POOHEAD189

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Now that is some IRL trolling.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise
Nightclub

"You can't do a thing to me," The Rodian complained, though nervousness has begun to creep into his voice. "If you touch me, Koren will throw you out and put a bounty on your head!"

Sol'id gripped the Rodian's shirt, hauling him up to eye level to stare into the Mandalorian's cold, dead visor. Rodians were slightly smaller than the average human, but to the large Mando he seemed dwarfed in size. With no weapons present to even the odds, it was a precarious position to be in. Those around the Rodian backed up, unwilling to help directly but not against going around behind and maybe grabbing one of the bouncers.

"You thought I'd lost you around Geonosis, didn't you?" Sol'id said, ignoring the previous blustering comment. He pulled him up further. "I've been tracking you across half of known space, Ramul. Do you think the rules of a nightclub would keep me from taking your head back to Vishnu?" He let the words sink in, and the Rodian stuttered, unable to really comprehend what was happening. "But I'd rather Vishnu not need to pay Koren for this inconvenience. So I'll make you a deal."

Sol'id had a reputation for seeing bounties through to the bitter end, and Ramul had sought to test that theory to the limits, at his peril. Sol'id set him down, letting go of him. "If you wish to live, you'll fly straight back to Vishnu for me, and sell your starship to pay off the debts. He's given me leave to promise you 5 galactic years of indentured servitude, and you'll be released. If not, right here, right now, I will tear you limb from limb, and beat my way out of here with your dismembered corpse."

Three minutes later, past the looming threat of the Imperial Star Destroyer and wondering if he could collect on who they were trying to find, Sol'id made his way over to the bar and sat down. The threat was over, regardless, and he would have Vishnu credits paid to him in a weeks time. Ramul now knew Sol'id could track him wherever he went. If he tried to escape now, it only added satisfaction to the inevitable kill.

"Hello sir, might I offer you a drink?" The Droid offered him yet again, as if he had not spoken to Sol'id five minutes before.

"Whatever you have that's strong."

Yo!

Welcome to site. Glad to have you :)

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

I can't wait for Ava to start giving some of the fellas weird, confused feelings on their sexuality before she reveals to one lucky bachelor she's a woman and he's all "Oh thank God." @Stormflyx

@Smystar99 We have a slow start, but it'll pick up with the next update!

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

"Yeah that's right, pregnant, grieving widow. Grow a pair."

The Sunday Group

I did stuff.

Loving everyone in the RP btw. Not everyday you get an all star cast of posters.

The Sunday Group

The sudden appearance of the creature had Manny cursing. The men were one thing, but he'd never seen anything like this apparition. Whatever was happening here was far more planned and far more serious than a simple murder via incantation. They'd unwittingly gotten involved with high level occult activities, apparently coupled with a large amount of funds and influences. He was glad Kennedy was far more impressive than he'd given her credit for with a gun, but he'd have time to be impressed later. As for now...

"Kennedy, take the wheel," He told her, lowering his window and un-holstering his gun. Reaching into his satchel, he fished his hand within until he found what he was looking for. Plenty would be perturbed with what was happening to the car in front of them, but Manny'd seen and ended far too many horrors. He unloaded his sidearm, and reloaded it with three brass bullets, with crosses emblazoned upon their backs, filled with Frankincense and Myrrh rather than gunpowder. They'd been hard to obtain, but a priest buddy of his back in Chicago had not only procured the ingredients, but had blessed the bullets in holy water as well.

Undoing his seat belt, he grabbed a hold of the roof handle above the window, and yanked himself out. He set his ass on the windowsill, feet tucked under the seat and left hand holding his pistol in a steady aim. If there was one thing Manny could do, it was shoot. It took him all of two seconds to get the right bearings, and lamenting they were still drawing attention to themselves, he discharged his firearm.

The bullet punched into the mangled form of the creature, causing it to shudder and garble in pain. Manny could not very well see what was happening within the SUV with Morgan, Malone, or Leone, but whatever it was they needed help. Hopefilly Ell was on that. His world suddenly spun when they turned a sharp corner, but he balanced himself well and aimed once more.

Another turn. Manny's hair whipped, and he spat out the toothpick in his mouth before firing again. This bullet looked like it hit perfectly, the creature now letting out a piercing cry. Passersby would grab their ears and fall to their knees in pain, and it was only by sheer will power that Manny managed to keep himself steady. His vision blurred from the banshee howl, he could see the thing atop the SUV slowly turn to regard him.

Its head was an upside-down woman's visage, the skin shivered and the jaw broken. Its eyes looked all too real and deadly, however. "Yeah, get a load of me." Manny breathed, goading the thing into focusing on the PI now. It looked like it worked, because its spider-like legs of broken human limbs bent as if it was about to leap. "Kennedy, swerve!" He called, and the abomination leaped. Wind whipped and tires screeched, and Manny's eyes met with the thing's as it suddenly sailed off Morgan's vehicle towards their own.

Crack.

The bullet struck it straight in the chest, its limp weight flying past Manny as the SUV swerved once more back into alignment. Manny turned around to see the thing tumble onto the street, its limb slowly moving as if it was a dog trying to swim while being held in water. Manny twirled his gun, and pulled himself back into the SUV once more, running a hand through his hair. "I need a drink." He said, rolling the window back up.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Seeing the flesh melt off what Neil creatively dubbed a Xeno-rex was better than having that dancer on his lap. He nodded with a smirk, almost lost in the fantasy of having done that to Margeret the cow. He glanced behind him to Sayeeda. "I don't think I can describe how turned on I am right now." He admitted.

He felt like he might have done this in exchange for his life though. The Xenonids streamed around them, at least a dozen eldritch beasts stood between them and the ship, some of them ravaging still living people and impregnating them as they screamed blood. Even the ever joking Neil found such a sight sobering in the middle of daylight.

He decided that a death by liquid fire was far more merciful than death from these beasts. With a quick prayer to his Gods, he engulfed the dozens of meters before them. Fire rained around them, melting the village-folk and beasts as they screeched and screamed. Neil was guarded at his flank by Sayeeda's crack shots. "C'mon, we gotta get the fuck out of here."

Neil yanked Sayeeda's arm, pulling her along. He knew she was competent enough not to take his cue, so he leaped from rock to rock across the boiling ground, Junebug close behind. In front of them, the last people streamed onto the ship, and Astador landed atop Highlander from out of nowhere, aiming his carbine down his sights at both Captain and Pilot. Neil nearly fell off the 2nd to last rock, wondering if this fucker had an agenda the whole time.

He discharged his carbine, and Neil heard a screech behind him, and a wet thump as one of the beasts had been clambering after them.

There were still muffled screams within the village. Those too stubborn or too slow to leave, but the majority were now in the very nearly overloaded Highlander. Neil and Sayeeda made it into the ship, but Astador didn't have time to join them. Instead, he told Neil to take off through the comm.

"I don't know what he's planning but..." Neil leaped and slipped his way past screaming and crying men, women, and children. He had to muscle a few people out of the cockpit before he set himself into his seat and lifted off, Lonny thankfully having revved the engines up.

Once Highlander began to lift, Neil looked out of the various cameras they had atop the ship and saw Astador hanging on for dear life, his armor and rebreather keeping him alive. He'd kept the Xenonids off the ship with a daring stand. "Slow down once you reach the mountains and let me in." Astador called.

"And I thought I was crazy." Neil said, slowing the ship down once they'd traveled 50 kilometers.
@Penny

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@POOHEAD189
I can certainly try my best at it, kind of funny to me that she is strong in magic and yet so weak at the same time~

@Smystar99

Strength definitely helps, but when it's about crew intrigue and position, you just need talent and charisma most of the time. ;)

But totally, I'm loving all the characters. I just realized we still needed a mage and it's an opening you can exploit for extra cash and responsibility.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

Just one more post, then I'll update. Also @Smystar99, since we are lacking a mage, you might be given a double role as both Surgeon and Headmage. But you'll need to convince the Quartermaster of letting you keep both roles if you want it. If you manage to solidify both, that means you get two shares of loot for double the work.