Star Wars Dark Tides
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 15:02:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/c/c0/Narshaddaa.jpg)<br><br>All of you have just landed on Nar Shaddaa, for one reason or another you figure this is a good place to hide, or maybe find work.&nbsp; All of you end up at the cantina on the south end of the moon.&nbsp; As you walk in there is a Rodian behind the bar serving drinks, a couple of different type of aliens around the tables and bar, and a man in a black cloak off to the right side in the back.&nbsp; Theres music, dancing, gambling and a few people moving in and out of a back room.&nbsp; The choice is yours what do you do.&nbsp; (Remember your posting orders.)&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 15:48:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Zulia Seth (Arkanian)</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">In a white cloak with black garments and boots she strolled about the cantina before settling near the bar and ordering a drink with the Rodian. Her order was set before her,&nbsp; scooping up the oddly shaped glass, with a thick red and yellow fluid moving slowly within; looked now for a place to settle. On her quick scan of the place spotted a dark figure across the room. Trying not to have eye contact with anyone grabbed her drink and strolled over to a small secluded table that let her see the happy gamblers racking in the winnings. Removing her hood exposed the pure white hair that glowed in light telling all she was Arkanian. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She hadn’t been long sitting and watching the gamblers, able to count the amount each won over a short period. It looked as if neither counted what they had and since she was a little low in the fund department, discreetly waved a finger while she brought the glass to her lips. As if they had the idea themselves her trick worked watching them move over to her. The two of them, walked over to her table plopping a few credits onto her table saying the drinks were on them. She nodded and scoped them into her hand having now more than enough to find a room eat and drink for a few days. Work was not her style but for now she had need to settle and not be on the move. </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 19:04:33</strong>
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				Dark green flightsuit pulled down around his waist; and a grey wifebeater showing his lean, muscular arms; and the tattoo on his right bicep, Argo walked into the cantina. He'd left his ship in a docking bay, and cursed under his breath knowing that he needed to get a job soon to pay for the berth or he'd have to blast his way out of it.<br><br>His blue skin marked him as a Wroonian; he might have been a Pantoran, but his demeanor didn't really vouch for that. His heavy blaster pistol hung from his belt, but it wasn't in a quick draw holster or anything like that; it was just there as a last resort. Sitting at the bar, he nodded at the Rodian and ordered some Corellian ale, then turned around, drink in hand, scanning the crowd. Noticing the Arkanian, he nodded, and gave her a smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Jude</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 20:05:14</strong>
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				Xaros sat in a booth by himself in one of the darker areas of the cantina with drink in hand.&nbsp; Every time he came in he would order the same thing, the cheapest alcohol in the menu, then sit in the same spot while pretending to drink it.&nbsp; Of course he never did, he despised the clouding of the mind alcohol brought on, but he had to appear normal in these turbulent times if he wished to survive.&nbsp; He wasn't a Jedi, hadn't been in years, but somehow he didn't think <em>they</em> would care one way or the other.<br><br>A tingle shot up his spine, it was a disturbingly familiar feeling:&nbsp; there were other force sensitives in close proximity.&nbsp; He looked around the cantina as discretely as he could, trying to pick out anyone out of place.&nbsp; Where there were Jedi there would soon be hunters, thanks to Order 66, this wasn't something he wanted to get caught up in.
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				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 23:58:55</strong>
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				Nivek looked around after walking in, quite pleased to see no one he knew walking in behind him.&nbsp; Traveling with a smuggler had not been what he expected, though it was a lot easier than he thought.&nbsp; The fact that she transported illegal droids made it even better.&nbsp; Of course, her being very pleasant to look at hadn't hurt either.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon she should be meeting him here.&nbsp; She was out looking for a job he supposed, though there was quite a bit he didn't know about their business, and even more he didn't know about her.&nbsp; Still, they had helped each other out quite a bit, though not quite in all the ways he would like to, though he hadn't said anything about it.&nbsp; For all he knew, she would be horrible for him, but given that she was the only person around him most of the time, and an attractive and charming one at that, he often thought about it.<br><br>As usual, he was dressed pretty blandly, his clothing containing a lot of pockets.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't the kind of person who really stood out.&nbsp; He was a rather slim man, light of build, and the slightly baggy clothes he wore did nothing to show the basically athletic cut of his torso.&nbsp; His hair was brown and ungroomed, his skin pale. Completely oblivious to the goings-on around him, he sat back, sighed, and ordered a drink.&nbsp; This was turning out to be a rather peaceful place to lay low.&nbsp; He looked around as he waited and saw Zulia at the bar.&nbsp; <em>Is that her?</em>&nbsp; They had not seen each other for some time, and on a different planet.&nbsp; Doing one last check for people he did not want to recognize, he slowly stood, facing towards her.
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 03:57:49</strong>
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				She hesitated outside the entrance, and drew the facial veil over her face, then the slouched hood over her tightly braided hair.<br><br>Rising to her full 5'7 height, she walked in straight to the bar and leaned against it, tapping her fingers along it's surface as she waited for service.<br><br>The information she'd been leaked was muddled, but deeply intriguing, and her instinct for a good lead -and even better story- had her now idle on an unfamiliar bar.&nbsp; Her credentials -and a good amount of credit- were stowed carefully away in her slim, gray robes.&nbsp; Just in case.&nbsp; No thief could have extracted them, without a great amount of effort and shuffling through dozens of pockets.<br><br>The barkeep stopped near her, plunking down a drink to another patron and Liumius leaned forward and murmured, 'Wine, grape.&nbsp; No swill.' Her fingers slid forward with the exact amount required under them in credit, -plus a tip for good measure.-&nbsp; Liumius appreciated the simple things in life...like appreciating those who served, and what they could produce, when properly motivated.<br><br>Quickly a tall, pale pink glass was set before her and Liumius set herself to appreciating the drink, lifting her veil slightly to accomodate the glass.&nbsp; It was passable.&nbsp; She was aware of many others around her...including some that might be important...and she let the knowledge wash over her like a soft cloud.<br><br>Thus enveloped, she observed, never taking her eyes from the pale pink glass in her hands. &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 04:00:13</strong>
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				Demetra had landed and needed to stretch her legs and get a drink before offloading her cargo. She liked to check out the area before moving a cargo so she knew the area. She was glad she had Nivek with her.&nbsp; He had been more useful then she would have thought. <br><br>As she walked in, her reddish skin made it obvious that she was a Zeltron.&nbsp; She is a short beautiful woman with long blue hair and a slight reddish tent to her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has a shapely figure with an athletic build She is wearing a black haltertop, tight black pants with knee high boots with 4” heels.&nbsp; On her side she wore a blaster pistol. <br><br>She walks in and looks around. Seeing Nivek, she walks over towards him "There you are. I was just out stretching my legs. Buy me a drink?" she smiles at him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 13:28:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/172/f/7/Lord_Sith_Rodier_by_Rodier.jpg)<br><br>The man sitting in the booth looked up as he felt the presence of others in the force enter the cantina.&nbsp; One by one they seemed to be drawn here, where it was good timing or the force at work he didn't know. Taking in their appearance as they entered the cantina door he lowered his head and puffed on his pipe.&nbsp; His yellow eyes glowing as the flame emitted from the pipe. <br><br>The only emotion anyone would feel from him would be a sick form of happiness as he sent a force message out to Xaros. ~Have you fallen so far my dear Jedi.&nbsp; Come now Xaros stop toying with your drinks.~<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 15:36:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Waiting for an opening at the crowded gambling tables was buzzed by a Woornian (Argo) passing by the table giving her a nod. He seemed unobtrusive enough and presented no danger. Nodding back to the handsome blue guy remained still unto her self. She was feeling a little lucky and saw how the tables were working and that came from her own natural ability of intelligence.&nbsp; Zulia knew the idea of gambling would be distasteful at best if she were back in training as a Padwan. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">How she earned her Jedi Knight Status was her business and that happened in a bizarre way as is known. She looked at the thick red and yellow drink in her hand grinning, knew it was nothing to her to drink it down; but to another might they may find it rather hard to swallow.&nbsp; It moved not from her moving the glass but on its own, since it was living protein as her people consumed it was often hard to find. Zuilia swallowed the mass in one swallow allowing it to flow straight down into her throat and was done. She rose from her seat and headed to the tables to throw a few credits down. Seeing an opportunity decided to play it fair and let as they say lady luck see to her winnings. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">As she watched her chances like everyone else, flashing with the lights she saw someone standing looking right at her. A big grin swelled across her face as she knew instantly who it was and as she did heard her good fortune of winning 400 credits. Nodding at Nivek gave him that look that said hold, I’ll come to you. The table crier looked her way and hissed his words as he couldn’t help it being a reptile asking if she wishes to play again. She nodded and watched the lights and knew where by calculating the odds she would win again. As the lights stopped so did she hearing she won another 400 credits for a total of 800. Reaching over she took her winnings and departed the table and moving now to greet a long time friend. He was by now joined by a lovely woman (Demetra) without a doubt a Zeltron.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Still there was something in her telling of other forces near and had to remain focused feeling this. “Hello my old friend. It has been a long time since we saw one another. May I join you? She grinned.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 17:50:42</strong>
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				Argo sipped his drink and watched the newcomers walk in. Being himself, he couldn't help but smile charmingly at the ladies, like the Zeltron or the dark-haired human; still sizing them up as much as the males, because he didn't know who could be a threat. He asked the Rodian if they served food; and when he got an affirmative answer, he ordered a bantha burger with some Rodian fries.<br><br>Apparently the Zeltron, the Arkanian and the human male knew each other... business? Yes, it couldn't be just pleasure in this barren rock...
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				Post by: <strong>Jude</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 22:42:32</strong>
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				Xaros shuddered deeply upon feeling the questioning malevolence engulf him.&nbsp; It used his name.&nbsp; Somehow it either knew him or had the ability to read his thoughts.&nbsp; Neither was beyond the realm of possibility, but both were dangerous likelihoods.&nbsp; He froze for a moment, considering the situation and trying to decide what to do.<br><br>Running wouldn't do much good if it was a hunter, he didn't need to run if it was a Jedi (even though it didn't feel that way), but whoever it was, maybe he could make them understand and they'd leave him alone.&nbsp; That seemed unlikely, but he didn't have many options, so it was worth a try.<br><br>He replied through the force, pressing back outward at that unknown entity his own message, "I haven't fallen.&nbsp; I am neither Jedi nor Sith.&nbsp; I have no need for such pointlessly restraining dogmas.&nbsp; I just wish to be who I am without any arbitrary rules forced upon me."<br><br>He closed his eyes, remembering why he left the Jedi order, and wrapping his left hand around his cybernetic right arm.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it wasn't the arm that made him leave, but it seemed to remind him of it.&nbsp; The arm was almost a keepsake of whatever loss still plagued him and had encouraged him to sever the bond between himself and the temple at Coruscant.&nbsp; But he didn't hate the Jedi, it wasn't hate that motivated him.&nbsp; There was a deep regret and twinge of loneliness and sorrow.
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				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 23:35:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Nivek smiled at Demetra, shaking his head.&nbsp; She knew he would buy her a drink, though clearly enjoyed asking.&nbsp; "I suppose I might...what'll ya have?"&nbsp; He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but she seemed to enjoy the little game.&nbsp; He idly glanced at her clothing, and reminded himself just how aware she was of her effect on men...and some women.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked towards the bar so as not to end up staring (though admittedly there were worse ways to spend the time) and saw Zulia walking towards him. <em>Old friend</em>.&nbsp; Those words definitely summed it up.&nbsp; He had, of course, wanted more, but Jedi were not entirely supposed to become involved with such feelings, and she was intimidating enough without that.&nbsp; "Of course you may join us.&nbsp; Zulia, this is Demetra.&nbsp; Demetra, Zulia."&nbsp; He gestured back and forth accordingly and looked at Demetra.&nbsp; "Zulia and I were close back when I had a simpler life."&nbsp; There was more that could be said, but he kinda liked the idea of Demetra being in the dark about something in his past.&nbsp; He certainly spent enough time guessing about her.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned back to Demetra.&nbsp; "Demetra is my new business partner, though she does most of the work.&nbsp; I mainly tinker with droids and occasionally the ship's computers"&nbsp; He smiled, kinda proud at how cool his new life sounded.&nbsp; It <em>was</em> a cool life.&nbsp; He wanted to tell her more, but knew he couldn't go into too many details.
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 17:52:18</strong>
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				Liumius paused briefly, her drink halfway to her lips.&nbsp; There was a sensation in the air, and she had learned long ago not to ignore its presence...though little did she understand it.&nbsp; She forced herself to take a small drink and placed the glass back on the counter.<br><br>She turned casually to lean back against the bar, her eyes scanning through the throng of patrons.&nbsp; A Wroonian ordering some food flashed a grin to many of the females, to which Liumius raised and eybrow in answer, measuring him up in a brief look, and moved her eyes away. At the gambling tables, she witnessed an ongoing conversation that she instinctively felt would be worth listening to, then assimilated the faces and let go of the thought, her eyes again moving away.&nbsp; There were probably dozens of such conversations of all kinds going on in the place.<br><br>It was then that she paused, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling as a wash of confusing gooseflesh crawled down her arms.&nbsp; <em>...conversations of all kinds...</em>&nbsp; <br>She clamped down on the reaction and mentally filed away these tidbits for later review.<br><br>Liumius turned as the barkeep asked if she'd like a refill, and shook her head, then continued to scan the room.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 05:09:00</strong>
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				Looking at Nivek "Oh, get me a nice cold beer. A large one." she could take it.&nbsp; She knew she had an effect on him and tries not to take advantage of her powers. <br><br>"Glad to meet you Zulia" she extends out her hand to her.&nbsp; She would have to talk to her to see what Nivek was like a way back. <br><br>"Oh, he does some work. He keeps the ship running. I am the pilot and I leave the maintenance to him and the droid." she has let him have run of the ship except for her stateroom, which is her private area. "We are still working out some things."<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 13:54:02</strong>
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				The man hide his face in the shadows as if pulling the light itself away from him.&nbsp; His eyes locked onto the of the once Jedi man.&nbsp; ~Come now Xaros your arm was weak before.&nbsp; Now you have some much more power from this new one.&nbsp; Don't worry about the small things.~&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Standing up the black cloaked man walked towards the bar.&nbsp; "Make that two of those."&nbsp; He said as the woman ordered another drink.&nbsp; he turned his head towards the somewhat human female and then back to the bar tender.
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				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 16:56:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Taking a seat at the table, she rejoined an old friend and made a new acquaintance for now. Taking Demetra’s hand she nodded her head to her. “It is nice to meet you Demetra. It is a good thing you are looking after this sorry sack of bones; last we saw one another he was crying about a job … I see he has made good on this with you. You are a pilot huh, how interesting.” She laughed a little. “Yes we are old friends indeed and have had our share of being scoundrels together. Still I wonder how we never got caught …I would say we were well looked after by the universe.” She raised her hand slightly to get the attention of the bar keep and have the same brought to her again. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“You two sound as if adventure still rings true for you both especially you Nivek; still tinkering with droids. You know Nee Nee would love to see you again. “</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 22:18:19</strong>
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				Seeing Liumius at the bar, Argo nodded at her and gave her a smile "New around? Cause I sure could use a friendly face, don't know about you. Let me buy you a drink, will ya?" From his clothes and the way he talked and moved, he was definitely a pilot of some sort. Smuggler? No, he didn't look like one, but he could be.
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				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 23:17:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Nivek nods at Demetra, exactly what he thought she would want.&nbsp; "On large beer, shot of date rape, got it."&nbsp; He winked at her before turning away.&nbsp; He often flirted heavily around her, and thought she was flirting back, but was never sure.&nbsp; Sometimes she joked back, and every once in a while she would show him something, whether it was modeling an outfit she intended to use for manipulation on someone else, or adjusting her top, perhaps leaning when next to him.&nbsp; Sometimes she would brush against him lightly, though whether any of this was on purpose or just the kinda thing that happened over an extended period of time was unknown to him.&nbsp; He hadn't tried to ask.&nbsp; And as for the brushing, he did often stand close to her while she worked on the ship with him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He went over to the bar and got her a beer, not getting another drink for himself since his wasn't finished yet.&nbsp; Walking back, he smiled as Zuilia mentioned Nee Nee.&nbsp; "He still works?"&nbsp; Nee Nee had been Nivek's first attempt at a hovering droid, with mixed results.&nbsp; His "flight" was unsteady at best, and the "Nee Nee" had been its attempt to say "Nivek" and getting hung up.&nbsp; The fact that she had kept him proved that their friendship had meant as much to her as him, and that maybe she had returned his feelings, even though nothing could come of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Jude</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 23:23:03</strong>
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				Xaros decided to ignore the voice.&nbsp; He knew who and what he was, and didn't need anyone else trying to implant ideas into his head.&nbsp; His new arm wasn't a toy, and even if it did pack a little extra punch, getting it hadn't been his objective when he chose to dive in front of oncoming fire during the Clone Wars.&nbsp; Whatever the malevolent presence was, it didn't know him anymore than the Jedi did.<br><br>Xaros stretched and looked around.&nbsp; He sensed Jedi as well, even vague emanations coming from specific people in the room.&nbsp; He wondered if he should warm them that something was wrong here.&nbsp; Did he owe that to the Jedi?&nbsp; Hadn't they all earned this retribution named Order 66 with their arrogance and dogma?<br><br>For now he decided to remain seated, and keep an eye on things.
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 21:26:38</strong>
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				<br>Liumius regarded the Wroonian for a full fifteen seconds before she responded.&nbsp; She picked up her drink and walked slowly to his spot, sitting down opposite him.&nbsp; She could sense no great threat from him and relaxed.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking another drink, she set her glass down just as a server brought the Wroonian his ordered food.<br><br>The smell was tempting, and Liumius decided to take advantage.<br><br>"I'll take an order of the same here.&nbsp; And some water."<br><br>As the server left, Liumius leaned forward and took one of the Wroonian's Rodian fries. She pointed at herself with the fry and spoke.<br><br>"Liumius. And who are you, neighbor?"&nbsp; <br><br>She took a bite of the food.
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 23:23:54</strong>
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				Argo watched the dark-haired human and smiled "Name's Argo; I'm a pilot... at your service. How about you, who are you, and what brings you around?" He took one of his fries and put it in his mouth, chewing, the downed it with some ale.
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				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 00:44:20</strong>
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				*A group of five stormtroopers have entered the cantina and are searching the room for a owner of a ship matching a dockingbay 25.&nbsp; Doktor this is your ship and the captain has just walked up to you asking if you are docked there.&nbsp; The remaining four are looking around the room and two of them have spotted the man in the dark cloak.&nbsp; the other two are walking towards the gambling tables and seem to be looking for anything at all.<br>**********************************************************
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 01:33:29</strong>
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				Argo answers the trooper "Yes sir, that's my ship. Is there a problem?" He tries to keep a straight face.
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 02:07:59</strong>
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				Liumius sits back, closing her mouth.&nbsp; She was about to answer Argo when the Stormtroopers arrived, one directly coming to their table.<br><br>She listens avidly, the reporter in her noting every word, every movement in the bar.&nbsp; She watches Argo's face as he answers, leaning forward to cooly take another fry off his plate, and wondered what was going on.
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				Post by: <strong>Jude</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 05:20:43</strong>
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				Xaros stretched with a relaxed look on his face, yawning loudly.&nbsp; Stormtroopers were clueless.&nbsp; They were so deaf to the force that a Sith Lord could stand behind them and move an entire planet without them noticing.&nbsp; Xaros would have wondered how an entire legion of troops managed to not have a <em>single</em> force sensitive among them, but knew they were clones.&nbsp; He'd fought them before.<br><br>It was a flaw in their design which could be readily exploited in civilian situations.&nbsp; They fought well enough during wartime, but they weren't good policemen at all.&nbsp; And they were even worse at hunting down Jedi who actually knew they were coming.&nbsp; Order 66 had only really enjoyed the success it did because of trust.&nbsp; Xaros knew better than to really trust anyone.<br><br>As long as he kept looking aloof and unimportant they'd drift right by him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 05:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia laughed slightly as Nivek ran over how Nee Nee would behave on a good day. He’s fine and waiting just outside perched in a good position to watch the goings on and warn me about trouble.” She smiled and finished off her drink and was about to get another when storm troopers made an appearance questioning certain folks about a docked ship. She had no choice but to use her abilities and really pay attention as the one marked as a Captain approached a single guy (Argo) at the bar. She looked at Nivek and Demetra and nodded her head to them that things will be ok. She heard the ship was at docking bay 25. Leaning into them spoke in a low whisper, “Your ship isn’t at docking bay 25 is it?” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Before she can get her table company to answer she hears the Woornian answer up to owning the ship. Zuilia is primed to act and cannot figure out why…she didn’t know the gentleman and she was not under any obligation to get involved. But storm troopers had a tendency to rub her wrong. Her instincts were screaming to get out of there but instead she sat waiting to see what else these walking footmen wanted. Two moved over to the dark gentleman and it was not just that he wore dark attire she felt something. The annoyed gamblers made noise about being questioned and felt there had to be more to this. Her hand dropped down to her left thigh as she slipped a hand into her cloak. Her hand comfortably rested upon her weapon of choice, a light saber.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 02:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches the Stromtroopers enter and sighs. "I just wanted to have a nice quiet night, have a drink, a good meal." she leans back, slipping her hand close to her blaster. She had to be ready if things got ugly.<br><br>She looks at Nivek "If it gets ugly, stay close to me, we head towards the ship. The R2 can start it up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 03:43:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Nivek smiled proudly as Zuilia talked about Nee Nee.&nbsp; He didn't even notice the stormtroopers until both Zuilia and Demetra were looking at them, both seeming tense.&nbsp; Nivek wasn't worried.&nbsp; He knew he looked as harmless as...well, as he was to be candid.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked to Demetra as she spoke and watched her slide her hand to her blaster, somehow surprised to see her wearing it, not that he should be.&nbsp; She was generally pretty well prepared for things, something Nivek appreciated as he almost never was.&nbsp; He didnt' even notice Zuilia reaching for her lightsaber.&nbsp; Nivek simply reached for his drink, determined to at least finish it in case he had to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:06:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Two stormtroppers removed a young man from his table a dragged him outside to their hover cart and made their way back in.<br><br>1 person withdrew.<br>**************************************
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, officer, you going to tell me what's the problem with my ship?" Argo asked, still playing it cool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The stormtroopers looked down into his datapad then back up at the man. "It was stolen 30 minutes ago.&nbsp; We have reason to believe it was carrying illegal goods and if found will be impounded into our shipyard. Good day Sir."&nbsp; The trooper turned his back and waved a hand to his other troops to reform.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo frowned and cursed under his breath. "The ship itself is ilegal cargo." he thought. He had to get it back... but how? He went back to munch on his food and finish his drink. He might need to ask for help...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia was feeling a bit frazzled with so many emotions stirred with the Troopers bullying folks. A man was dragged out quicker then she could get a look at him. The commotion with the ship was mentioned as she gathered it was stolen and held an interesting cargo. How the Woornian’s vessel was taken and whoever did take it, might have known what was on it. She really couldn’t help him, the troopers were well within their power this round…but she was not too sure the fate of the unknown that was dragged from the cantina was legal. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She felt nearer her the intense pose of another and looked at Demetra who was ready for anything. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“After all these long years …you would have thought you learned to use a laser or even have one in case, Nivek.” She frowned jokingly at him as she whispered. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:20:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liumius raised her eyebrows as someone was yanked from the place and the bad news was delivered to Argo in such a curt, short fashion. He cursed under her breath and Liumius couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head and swallowing her food.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at what happened, it just struck me as ruefully unfortunate.&nbsp; And delivered in such a manner on top of that.&nbsp; I guess they don't teach compassion where they train those guys."&nbsp; She cleaned her hands on a napkin and frowned at him.&nbsp; "Seriously though, what are you going to do?" &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 07:57:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo sighed "I really don't know. That ship's all I've got... I'm thinking of seeing if anyone here can help me get it back, find it and get it back. I don't really have any money, but I'd be glad to pay with work after I get my ship back. I'm sure there's a smuggler or somesuch around that can use a good starfighter pilot like me as an escort against pirates, or a fast courier."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 13:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man in the dark colak at the bar gave out a little laugh.&nbsp; "Seems you have more trouble then you can handle friend."&nbsp; His eyes flicked to the man once then back to his drink.&nbsp; "I maybe willing to help you....for a price that is."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 17:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo looked at him "I don't really have money... as I was saying, I can pay in services; when I get my ship back better; or even without it if I don't get it back. You won't find a better starfighter pilot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His yellow eyes flicking to him for the first time as he said. "And if I help you get this ship back.&nbsp; Would you be willing to kill?"&nbsp; His voice wasn't cold, and didn't show any emotion as he watched the man and probed into his mind for his answers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I only kill in space, ship to ship, when it's an enemy who defends himself." Argo said. "Nothing else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then lets get your ship."&nbsp; The man in the black cloak stood up and waited to see if anyone else had the guts to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm Argo... who do I have the pleasure of working with?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 07:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liumius sat back, watching the exchange between the two.<br><br><em>Now here are an interesting turn of events...</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She couldn't help it.&nbsp; The terrible curiosity which had driven her to research and journalism perked up it's head and soaked it all in.&nbsp; She was beginning to enjoy the evening.&nbsp; She had nothing to lose.&nbsp; She was a pariah to her own kind.&nbsp; She was compelled.&nbsp; <em>Kill.</em> the dark one had said.&nbsp; Liumius watched him, then Argro, entranced.<br><br>Clearing her throat, she momentarily interupped the conversation.&nbsp; "Hmm...um...I don't mean to pry...but I sense a story here. I'm...well...I...research things."&nbsp; She leaned forward, eyes bright.&nbsp; "Would either one of you be against someone from the freepress joining in your...well, whatever it is?&nbsp; Well....maybe you would, if whatever it is your doing you don't <em>want</em> in the freepress." She flicked her eyes between them, leaning back.&nbsp; "I'll say right now, <em>I've</em> already been honest, yet I can't resist a story in the making, even if no one else is interested in reading about it.&nbsp; I can't do any harm, can I?&nbsp; Plus," she grinned, taking the last bite of her fry. "I can do wonders in a galley.&nbsp; I can help haul out a cargo hold with the best of them...and I have a knack for finding things out." Liumius gave a small shrug and flicked her eyes between Argo and the other, chewing her fry, an almost pious look on her face.&nbsp; <br><br>Whatever their answer, she didn't regret asking...<em>knowing</em> there was a story here, waiting for her to sniff out...well, that's all she cared about.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 07:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Press?" Argo asked. "Lady, we're not exactly legal, you know.... and press might be unwanted attention..." he looked at her, inspecting her looks... and unable to deny he was attracted to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 04:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liumius leaned forward and spoke, pointing at her ear.<br><br>"<em>Free</em>press. Didn't you hear that? That means I report what I've seen, not who's doing it.&nbsp; What the hell would be the point otherwise?&nbsp; I'd never get another job again." She raised her hand up for emphasis&nbsp; "The entire damned idea is to inform, <em>not</em> to lead the authorities, who can kiss my ass as far as I'm concerned, to the sources.&nbsp; Plus I'm risking alot, telling someone I don't know what I do.&nbsp; I've known of a few of my profession to turn up face down in a gutter.&nbsp; Up to you to risk it or not."<br><br>She sat back and shrugged, taking a drink from her glass of water, watching Argo, then flicking her eyes to the dark cloaked one, and back again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 04:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded "I heard it. Okay, so you're good at finding information, are you?" Argo asked her, taking another sip from his drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned crookedly at Argo. "Good, at least we know you can hear.&nbsp; Rather important for a ships captain so I'd say.&nbsp; And yes.." she tilted her head and put down her water. "I might have ways of finding things out.&nbsp; Comes with the job, ya know?"<br><br>Liumius looked back up, no longer joking. "So then, what say you, Argo?&nbsp; I came here for a reason, call it 'karma' or whatever the hell you want, and guess what, flyboy? <em>That</em> one," she flicked her thumb at the one in black. "whom your so ready to toss your fortune with hasn't even told you his name.&nbsp; So tell me, what's <em>that</em> all about?"<br><br>She grinned at him, taking yet another of his fries and eating it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My former rank is Captain, but I'm the only crew of the Longshot." he said. "And well, if it's the Force that brought you here... same for him. Ship's my only possesion, I'll take all the help I can get."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia hadn’t plan on doing anything but get a room and now she was feeling a need to watch the guy whose ship was stolen. “Hey you two are you up to a little fun?” She turned her gaze to her companions and smiled evil like with a slight smirk to show the fun in mind to come.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“It’s apparent whatever that guy was carrying is more important to the guard then the Captain himself. They want that ship as did the one who took it. So, I figure we can sit around here and indulge ourselves in the drink and money to be had or we set ourselves up for fun, fun, fun. Besides I am interest in what the hype is all about. Aren’t you two curious enough to want to know?” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She felt another force present and that was harder to detect as if purposely masked from Jedi alike. She couldn’t ignore that fact and built up her companion’s interest in the journey. Why should she be interested in the cargo she hadn’t a clue herself and she was sure the captain of the ship wasn’t just going to tell her. The bar maid came near that Zuilia spoke in the language of the maid asking for another protein drink and then added with a plunk of shimmering sun…..a cube of alcohol she often helped herself to having…..it wouldn’t affect her…much but then again she hadn’t drank it’s like in sometime…since her studies. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Giving a whistle in three different notes brought in a mechanical owl called Nee Nee. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man in the dark cloak was watching the two of them chattering back and forth, as his yellow and red trimmed eyes moved with the conversation.&nbsp; Soon enough he found an opening in their chat that he said.&nbsp; "I have no need for names right now, that would be....safer for you two.&nbsp; Now if you are as good at finding information as you came I have a name I want you to find the face."&nbsp; He handed her a datapad containing the name of the Hutt who had claimed the ship, and a brief detail of what sector to look in.&nbsp; His head turned to the captain as he said to him.&nbsp; "Remember our deal."&nbsp; With that said he turned his back and said. "Be ready to leave in one hour for our....trip.&nbsp; If our friend comes through with the information."&nbsp; He walked back to his table and removed a device from underneath it.&nbsp; Then he headed out the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 23:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo looked at Zuilia "I have no cargo!" he protested. Then he looked to the cloaked figure "Oh, you think we'll get it back in an hour? If it's so easy, then why haven't you claimed my ship for yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:52:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning before he hit the door he said. "For the same reason I haven't killed you yet."&nbsp; With that he left them behind and attended to other matters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 05:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great." Argo said, smirking. "Now, I'm going to see that Hutt about my ship... Who's coming?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:38:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liumius looked down at the datapad in her hand, giving the dark cloaked one a final look as he turned and left.&nbsp; She flicked through it. <br><br>Looking up at Argo as he spoke, she tapped on the datapad.<br><br>"Easy enough.&nbsp; I can't see why he'd need help locating this...there is something else going on here obviously.&nbsp; Let's go. This Hutt should be simple enough to find.&nbsp; You lead on, Agro, we need to go to the Delta Two sector, and I need to make a call." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 12:47:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great." Argo said. "Let's get a speedercab out there." he said, walking out of the cantina and flagging down a cab. He touched the butt of his blaster on his hip, for reassurance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 03:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Demetra had been listening and decided that she would go along to see what what going on. She was too curious of a person sometimes. <br><br>"Hi Argo, if you are going to piss off the empire, I am with you" she grins. She slips into the speeder with the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 04:31:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned at her "Then who do I have the pleasure of pissing off the Empire with, miss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi, I am Demetra, a pilot and I know a little bit about mechanics. I just like a challenge and I think getting your ship back will be one" she grinned as she leans back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice to meet you, Demetra." he says with a smile. "A pilot and a Zeltron? My kind of lady." he grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liumius was squished to the farthest end as Argo made room for someone.&nbsp; She leaned forward as the female slipped in, introducing herself.<br><br>Grinning, Liumius gave her a wave with the datapad in her hand.&nbsp; "Welcome to the insanity, Demetra.&nbsp; Who the hell knows what's going to happen, but it's nice to meet someone just as willing to throw herself into it.&nbsp; I'm Liumius, by the way."&nbsp; she pushed against Argo so she could bring out her free hand to offer it to Demetra.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:22:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia watched as Demetra decided to go after and join the others leaving on an adventure and looked at Nivek, “Your friend is brave enough to leave even you and seek her own fortune it would seem. Shall we, but if not I must go and that is my desire.” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She sent Nee Nee back to a safe place and headed through the cantina’s doors to chase after the three would be adventurers sharing in a common interest. “Hey, I’m going too and ok Captain so you don’t have any cargo let’s just help in the procurement of that vessel …anything the Empire wants is always an interest of mine.” She slipped in the cab with words offering up her proper greetings to all and spoke. “I am Zuilia, please to meet you (Liumius) she looked at the woman and smiled. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hmm, Demetra I know you but to the Captain (Argo) I’ve not had the pleasure of properly being addressed through introductions.”</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo smiled ad Zuilia, and extended his hand "You can call me Argo... I don't have any kind of rank anymore. People also call me Longshot, which is my callsign. Pleased to meet you, Miss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:38:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Fair enough Argo, no titles and you can call me just Zuilia wthout the Miss….” She grinned and tried to keep the light saber hidden as best she could in close proximity of the others. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:57:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Zuilia it is, then." he said with another charming smile, but his keen eyes noticed she was trying to hide something. Some kind of weapon?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 23:08:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting to accommodate the rapidly filling speeder, Liumius kept one ear on the conversation while reaching for her communicator, tucking it into her ear.&nbsp; She smiled at Zuilia in greeting.&nbsp; The more the merrier, as far as she was concerned.<br><br>She looked over the datapad again, waiting for her call to be answered.<br><br>"Heya Xak, it's me. I need you to pinpoint a specific part of the Delta Two sector, specifically a Hutt.&nbsp; Yes I said a Hutt.&nbsp; Yathmak the Hutt.&nbsp; No, you can't ask me why I need to know right now, can you just get the info?&nbsp; I'm sitting here in an idling speedercab and the credits are starting to add up, so I don't have all day.&nbsp; Thanks"<br><br>She looked over at Argo, holding up one finger as Xak relayed the information to her, then she quickly added the location into the datapad.<br><br>"Great.&nbsp; Thanks Xak.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; Ya?&nbsp; What a shocker.&nbsp; I might need you to scrape up some other stuff for me later so don't go and get drunk on me, 'kay?&nbsp; Hah, bye Xak."<br><br>Liumius removed the communicator from her ear, turning the datapad to show Argo.&nbsp; "Here, your ship should be right here if the information from that man from the bar was correct. Yathmak the Hutt sounds like a real sweetheart, so who knows what were headed into over there.&nbsp; Anyway, the area is Delta Two sector, Upper Fourth Port.&nbsp; Are we ready to go?&nbsp; You wanna tell the cabbie where to head out?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 00:29:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Argo studied the datapad, then looked at Liumius and nodded "Good job." he turned to the cabbie droid and told him where to go. Then, with a grim look on his face, he checked his blaster "Everybody ready? Expect the usual kind of thugs a Hutt has working for him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 07:06:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; Zuilia smiled at Argo over his welcome and merely nodded hearing the more the merrier comment from Liumius who was busy on a communicator pad. Zuilia waited for the journey to begin as she observed the actions of the two holding the cards for now. Their predicated destination was the Hutt’s and that was by far impressive.&nbsp; “You have such reliable connections, to acquire such information so easily.” Zuilia commented.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure as yet but those of the dark force can easily mask their selves and so she was hoping to stay alert as much as possible on this mission. <br>&nbsp;<br>“I mean for you to know where to look while the storm troopers still are searching this quadrant; I am sure…well you cannot blame me for saying it is very impressive.” She gave a grin toward Argo and Zuilia as she leaned back for comfort as they took off finally. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Yes I shall expect the usual thugs.” Her hand made no gesture toward her light saber as not to draw any further attention to it or herself as being a Jedi. She wanted to appear like an adventurer or explorer ready for any action.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 19:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging, Liumius settled back, observing the three others.&nbsp; If she were to guess, she would say she was probably the only one without some type of weapon.&nbsp; <br><br>"The information is public knowledge.&nbsp; There really wasn't anything more to it then having someone access those records.&nbsp; The Hutts are usually not shy and retiring, and obviously this particular one does buisness with the public so really, nothing impressive about finding out where he'd be located."&nbsp; she frowned.&nbsp; "It is odd that that man in the bar wouldn't just provide all the information...how did he know that your ship was taken by the Hutt anyway? ...I guess we'll find out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 20:49:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, he obviously had access to more information." Argo said. "It's weird that he asked me if I would kill for my ship, then was completely okay when I said I only kill in battle and if absolutely necessary..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 13:39:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing on the platform as their cab came into a landing the man in the black robes watched as a small group of people seemed to be with him.&nbsp; He gave a little smile as he waited for them to exit, his cloak blowing in the wind as his arms stayed crossed in front of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 21:22:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia observed for now as Liumius explained how common the knowledge was, not denying it was out there but knowing who took the ship was her point. “Yes it is odd you were approached by a man who knew what the troopers did not. But then you are following him are we not?” she stared a little at Argo who admitted his agreement with this unknown man was one of blood. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 03:30:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That ship is all I got left..." Argo said, as all explanation. He looked at the cloaked man and said "So, you were coming over here and you had us come separately? What was that about?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 03:29:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Demetra smiled at all of the people she had not known previously. She rode along, listening, amazed at how fast the information was gotten. She knew she had to be ready to escape if she needed too. She wondered who the hell the guy in the cloak was. <br><br>She got out of the cab, looking around, she kept her hand close to her blaster.&nbsp; "So, what now? Talk to the Hutt and try to get the ship back?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 03:56:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll try talking first, yes." Argo said. "We can't discard that option without trying it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 12:59:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dark man watched as they filed one by one out of the cab, listening he said.&nbsp; "Were gonna kill them all.&nbsp; You'll have to put your ship back together after were through.&nbsp; It seems they were trying to find out why it was so special."&nbsp; He looked over at the Jedi and said.&nbsp; "Don't worry honey.&nbsp; Many more lives will be saved by killing this worm."&nbsp; He turned and walked down the narrow street of the warehouse district.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 13:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kill them all?" Argos asked. "No, that's just not right! And the ship's not that special, just a prototype with some improvements, but nothing revolutionary!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 13:36:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He spun around trying not to reach out just yet, as he said with a sneer. "Tell that to the hutt.&nbsp; The only ships they see around here are those Tie Uglies.&nbsp; And I guess you think they are going to just hand it over nicely uh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, they're not going tohand it over, but I'm not shooting to kill unless is necessary." Argo replies.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped walking and turned stepping in front of the Pilots face.&nbsp; "And you think we will get in and out of there without a fight?&nbsp; Maybe they will be nice and just give you the pieces as they beg for your forgiveness.&nbsp; You can stay here and I'll take your ship flyboy if it makes you feel better."&nbsp; The mans eyes glowing yellow and red as he spoke.&nbsp; Looking to the group he turned and continued to walk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:36:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I never said that." Argo answered. "I just said I'm not shooting to kill if it's not necessary."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:38:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Demetra walks along "I have to admit, when you deal with hutts, it has to be final or they keep coming after you.&nbsp; They have long memories. Just so you know, if we have to run, follow me, I also have a ship here."<br><br>She undoes the clasp on her blaster "If the hutt wants it, you will have to fight and that mean killing him. Just so u know, normally I am against killing but hutts don't have any compulsion about it and they show no mercy"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I've killed before." he said. "I'm a war veteran, and while I'm a starfighter pilot, I've shot people with my own pistol... I just don't like doing it if it's not necessary."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 21:00:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Demetra was the fighter one would come to expect from her life style, but she eyed the man that they caught up with and had given the information to Argo. “I’m Zuilia.” She held out a hand deliberately toward the cloaked man on the platform. “I understand the need to kill if one must ….but tell me sir…. as I am sure it is my curiosity that interests me in all this …Just what is it that is your interest if we get the ship back?” </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Zuilia wasn’t sure if he would take hold of her hand. She learned such a customary greeting over a few years among frieds. thsi hand shake comes in handy in situations like this when she needed a skin contact of a target t better rad them.&nbsp; </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 14:08:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping around the corner of the street they came to a turbolift as the man in the black cloak reached inside his pocket and removed a badge, sliding it down and opening the door he turned to the party members at hand.&nbsp; "This will take us to the hutts lounge.&nbsp; All we have to do is have his guards take us to see the hutt and offer him.....payment for your ship.&nbsp; You guys keep him busy and I will locate your vessel.&nbsp; Any questions?"&nbsp; He looked around before stepping into the shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 21:50:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're... offering payment" Argo asked. "Really?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 20:30:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man chuckled to himself lightly and turned his head towards the pilot. "Of sorts."&nbsp; He gave him a grin and rubbed his belt pouch.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 23:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; Zuilia was quite something told her to be more observant less confrontational. She thought the plan wraong with the mention that this man seeks the ship as they try to offer payment to the Hutts. That was not going to bowl over well she thought but then her thoughts were not her concern. The ship was and her own intelligence and sarcastic ways could get her killed. She settled down.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Very well as you say sir; I just hope you have our backs once you do find he ship. I think we’ll be needing a fast get away.”&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Dark Tides </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duncan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 19:24:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closed.
			</dd>
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