeccable as would be expected from a man in his position. Not that it truly mattered, the moment he stepped off of the shuttle, the icy winds of the frozen tundra would render all of his grooming for naught.
It was ironic in a way. If the Imperial forces failed to execute the plan that he and his closest confidants had drawn up, their failure would render this conference, as well as the decades of rebuilding the Imperial machine an exercise in futility. In the next several days and weeks ahead, the very existence of the Empire lay in the balance, after all…what is an Empire without subjects?
Slowly, the ramp lowered to the snow covered ground, and surrounded by his escort of storm troopers, Grand Admiral Vonn Sayall descended the walkway to meet his audience which had already arrived and were awaiting him on the ground. A majority of the Imperial Admiralty stood before his shuttle, most with an escort of soldiers standing by their sides. It would have been an impressive sight to behold if anyone were on the frozen tundra to witness the Imperial gathering. As Sayall made his way toward the crowd, he immediately spotted his greeting party, Admiral Rana Arsnik of the super star destroyer White Bazaar, a particularly gifted member of the Admiralty. Admiral Arsnik had proven to be creative, and had an impressive record. Arsnik was also confident, and Sayall was sure that she thought that she could do his job better than him. And perhaps she could, after all she had gained an unwavering loyalty from her charges and was a true leader, and above all, Sayall was glad to have her.
As he approached Admiral Arsnik, he made eye contact with her as she saluted him, a gesture that he returned.
“Good to see you Admiral, we have much to discuss.” Sayall said with an air of confidence as he gestured to the large makeshift shelter that would serve as the conference room for this meeting of the Empire’s best. “But perhaps we should get in out of the cold.”
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