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Walking the Trail of Stars: Sci-fi 'Western' in Spaaaaace! [Still looking for adventurers, so come on in]

Forgive the long pause, I just wanted to clarify my interest was more as a reader than a writer; RL is far too chaotic for me to promise anything resembling consistency anytime soon. I can see how posting a few puns/comparisons in the INT check may have obfuscated that, my apologies.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

Incidentally the straight transfer of one setting to a sci-fi while changing as little as possible reminds me of Ulysses 31

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

your character may be an animal wrangler at the Leningrad Zoo using an electro-whip and taming wild cyber-tigers

Don't you mean...TiGEARS

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Assuming the IC hasn't moved on and I don't get called in to work short notice I'll have something up tomorrow. 100 percent.

**EDIT**

I did get called in but will attempt to have something up when I get off from a now-whenever shift. By no means wait up for me though. I wouldn't want the IC to stagnate.

The Long Night -- monsters, mystery, magical abilities, unreasonably slow planetary rotation

Quick question: Is all the land mass concentrated on one side of the planet? If not I'd imagine each cycle would see 'Dawn Chasers" simply pull up roots in an attempt to outrun the coming dark. Heck, mass migration could even be another factor as to why entire kingdoms fall overnight.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

I intend to post but, unfortunately, appear to be very tied up between now and X-Mas. I can try to get something out but by all means move on rather than wait up for me. It won't be anything of incredible import if your wondering, just a reaction and a few choice remarks.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

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For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Xymone had recoiled twice now, having to reign in her urge to rush forward with each impactful peal of projectiles punching their way through the pleading figure forced prostrate before them. Mus had done more than make an example of the Quarrian, the pulpy red muck she'd left to be pummeled by erosive rain punctuating her little speech. It fell flat in front of the prolonged dread their Hutt hosts have had them endure, so far as Xymone had seen this Zabrack was just another jumped-up punk in their employ, emboldened by the belief she was untouchable. That had to be the real message then, didn't it? That their crimson caretaker was unaware of just how much truth echoed in her words. Even combined the Kajidics surely lacked the power to transmit a signal across the whole of creation, certainly they'd consider the possibility that the debters might seize the ship. The Khil's stomach sank as her paranoia present several scenarios. Mus might have a dead man's switch of some sort set to trigger the whole kit and kaboodle were she killed, just as likely they might all be on a timer said chaperone periodically extends. Not knowing was infuriating and did nothing to dull her desire to heave the red ruffian headfirst from the platform, nor did it keep her from complying once curtly consigned to carrying cargo.

With an irritated trill she turned to the faces she'd familiarized herself with over a wretched week of captivity, weakly probing the thin silver lining of their situation. snarked the statuesque sportswoman, plodding through the greasy puddles only to gravitate towards the heavier whatnots in need of hauling. Frankly five was a few minutes too many tight as she was wound and carting containers two at a time made for an immediate outlet, even so she was quickly inclined to call over a shoulder two-thirds of her way up the off-kilter ramp. the Khil muttered from her malleable mouth parts, careful to not to cast so much as a weighty glance down the poorly propped up port side as she secured the cargo. As steeply as the ship slouched away from starboard she was sure to see that everything was secure before bustling back into the inclement chemical shower still spitting at them outside, last thing this day needed was a landslide.

First forward but last to leave the need to guide her heap of a repulsorlift on board all but guaranteed she'd be shacking up in what was left or rooming with the odd man out, she didn't want the vehicle buried under all that clutter should they suddenly need it. Content to let her luggage dry out in the trunk for the time being she twined her way through the ass end of the Bounty, shuffling in after those that had already settled in to the kitchen. She didn't exactly drag her feet either, given that the rouge rogue helming this little disaster was certifiably trigger happy punctuality was paramount.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Excellent, I was about a third through my post and got called into work for a couple of hours. Was worried someone would have a post up and I'd have to start over. Should be done soonish.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

@GuntherThe Jedi bit was just incidental, figured it would be a good page to dog ear for future reference. Glad you liked the rest of the blurb.

@Sep Happy you approve