@Eddie Brock can I maybe request that you go a lighter colour? The same with Shetland your colour and my colourblindness don't agree for an easy read.
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STATUS: I feel like the guild should have a different section for those that were born after the guild 6 mos ago
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I feel like the guild should have a different section for those that were born after the guild
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Don't let lack of original thought stop you from posting in the status bar. It never stops anyone else
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I made the mistake/choice of listening to a Star Wars audiobook now I feel an old familiar itch returning
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Ahsoka been out for weeks now where all the Star Wars rps at
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Desire for Star Wars or Stargate roleplay intensifies
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E V I L S C O T T I S H G U Y
So I have been on the Guild for a long, long, long, long, long, long, LONG time. I first joined the OldGuild around, my best guess would be 2012? I've been active in the Star Wars scene on the Guild since then, there have been very few games based around that genre that I haven't at least nosed my way in on. My very first game was a Star Wars game and that's what actually really got me into the Star Wars Franchise.
It's weird to think but I am such a major Star Wars nerd these days, yet before I was on the Guild I wasn't. I got into a Star Wars RP, got onto the Wikia, and then away I went into a spiral of nerd-om that I currently live within. I've grown since then, I game quite a bit, I write when I can. I have a wikia full of a lore to my own original creative universe and play around with some 'cool' comic book nerds.
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One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay by @Master Bruce
Ultimate One Universe by @Master Bruce
No Turning Back by Me.
Star Wars: Galaxies at War by Me.
Absolute Comics by a load of people.
Ultimate One Universe: Emergence - by @Master Bruce and [@Sep]
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No you keep me around to review things when you are tired or something feels off :P
Tanya
"I hope your father knows what he just got himself. It's a pretty open secret that some of those scummy gangs had deals cut with Gotal. They'll come wanting to speak with the new owner about continuing that practice."
"I hope your father knows what he just got himself. It's a pretty open secret that some of those scummy gangs had deals cut with Gotal. They'll come wanting to speak with the new owner about continuing that practice."
Tanya let loose a chuckle. "Yeah, he knows what he's doing. We've been all over the outer-rim and in mud puddles far worse than 3030. Besides if everything goes according to plan we shouldn't be here that long anyway. In and out kinda job-" She stretched out her hand as if pointing toward the stars. "-Though of course now we'll have to figure out what we're going to do with the Pit once we leave. I don't see us leaving it in the hands of someone like Gurak...-" She looked at the Twi'lek, shaking her head a little before standing up.
"I'm sorry, I'm rambling a little bit. You must have one of those faces y'know? Trustworthy. Or at least one that makes me want to tell you too much about me at the least." She smiled before standing up again. "Anything else I can help you with?"
Mar
“Let’s hope your ad pro life view arn’t needed.”
“Let’s hope your ad pro life view arn’t needed.”
Mar just chuckled to himself as the old Clone left. The pro-life view was always a very strange one to have in Mandalorian Culture. Though it wasn't necessary the wrong way. The code was all about honour and victory, nothing said that victory meant that the opposing party had to die. He shrugged it off as he walked into what was now his office, sitting behind the desk after placing his helmet infront of him and stretching his legs. He'd need to figure out what his next move was.
He sure as hell didn't want to be micromanaging this junk-heap all the time.
If you need a hand you can get in touch with Ellri in the IRC in his sig or the Op. He will be more than happy to help.
@frapet I have known Ellri a long time, he will be looking for a longer and more detailed bio.
Going to work on Jayda soonish, have her up tonight or tomorrow. *writing in mass*
I posted, you happeh? :P
Will work on something for you later @Heat
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|~Koren, Prison Complex~|
|~Koren, Prison Complex~|
Koren nodded at Kara. "It has been a long time, I'd say Padawan though I would have thought that you would be well past that stage now. Well met in either case. Had I not known you I would have worried about your allegiances from your garb. I am afraid I cannot offer you anymore appropriate robes." He then turned his attention to his Padawan as she finished her own comment. "I have plenty of Snark young-one. I just save it for special occasions, and while being on this ship is indeed Special I wouldn't really say that it is special enough." He gave Khan a polite nod before turning his attention back to Jayda.
"The Sith currently in our presence was having a nice chat with me and a fellow named Corr when I was returned here it seems that he felt she could benefit from our hospitality. Though if her master is as ruthless on this ship as he was in our fight in the Jedi Temple I wouldn't give it too long before he comes looking for her." He gave Khan a warning look as he moved into a more combative stance. "So I would not recommend attacking her for we aren't really prepared overly well to fight the Trandoshan." He gave Nazca a coy wink. "At the moment anyway, I mean it does take soo long to plan an escape after all. So much to plan, what are we going to use for weapons? How to bypass security. If you have any tips my kind Zabrak I would be more than willing to listen." He clapped his hands as he could feel the tension in the room, it wasn't to make people jump on purpose but if it did it was a nice side effect.
"So, what's been going on here while I was away? Hope you haven't been getting into any trouble or anything."
Mar was busy spraying bacta salve onto his cut, before taking the bacta strip handed to him by a member of staff. He nodded his thanks to the member of staff when he heard someone speaking to him, looking up he saw a weathered and aged looking face looking down at him. Arms crossed in a guard, the face was oddly familiar but he couldn’t quite place it right away.
"Mandolorian, we need to talk."
Mar just sighed. “The names Mar Den, not Mandalorian. Also, I’m not currently available for hire as I just became the owner of this lovely establishment and am already on a job. If you’re looking for a goon to do your dirty work or join your gang I’m sure there are plenty of people around here to satisfy your needs.”
The clone shook his head. “That’s not what you have baatir. I need to know why there are so many mandos on thirty-thirty, you’re the third one I’ve seen in a week. Last week I’d heard rumors of one. It just so happens you all are trained to do the same thing I am, meaning all of you are a threat to my business. Now, I don’t have an issue with you being here, but if you’re staying. Then it’s gonna be an issue. Understand son?” Del knew he was pushing it a bit with that age card he was pulling. But seeing as he looked like he was well into middle age and most people didn’t know about clones aging worse than a bag of duracrete it was usually a safe card for him to play.
Mar looked up, as he pushed the member of staff slightly away so that he could get a clear line of sight at the man standing before him. “Listen here aruetii. I’ve heard of one other Mandalorian, and not seen anymore than that. What I do is my own business, and what you do is yours. As I said, I’m already on a job of a more personal note and that is going to be the only one I’m doing down here. So long as you don’t end up getting in the way of that job, I don’t see why we need to bother each other.”
The guy was old, familiar, and spoke at least a little Mando’a. Then it struck him, Hotshot back home. Or Kain, whatever he was calling himself these days. He had been a clone, he of course knew about the Clone Wars having grown up in the right time period and had dealt with them before but other than Kain they had always had their helmets on. Probably why it took him so long to place the face. Not that it really mattered, why was it people in these places were always so pissy?
“Aruetii odd, seeing as you're the outsider here.” Del growled slightly and rubbed the five-o-clock shadow on his face. It took him second to realize that three mandos was actually two. The one he had seen the other day near Zam’s was the one trying to get the grabbed girl back. The voice was really the only linkage he had, but it was good enough for him to make that jump in logic. Though it stood to reason then that the daughter he had been talking about earlier was the girl that had been grabbed by the Suns. What in the nerf herder were they down here for? Del shook himself out of that line of thought, he couldn’t get invested in these people's lives. Never again.
“Listen, I’ve not been paid to kill you nor do I have any intention to seek such a contract. I would expect you to extend the same courtesy, it would be bad for business for us both. So I will ask again Mar of clan Den, what business do you have here.” Del said in his ever thick clone accent.
“Stop being so literal, if you knew what Aruetii really meant you wouldn’t have tried to call me out on it.” Mar pulled a bag out from under the table, containing the rest of his flight suit and armour. He lifted the shirt over his head and began clipping the individual pieces back onto his armour. One at a time.
“I told you already. I’m not here to take bounties, I’m here looking for one guy who may or may not exist. That’s more than you already need to know, I doubt he’d hire you so it’s all good. We won’t cross paths, and it won’t come to blows anyway. If it makes you feel better low I stick to non-lethal nowadays anyway. The Daughters rather pro llife.” Pulling his glove over his right hand he then picked up his helmet and held it in the cradle of his arm. “So, we done here?”
“I suppose, might want to keep your daughter out of the south burc’ya. The Sun’s are a bit frisky down there.” Del wasn’t necessarily trying to phrase it as a threat but hopefully he at least took the hint that they may well run into each other down there. If it kept him away for a few hours great, if it was for a few days, better. He had a feeling this Siren contract would atleast take a few days, Del just hoped the pay would be worth him being off the market for a few days. While the mando trying to call him out on his meaning was a bit annoying he was certainly not so stupid as to start a fight over an insult.
“Let’s hope your ad pro life view arn’t needed.” Del said as he backed up for a moment then turned on his heel towards the exit. There was no reason for him to remain in this hole for any longer.
"Mandolorian, we need to talk."
Mar just sighed. “The names Mar Den, not Mandalorian. Also, I’m not currently available for hire as I just became the owner of this lovely establishment and am already on a job. If you’re looking for a goon to do your dirty work or join your gang I’m sure there are plenty of people around here to satisfy your needs.”
The clone shook his head. “That’s not what you have baatir. I need to know why there are so many mandos on thirty-thirty, you’re the third one I’ve seen in a week. Last week I’d heard rumors of one. It just so happens you all are trained to do the same thing I am, meaning all of you are a threat to my business. Now, I don’t have an issue with you being here, but if you’re staying. Then it’s gonna be an issue. Understand son?” Del knew he was pushing it a bit with that age card he was pulling. But seeing as he looked like he was well into middle age and most people didn’t know about clones aging worse than a bag of duracrete it was usually a safe card for him to play.
Mar looked up, as he pushed the member of staff slightly away so that he could get a clear line of sight at the man standing before him. “Listen here aruetii. I’ve heard of one other Mandalorian, and not seen anymore than that. What I do is my own business, and what you do is yours. As I said, I’m already on a job of a more personal note and that is going to be the only one I’m doing down here. So long as you don’t end up getting in the way of that job, I don’t see why we need to bother each other.”
The guy was old, familiar, and spoke at least a little Mando’a. Then it struck him, Hotshot back home. Or Kain, whatever he was calling himself these days. He had been a clone, he of course knew about the Clone Wars having grown up in the right time period and had dealt with them before but other than Kain they had always had their helmets on. Probably why it took him so long to place the face. Not that it really mattered, why was it people in these places were always so pissy?
“Aruetii odd, seeing as you're the outsider here.” Del growled slightly and rubbed the five-o-clock shadow on his face. It took him second to realize that three mandos was actually two. The one he had seen the other day near Zam’s was the one trying to get the grabbed girl back. The voice was really the only linkage he had, but it was good enough for him to make that jump in logic. Though it stood to reason then that the daughter he had been talking about earlier was the girl that had been grabbed by the Suns. What in the nerf herder were they down here for? Del shook himself out of that line of thought, he couldn’t get invested in these people's lives. Never again.
“Listen, I’ve not been paid to kill you nor do I have any intention to seek such a contract. I would expect you to extend the same courtesy, it would be bad for business for us both. So I will ask again Mar of clan Den, what business do you have here.” Del said in his ever thick clone accent.
“Stop being so literal, if you knew what Aruetii really meant you wouldn’t have tried to call me out on it.” Mar pulled a bag out from under the table, containing the rest of his flight suit and armour. He lifted the shirt over his head and began clipping the individual pieces back onto his armour. One at a time.
“I told you already. I’m not here to take bounties, I’m here looking for one guy who may or may not exist. That’s more than you already need to know, I doubt he’d hire you so it’s all good. We won’t cross paths, and it won’t come to blows anyway. If it makes you feel better low I stick to non-lethal nowadays anyway. The Daughters rather pro llife.” Pulling his glove over his right hand he then picked up his helmet and held it in the cradle of his arm. “So, we done here?”
“I suppose, might want to keep your daughter out of the south burc’ya. The Sun’s are a bit frisky down there.” Del wasn’t necessarily trying to phrase it as a threat but hopefully he at least took the hint that they may well run into each other down there. If it kept him away for a few hours great, if it was for a few days, better. He had a feeling this Siren contract would atleast take a few days, Del just hoped the pay would be worth him being off the market for a few days. While the mando trying to call him out on his meaning was a bit annoying he was certainly not so stupid as to start a fight over an insult.
“Let’s hope your ad pro life view arn’t needed.” Del said as he backed up for a moment then turned on his heel towards the exit. There was no reason for him to remain in this hole for any longer.
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