POOHEAD189

Out on the Rim

"Say something Imperial..." He echoed to himself, his voice filtered through his helmet. Whoever this Leyla Slade was, she had spunk but she was also a low-life drifter. But she could think on her feet at least, and it was a good idea...maybe. He sighed and waited under the cargo bay, under the walkway rafters. They might be able to hear him if he was close, but he was at the opposite end of the ship.

He picked up the officer's frequency on his comms, thanking his Gods that they were on the same frequency. He cleared his throat and received the voice on the other end.

“Base this is Lieutenant Haben, I have a ship captain down here claiming to be something called Blue Talon, claims that we have codes she needs to unlock her cargo bay? Please advise?”

Briefly Cleo considered what it meant when he granted them the codes to open the cargo. That was all of his hard earned delivery gone by one sweep of the Empire, even if it meant potentially saving his own skin. He paused for one long agonizing second, and if Leyla was watching she would have likely mouthed 'come on, talk!' Luckily, he realized he could use his position now to make sure he kept them. "Confirmed Lieutenant. It's here on our roster. The code is L354 M837 D940. Open them up, and if you see any Czerka firepower, make a way for the Captain to transport it where they need it to go. Over."

He turned the comm off, and back up top the Officer turned his own off and thought for a moment. The next second he shrugged, and called his men forward as he placed in the code. "Open them up!" He ordered. The familiar clatter of Imperial boots filled the air as they moved in unison, grunting as they pushed off the heavy crate tops to reveal the Czerka 6-2Aug2 hunting rifles and accompanying ammunition. The leader of the stormtrooper squadron spoke up. "Sir! Everything seems to be in order except the ammunition, should we con-"

"They would have my head if I took the ammunition over a technicality, get moving!" Haben barked, and the troopers stood at attention and formed up, before hustling out through the access bay, past Leyla. The Lieutenant strode forward, head held high as if he still had any dignity. "Carry on Captain. We appreciate your service." He said, and handed her a holopad for her to sign to acknowledge everything had made it on time. Clearly the pad was meant for something else, but there must have been various checklists Haben needed to keep. What's one more?

Meanwhile, Cleo breathed a sigh of relief. A part of him had wanted to see action against any branch of the Empire, but he didn't need this heat. Not on this planet, where he had always been able to get business before.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The lithe theif vaulted over the cushions to land just before them, letting gravity pull him down into a sitting position once he stuck the landing. He made it look so easy, and one had to be reminded he had lived his entire life out of slavery as a knave, thief, and when need be, a killer. But here, before a literal pile of food and wine, he had on that handsome grin of his. "Ah, Dwarven ale? I'm surprised you survived the night, much less remember any of it."

He plucked a few very delectable looking fruits and placed three in his mouth, yanking out the stems. His eyes widened and he seemed very happy. "What do you call these?" He asked, grabbing more of the berry-like edibles. Emmaline had to divulge he had grabbed what she knew to be Cherries, his demeanor having gone from sly to childishly pleased in the matter of a moment. "Truly? I've never had these, I love-"

He grimaced and blinked, and he held up a finger for a moment as she saw his cheeks churning for a moment. The next thing she knew, he turned to the oil lamp and spat out the seeds, the small items firing out like a hochlander's rifle, with similar accuracy as all three seeds struck the lamp with a 'ping!' He bumped his fist into his chest to keep himself from burping, and then sighed. "This is what I get for trusting a pretty thing." His grin was back tenfold, and he winked. "Sometimes they are more trouble than they are worth."

He held his hands up. "I am kidding, don't worry. It has been an honor and great fun to travel with you." For once, he seemed adequately sincere. He took a few mouthfuls of pork, and washed it down with some rather expensive Kislevite vodka, the brew not as strong as Dwarven ale but still stouter than anything this far south. "We should take a few bottles with us when we leave tomorrow, along with a few other items." His eyes darted across the room for a moment, and then landed back on Emmaline. He grabbed a few more cherries, and handed her a few before leaning back upon the cushions beside her, dropping one after the other in his mouth as he spoke. "Speaking of which, I fully expect to find some treasure for when we travel eastward. Tell me, what do you plan to do with your share?" He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his voice husky. "Surely you must have ideas."
@Penny

Post a random fact about yourself.

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Me too.

@Gunther

Oh yeah I forgot! You mentioned that once. What happened again?

Obscure RP Genres

Car racing.

Never see anyone do a car racer roleplay

@NuttsnBolts

If they're anything like most racing games I can see why.

What will you get the person above for Christmas?

I'd get you some paper towels to clean that gif up

New year's resolutions

• Get paid enough writing that I can take less hours at my job.
• Do a voice over gig.
• Begin my Kung Fu lessons again
• Finish my Japanese lessons and start learning another language (likely Old English)
• Finish a few book series
• Beat the games I haven't beaten on Xbox before the new one comes out
• Publish a full length novel
• Some Youtube video goals

Post a random fact about yourself.

Something a bit more exciting, I once had to leap out of the way of a train.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I'm of mixed race

Who are your writing influences?

Oh and writing with Leidenschaft along with Poohead and Peik are definitely why I can even write at all. My writing was godawful before that.

@Chrononaut

And you've definitely improved, my friend.

Out on the Rim

For the careful and meticulous gun runner, discussing terms with a rogue stowaway wasn't his idea of a safe way to face his problems. But he had little choice, and he wasn't about to fight what Stormtroopers held the city. He had no illusions that there were more than the eight that were outside, and the Iridonian was going to keep himself and his ship unharmed if he could help it. Did he have enough fuel to make it to another star system? He doubted it, but there was little choice.

With that, the Zabrak finally took off his helmet, revealing the sculpted Zabrak face, with markings like that of rivers cascading down from the top of his head to his jawline. The spikes ringing his head were notably large for one of his people. His helmet was tucked under his arm as he sized up the Pantoran woman.

"You can bluff them?" he echoed incredulously. He wanted to ash how she would do that, but if nothing else it would be a distraction for him to ready his defenses. "Tell you what, you bluff them and I'll consider it payment for the free shipping here," he said with a smirk. The look disappeared though when he set to introduce himself. He had a strong chin and he squared it when she asked who he was. "Cleomenes Ortega of Iridonia. Trooper of the Old Republic, and since then I've been the Mercenary and Gunrunner known as Ryloc for the horns," referring to one of the mandalorian myths of legend, Ryloc being one of the more notable mythosaurs from their mythic past.

He held out a hand for her to shake. He might not know if he can trust her, but they were working together now and he was a professional. "We pull this off you can call my Cleo." R5 began to give off a cornucopia of noises and it shook back and forth. Cleo placed a hand on his droid to keep him strady. "Calm down R5. We can panic later. Now get into the port where you belong and jumpstart the ship if you need to."

He turned, ready to grab his rifle when she said. "And the planet?" The Commando stopped, and glanced back at her, giving a huff of a laugh. "We're on Tatooine. The ass end of the universe."
@Penny