Star Wars: Shadows Rising
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>19-09-2019, 03:34:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/3cMx7ss.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...<br><br><strong>Star Wars: Shadows Rising<br>It is a time of unease in the galaxy. The newly minted Galactic Empire has seized control of nearly every corner and aspect of the galaxy. In the name or law and order people’s rights and freedoms are being suppressed. The Emperor holds the inner and middle rim in an iron fist. But not all hope is lost for the galaxy. For among the fringes of galactic society, on the grungy and forgotten worlds of the outer rim freedom is still a possibility for those willing to grasp for it. It is out here, in the wilds of the outer rim, that trouble is brewing. But in these tumultuous times fortune favors the bold. Glory awaits those willing to seize it...</strong></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>19-09-2019, 03:34:44</strong>
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				<strong>Current event:</strong><br><br>Post header:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5][/img][/floatleft] [color=color1][b]Name:[/b][/color]<br>[color=color2][b]Location:[/b][/color]<br>[color=color1][b]Tagging:[/b][/color]<br>[color=color2][b]Notes:[/b][/color]<br>[color=color1][b]Wounds: current/max[/b][/color]&nbsp; &nbsp;[color=color2][b]Strain: current/max[/b][/color]&nbsp; &nbsp;[color=color1][b]Status:[/b][/color]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Information Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303260.0)<br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303259.0)</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 15:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jJR8usf.png)</div>The Respite seemed to hum all around as the medium transport ship cruised through hyperspace. The modified GR-75 had taken on passengers and cargo on the planet Rishi, a hot spot for illicit outer rim activities, and was bound for the planet Toth on the edge of hutt space. After a slew of cargo containers and even a handful of small crafts were loaded on board the ship was ready for its long journey through the hyper lanes.<br><br>Being an outer rim transport it’s passenger rooms and common area were full of...colorful characters. In the lounge a number of these characters meandered about, passing the time until they would drop out of hyperspace and depart. Two gamoreans (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Gamorrean) stood conversing by a complimentary caff machine, a group of bothans &nbsp;(https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Bothan/Legends)sat around a table playing sabacc, a lone &nbsp;givin (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Givin) sat near the wall, clutching a small piece of luggage and looking around nervously, and three humans lounged on a pair of sofas. It had been a few hours after the initial jump to hyperspace, but there were still many hours left before the transport reached its destination. <br><br>(Players may begin in the lounge or their rooms. Passengers are restricted to the common areas or the hanger bay but are not permitted in the cargo hold or any of the bridge and maintenance areas.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 21:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Shaa Raa had abandoned any hope of successfully resting in his cabin.&nbsp; His choice of a&nbsp; <strong>Herglic</strong> (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Herglic/Legends) 'roommate' had proven as unwise as he'd expected it to be.&nbsp; Still, they'd been willing to pay for the room.&nbsp; It wasn't only the behemoth's insistence that she was the 'best bounty hunter in the galaxy' that had put him off.&nbsp; She also snored loudly and, on he one occasion he'd managed to get to sleep, she'd lifted his deliberately generic breathing mask to 'see what you was hiding'.&nbsp; He'd twice explained that the atmosphere was toxic to him and that without his mask and eye shields he would not only suffocate and die, he'd be unable to communicate at an audible frequency to <em>say</em> that he was dying.&nbsp; Such were the travails of a <strong>Kel Dor</strong> (https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Kel_Dor) when they traveled in the company of those who didn't know their species.&nbsp; <br><br>It would be far easier to stay in the lounge.&nbsp; There was always somebody awake and, even if he nodded off, no one would be able to tell, especially if it looked like he was reading something boring like a technical manual.&nbsp; It was a pity that he wasn't able to stay with his cargo container.&nbsp; He'd have slept there if he could.<br><br>He looked at the others in the lounge.&nbsp; He had no interest in speaking to the Gamoreans; he liked his organs on the inside and his skeleton intact.&nbsp; He briefly considered joining the sabbac game but the Bothans would likely collude to cheat and he didn't have enough to afford losing any.&nbsp; The Givin was likely a courier of some sort, whatever he was transporting was probably in the luggage he was holding onto so desperately.&nbsp; He was either new or a distraction, drawing attention away from the real courier.&nbsp; Likely one of the humans had the real package.&nbsp; It was possible that the Gammoreans where the courier's bodyguards or potentially he had no guards. The three humans were potentially traveling together, despite any attempts to make it look otherwise.&nbsp; <br><br>It was almost worth investigating.&nbsp; Anything that worth protecting was likely highly valuable.&nbsp; Not worth risking his life valuable, at least not likely to be, since he had no real proof that his assumptions were accurate.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; He'd need to think about it.&nbsp; In the meantime, he'd just sit and observe and see what transpired.&nbsp; If he was lucky, he might even be able to get some sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 04:23:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br><strong>Location: <em>The Respite,</em> Lounge</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status: Normal</strong><br><hr><br>Nat sat in the lounge, doing her best not to look restless. At least the Given was playing it up enough to distract from any gaps in her sabacc face. She felt paradoxically exposed and trapped. Too many people around, all within a confined space. Too many strangers in one place, and nowhere to run if something went wrong. Still, better to be out in a public area, she figured, than alone in her room. If Black Sun did have agents aboard, it'd be much harder to deal with her with witnesses around. There was always a chance that one of the bystanders might come to the aid of someone in trouble. A <em>small</em> chance, but it was better than being ambushed with no one to hear her cry for help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tavarokk</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 16:07:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xxfp4aR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ferron Kell<br><strong>Location:</strong> GR-75 "Respite"<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain:</strong> 0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><hr><br>Ferron was in his cabin, much like he had been for most of this flight and the one before that. He very much preferred to bury himself in his datapad and try to forget that he was a man with no identity travelling from one armpit of the galaxy to another in a rusty tub full of inhumans. Still worth it, of course - <em>no one</em> gets to just walk over the Imperial Navy as they please, psycho mystic with background as high as the sky or not - but also something to pay forward at the earliest opportunity.<br><br>Which also warranted a question of what to do next. His share of the money they got from selling their Lambda shuttle had pretty much run out. Unsurprising, given how much they had been gouged - she was worth at least five times as much in truth, probably more. Circumstances. Still, that meant he'd need to look for work upon arrival to Toth. He'd heard slicers were much sought after in criminal circles, which, while not his actual line of work, was something he could qualify for. On the other hand, working for the Hutt Cartel or any lesser organisations of such kind sounded <em>exceedingly </em>distasteful. Well, he'd have to see what his options would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FreyaValentine</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 19:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7XAl1hG.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Claire Farbead</strong><br><strong>Location: The Respite</strong><br><strong>Tagging: Nat Tuo / Open</strong><br><strong>Notes: Crazed Mechanic wants to do Mechanical things</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status: Normal</strong><br><br>Claire was fidgeting, not out of nervousness, fear, or some need for a drug. No, she wanted to work. Cramped in a transport which practically screamed at her with all of its flaws, all the space wasted, all the areas that could be fixed, why weren't they going faster, did they not fix the drive plates properly? Why did no one else feel like she did? That the machines and circuitry needed to be perfected. She sighed to herself, not even her savior was like her. <br><br>"Do you think we'll have trouble with them?" Claire asked Nat, her hands wringing together again to suppress her desires to work on something again. Claire was, of course, referring to Nat's former employers and the people that Claire herself owed a massive debt to as well. <br><br>"As much as I appreciate the work I was given, I doubt they'll let our actions slide." Claire was intelligent enough not to go into full details out in the open like this yet, she needed something to distract herself from wanting to create, repair, and tear apart in the pursuit of her goals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>01-10-2019, 08:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Zisse Luumeer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Respite, Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Zisse was out in the lounge, lazing about in one of the sofas as she checked out the other passengers for signs of any of her ex business partners. She figured she was pretty safe here but it never hurt to be careful. Besides, an open eye meant that she wouldn’t miss opportunity when it presented itself, or steal it as the case may be some times. If one wanted to be good in business one had to make their opportunity even if that meant taking someone else’s. Glancing at the Bothans playing Sabaac she sighed. If she had the cash to risk it she’d have been happy to take whatever money they had but alas she was running a little low on funds after her disagreement with her last business partner. Really 90-10&nbsp; in her favor was a perfectly reasonable way to split their loot. Not her fault if they didn’t read the fine print or she took all the loot that was worth anything. Next on her list of attention was the given with the item. It would be worth trying to find out what was in it later and if she couldn’t use it to recover some of her fortunes.<br><br>As for the rest of the passengers there was a Nautolan and a Kel dor, another human, plus a couple others. Well if she was going to be here for a while she might as well find a way to kill some time first. This was going to be a long trip after all and meeting people was a prime way to find some more opportunities. Now which one to pick. The Nautolan seemed busy so that left the Kel Dor. Well she might as well introduce herself.<br><br>&nbsp;Pushing herself off the couch she approached the mask wearing alien. Hello there. You my friend have extraordinary luck today.” She said aloud as she took a seat. “You have the honor of keeping Zisse Luumeere, business woman extraordinaire, company for a while.” Alright, so keeping a low profile was not something she was known for. After all how could one earn a reputation by hiding her name all the time? “Yes yes, I know. I’m sure you are filled with many questions. But for now it is enough to say that we have long trip ahead and passing that time without conversation would be a bore. Now then there is only the need to complete formalities by you giving me your name so we can while away some of the time with poignant and interesting conversation.” She explained as she watched the alien, curious to see his reaction and try to figure out if there was any opportunity to be found here.&nbsp; What, just because she was just easing her boredom did not mean she couldn’t look for a way to make profit. Opportunities for profit could appear in the most unexpected places and one had to be prepared to seize it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 00:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>After a moment, Shaa Raa turned his head to look at the Falleen who had chosen to announce herself with such hyperbole.&nbsp; Where a Falleen smiled, a Black Sun shone.&nbsp; It was virtually impossible that she had recognized him; the mask he wore bore no resemblance to the design of his clan.&nbsp; So the chance of her approaching him as a prelude to kidnapping and ransom was unlikely.&nbsp; The chance of her approaching him as a prelude to enslaving him was also unlikely.&nbsp; Kel Dor had very specific requirements to keep them alive and were notoriously frail.&nbsp; He gave no indication that he was a black marketeer, which left the unlikely reason of her approach to be either boredom or she was looking for an easy mark.&nbsp; Her statement that she was trying to alleviate her boredom could be either the honest truth or a blatant lie.&nbsp; There was only one way to find out.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You say extraordinary luck."</span></span> Shaa Raa said, his vocabulator making his voice sound flat and metallic.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You didn't specify if it was extraordinarily good or extraordinarily bad, Zisse Luumeere, business woman extraordinaire."</span></span><br><br>He extended a hand. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Shaking hands is a human greeting, I realize.&nbsp; I apologize if it offends.&nbsp; It just so happens that I too am bored.&nbsp; I am Shaa Raa, named for the sound of the wind blowing high in the trees of Kel Dor.&nbsp; I hope to hear them again one day but for now I travel from place to place, a free trader who is sadly without his own ship.&nbsp; Some portion of the cargo is mine and it irks me that I am not permitted to check on it while we travel.&nbsp; I am forced to take the word of the crew that all is well.&nbsp; I'm sure you share my trepidation for the disposition of your own goods."</span></span><br><br>The best lie was the truth.&nbsp; She could either take his words at face value or assume that if she was playing a game, he was playing one also.&nbsp; He offered her the convenience of having a potentially fictitious cargo as common ground.&nbsp; It would allow him some minor control over their game.&nbsp; As she had indicated, he did indeed have questions, foremost among them being why she had chosen him, a Kel Dor and therefore immune to her pheromones, as he mark?&nbsp; Perhaps she relished the challenge.&nbsp; If so, it was an interesting choice because he enjoyed one as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 19:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CyTtAD4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kixia Unyete<br><strong>Location:</strong> Respite Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 13/13 <strong>Strain:</strong> 12/12 <strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><hr><br>What a piece of junk.<br><br>That said, couldn't be too picky with your choices of vessels. Sometimes, you just had to pick one and hope it didn't explode in hyperspace. With how many rather...colorful characters there were around, he had to wonder if he'd rather get blown up. He had taken to the lounge for two reasons-one, it was a better place to sit than the cramped quarters he had been assigned, and two, it allowed him to practice some of the lessons his former mentor had taught him. Opening his mind, feeling the connections that the Force made between people, to sense what was unsaid and unheard. Not that it was his strong suit. His only really trick was taking that power inward, enhancing his abilities. <br><br>He was, however, mostly distracted by that givin over by the wall. Something about his disposition just made his eyes keep drawing back to him. His master had warned that strong emotions-whether joyous or depressive-could cause a disturbance in the Force. He kept forcing himself to look away, not wanting to stare at the man, which allowed him to catch the looks of several others. A Kel Dor and a Falleen, starting a conversation that the Kel Dor seemed completely uninterested in. A Nautolan, her human companion, who seemed to be fidgeting a lot. A few others as well. His brass knuckles were still in his pocket. He didn't think that he would need them. Really hoped he didn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hobbes1266</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 19:25:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uLVdQJg.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Tw1<br><strong>Location:</strong><em> Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; <strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; <strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Organics were so strange. The way the big green ones put liquid inside of their faces surely must be dangerous to their internals, the creatures covered in more string than most of the others seemed to be performing some kind of ritual with scraps of paper, and the pale thing seemed to be suffering some form of gyroscope damage based on its odd twitching and shaking. Glowing eyes watched these strange behaviors and others from beneath a less than clean but obscuring hood before turning some amount of attention towards the ship. <br><br>Tw1 had seen, taken part in, and received many improvised repairs, scraps of debris used to repair vital damage in ways that would seem insane if there were any alternative other than destruction, and Tw1 saw the same ingenuity of desperation in the ship they stood in. The scrap droid saw the beauty in its inefficiencies.<br><br>After some time the small being moved from the corner where it had stood motionless, hopping along on feet wrapped in soiled cloth to prevent the sound of metal clicking against metal, going over to the table where the paper ritual was being preformed, hoping to see if observing closer would help to determine some form of pattern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>07-10-2019, 23:35:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jJR8usf)</div>As the strange cloaked figure sidled up to watch the game of sabacc the bothans held their cards closer to their faces and slumped forward a bit more. They didn’t seem to like being scrutinized by this stranger, and using body language alone as they continued to play they telegraphed that the stranger was not welcome to join in or watch their game.<br><br>The givin nervously eyed every new person who entered the room, as if he were trying to glean some sort of information from them. The man appeared to be quite paranoid.<br><br>Then there came a sudden shudder to the entire Respite that nearly threw all those standing to the ground. A loud groaning of metal reverberated through the ship and the familiar hum of the hyperdrive died down. As the bothans playing cards were nearly thrown from their seats the givin started so hard he leapt out of his seat and fell on top of his luggage. Recovering quickly the man let out a terrified shriek as he got up and booked it out of the room. As patrons all across the ship began to mutter and wonder what had happened a PA system aboard the ship crackled to life. <strong>”Attention passengers,”</strong> a female voice boomed over the speakers. <strong>”We are experiencing some technical issues with the hyper drive. There is no need to worry, something large must have simply moved into our calculated jump path. Give us just a few moments and we will be on our way again in no time.”</strong>Her tone was calm and collected, as she reassured those aboard the Respite that there was nothing to worry about. But even after the announcement was sent out there were murmurs coming from the many passengers about what could be going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>10-10-2019, 02:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Respite,</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status: </strong><br><hr><br>Nat shifted uneasily in her seat. Sure, something large <em>might</em> have drifted into their path through hyperspace. Maybe Nat was just paranoid, but she was willing to bet something had been <em>placed</em> in their path.<br><br>"I think we just found the answer to your question," Nat replied to Claire. "Either we have a real sloppy astrogator, or someone knew the ship was headed this way. And I don't know which of those things scares me more."<br><br>Honestly, the Nautolan would almost prefer to have their ship under attack. Bad navicomputing was a good way to reduce a ship to its component atoms. Turbolasers would at least leave some vestiges of scrap floating in space. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>10-10-2019, 07:18:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Zisse Luumeer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Respite, Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 2/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Zisse gave a big grin as the Kel dor suddenly offered his hand to her and commented on her look. “Does it matter either way? Either way it is extraordinary and that is what people remember haha!” She replied with a boisterous laugh as she reached out and accepted he handshake. “And a greeting is a greeting whether human or not. Now then my friend you mention you’re a trader! What goods did you bring with you on this voyage?” She was just here to amuse herself but if there was a chance to make a little money well then she couldn’t completely pass up the chance to wiggle in on a deal It was against her nature to let a chance for money slip by. Unfortunately it seemed that there were more pressing matters to attend to as the ship started to shake.&nbsp; Perhaps it was best to let the idea of goods pass for now nad find out what was going on. A bit of knowledge to put her ahead could be just the thing to make sure that she came out of this situation ahead.<br><br>“Ah, the discussion of goods will have to wait my Kel Dor friend. I will go&nbsp; and try to figure out just what is going on eh? I shall be back momentarily.” Whether or not she would share what she found would of course depend on whether or not it was more useful to share or keep to herself but either way she would need to get the information first.<br><br>Pushing herself up, from the chair she turned her attention to the PA systeml that had made the announcement regarding what was going on. Finding it and clicking the button to call back. “ Ah yes, concerned passenger here. I was wondering if you could explain what’s going on in a bit more detail? I will admit, I do have a way with people. If you&nbsp; would just let me know, I can help keep the passengers calm? Sure that’s better than trying to handle it all yourself yes? I’m sure you’re busy with plenty of other things instead so just let me handle it. You win, I win, we all win that way! And isn’t that always the best situation?”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">rolls Result: ouch 1 threat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 2d8<br>Comment: 2 ability dice<br>Result: 3, 3,<br>Total: 6<br><br>2 successes<br><br>Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 2d12<br>Comment: 2 proficiency dice<br>Result: 1, 10,<br>Total: 11<br><br>2 advantage<br><br>Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 1d12<br>Comment: 1 challenge die<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6<br>1 threat<br><br>Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 2d8<br>Comment: 2 difficulty dice<br>Result: 2, 8,<br>Total: 10<br>2 failures, 1 threat<br><br>Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 1d6<br>Comment: 1 setback dice<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6<br>1 threat<br><br>Total 2 successes, 2 failures, 2 advantage and 3 threat after cancels it leaves 1 threat and 0 successes, ouch</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>10-10-2019, 16:13:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>He had been about to reply ‘machine parts’, although the more truthful answer would have been ‘parts of machines’. There was nothing in his shipment that was more than 70% assembled but also nothing less that 40%. He’d been forced to a sell off an enormous amount of parts as scrap metal to finance the relocation. He’d debated trying to smuggle a few less than legal items but he’d eventually decided to err on the side of caution. It had been a wise choice. His cargo had been selected for additional screening and anything he’d tried to stash would have been discovered. <br><br>Shaa Raa smiled when Zisse asked for further information. He could imagine the other half of the conversation. It would start with a polite thank you for the offer followed by an apology that they could provide any information. This would be followed by an assurance that the crew had things well in hand, even if they didn’t. <br><br>There were only a few possible outcomes to their situation. It was unlikely that their sudden stop was the result of a navigational error; they’d be atoms. Mechanical failure was most likely. The primary hyperdrive would be repaired, if it could be repaired and they would be on their way. If not, the secondary drive would be put to use and they would arrive at their destination far later than intended but otherwise unharmed.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course deliberate interference was a possibility. Although it was unlikely that anyone was looking for him, there were more than enough people on the ship who might be targets. Of course the timing of Zisse’s approach might have been less than coincidental and her message over the PA could have been a coded message that she had made contact and identified him. <br><br>Ah, to be worthy of such a level of paranoia. It was truly a life saving skill at times but most of the time it made him jump at shadows. The weight of the blaster concealed under his robes was comforting, as was the tightness of the straps that held the knife secure between his shoulder blades. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">”Did they tell you anything that we don’t already know?”</span></span> Shaa Raa asked, expecting the answer to be either ‘No’ or a lie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tavarokk</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 13:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xxfp4aR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ferron Kell<br><strong>Location:</strong> GR-75 "Respite", lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain:</strong> 0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><hr>Ferron swore under his breath and set about packing his meager possessions and preparing for a fight. If this were a genuine malfunction, they'd either had been dead already or the crew would most likely manage to limp to the destination regardless. Sabotage followed by pirate attack or, perhaps, worse, an Imperial interdictor were much more unappealing prospects, and in either case he wasn't about to go down without fighting.<br><br>Ready to go, hand on the belt near his blaster, the deserter stepped out into the lounge to take stock of the situation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 18:56:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CyTtAD4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kixia Unyete<br><strong>Location:</strong> Respite Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 13/13 <strong>Strain:</strong> 12/12 <strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><hr><br>There it was. He didn't need the Force to determine that this was suspicious. Large things did sometimes drift into the hyperspace lanes, like asteroids and such, but the painful lack of specifics was what clued Kixia in. Even if you couldn't determine...just make something up. Tell them there was an asteroid. <br><br>He got up and casually strolled over to the interior wall. If there was a surprise attack coming, he didn't want to get taken from behind. His eyes swept over the entrances to the Lounge, trying to determine the best place for an invading force to make an entrance, running through possible tactics in his head. Peace and love was great for Jedi, but in his world, violence solved a lot of problems-like someone trying to use violence on you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 23:45:27</strong>
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				As Zisse placed her call to the bridge there was a bit of static before a voice picked up. <strong>”As I said, a large object drifted into our path and pulled us from hyperspace. Happens all the time out here, just sit tight and we’ll be underway again in no time.”</strong> The speaker then clicked as the person on the other end of it cut the call off. <br><br>The rest of the passengers in the lounge were getting visibly nervous. Muttered conversations about what was going on and varying theories of foul play rose up all around. Clearly everyone was on edge as they tried to figure out what these strange circumstances really meant.<br><br>(I need every to make a vigilance check please.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>20-10-2019, 17:07:49</strong>
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				As the ship rumbles again a slight panic begins to break out among the other passengers on the ship. Shortly after the givin sprinted out of the room one of the humans and the bothans all flee from the room. The other two humans begin to gather up the materials they had strewn about the tables near them and one of the bothans remains behind picking up hid scattered sabacc cards. The gamorians were the only one who remained on their feet and they simply appear confused as to what is going on. <br><br>As the panic ensues there is yet another shudder the rumbles throughout the ship. The whine of engines can be heard as they begin to fire and out of the window in the hallway it can be seen that the ship is beginning to move slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>21-10-2019, 02:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Shaa Raa lost his footing when the ship shuddered.&nbsp; He went down on all fours and felt the blaster in its shoulder holster fall free.&nbsp; He crooked his elbow, trying to trap it before it fell completely out of his robes.&nbsp; The last thing he wanted was to have to chase a blaster through he feet of a crowd.&nbsp; It made for great comedy but it was bad for the knees.<br><br>He shook it out his sleeve and returned it to its holster, double checking that the weapon was secure.&nbsp; Then he made his way back to his feet.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, that was special,"</span></span> he said, not fully able to convey the sarcasm he intended using his vocalizer.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked at Zisse.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"How long do you think it will take for them to realize there isn't any place to run on a ship?"</span></span><br><br>Until he knew more about the situation, there was no need to panic.&nbsp; Once he knew the facts, then he would decide if there was need to panic.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>24-10-2019, 06:55:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Zisse Luumeer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Respite, Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 2/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Zisse just frowned a bit when the person on the phone tried to insist that nothing at all was going on. She didn’t get a chance to retort when suddenly the ship shook again and she lost her balance,&nbsp; falling on her back after hanging. “Said something just flew into our path but I do believe that what the staff was telling me just&nbsp; might be a tiny bit of a lie.” She told Shaa Raa as she moved to push herself up and check to make sure she had everything as she looked around the room.&nbsp; At the mention of not having anywhere to go she laughed a bit. “There are always escape pods. Can’t make profit if you’re dead.” She replied as she reached down to finger the pistol at her hip. “But I do believe we should make sure that we prepare for the worst. Perhaps get a few of the other passengers together huh? That way we live, they live, everybody lives. It's a win win win for everybody"” The more people between her and whatever accident occurred the better. And if it helped out other people then she supposed it was just a win for everybody. If everybody profits and nobody loses well she probably didn’t make enough profit, but she wasn’t going to complain either. "Now come then to gather shields haha I mean allies!" And well who knew if she got lucky maybe she could turn this trip into a profitable one after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>29-10-2019, 02:28:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>If Shaa Raa had had eyebrows, he would have raised them.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Plan for the worst, hope for the best?&nbsp; A girl after my own heart. If you're looking for shields, they don't come much better than Gammoreans.&nbsp; You might have to pay them but it's certainly worth a try.&nbsp; I'm thinking trying to recruit the Givin would be next to pointless; he's terrified and very much out for himself.&nbsp; The Bothans seem to be sticking together, which means they're excluding us.&nbsp; I'm going to see if that Nautolan with the human is as willing to throw in with us.&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; That Human over there looks like he might be looking for a fight.&nbsp; It looks like a buyer's market." </span></span><br><br>His vocalizer made a noise that might have been laughter.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm going to assume you aren't including me in the shield category.&nbsp; There is not a lot of meat under this robe.&nbsp; Blaster shots will past through the cloth and miss me entirely.&nbsp; Shall we start collecting?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>01-11-2019, 09:19:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shaa Raa, Zisse<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status: Fit as a fiddle</strong><br><hr><br>Nat watched the crowd disperse, but tried to keep a level head. This was bad, but panicking would only make it worse. She saw the Kel-Dor and the Faleen, the only ones other than the Gammoreans that didn't seem to be losing their minds, and thought she caught the briefest flash of eye contact. She made a snap decision. "We're going to make some friends," she said to Claire, and rose from her seat, crossing the room to the other duo.<br><br>Addressing the pair, she said, "I don't know what you two are planning yet, but I think I want in. Whatever you do, you're gonna need to jump to hyperspace when it's over, and no one here can do that better than me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>02-11-2019, 23:19:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Shaa Raa didn't hesitate.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I take it you find our current situation a little suspicious as well?" </span></span> he asked.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I am Shaa Raa.&nbsp; My friend her is Zisse Luumeere, business woman extraordinaire." </span></span> <br><br>He stepped a little closer&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm going on the assumption that we are about to be boarded and for reasons that do not directly involve me.&nbsp; I suspect the fact that I have nothing to do with the reason for the boarding will not protect me from any incidental injury, so I choose to take any necessary steps to protect myself, even if that means reaching the bridge and seizing control of this ship.&nbsp; Is it technically piracy if you take the ship to its original destination?&nbsp; As an entire aside, I can sit second chair for you if need be."</span></span><br><br>As much as he welcomed them, Shaa Raa stayed suspicious.&nbsp; There was safety in number but it was always wise to keep an eye on your own back.&nbsp; After all, Zisse was Falleen and that almost always meant the Black Sun was involved.&nbsp; He didn't want to have to shoot her but the Nautolan's approach wasn't necessarily a coincidence.&nbsp; But then as afar as he knew, he'd never done anything to draw the ire of the Black Sun.<br><br>Sometimes paranoid self interest was a burden rather than a blessing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2019, 05:06:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CyTtAD4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kixia Unyete<br><strong>Location:</strong> Respite Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 13/13 <strong>Strain:</strong> 12/12 <strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><hr><br>The ship rocked, though luckily, Kixia was able to keep everything in hand while plenty of people dropped their personal belongings. Regaining his footing, he kept an eye out as a few others gathered and discussed a plan. It was now that he decided to make his move.<br><br>"My apologies for cutting in on this..." He began as he approached the trio of rather diverse beings. "But I sense that this ad hoc group forming before my eyes is somewhat more capable of combat than most of our fellow passengers. As for myself, I have worked as a bodyguard for most of my years and am quite skilled at escorting others through hostile situations. If we are being boarded, my talents could be of use to you."<br><br>"I understand you have no reason to trust me, but we are somewhat in this together. If we can make it to our original destination, we can go our separate ways there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>07-11-2019, 08:09:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Zisse Luumeer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Respite, Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 2/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Zisse was thrilled to have more bodies standing between her and the blaster bolts. After all what was better than one body, three bodies. She’d have preferred the gamoreans as far as shields went, stupid but generally as long as they got pointed in the right direction during a fight they worked as pretty good shields if not much else. Maybe she could bribe them with the ship’s stores if they got out of this. At least there would be plenty extra to give them with everybody running around panicking surely nobody would mind but for now better to make sure her current companions were up to the task Turing to the Nautolan and Miralan she smiled brightly. “Of course you too are more than welcome to join us! The more the better in case something goes wrong ha. Now let’s see that that should be enough to get through most things and if things go wrong well, there’s always the escape pods. “Of course who knew how many would fit but who knew they might all fit in the same one eventually anyway. “I also would like to propose a visit to bridge and find out what’s going on. A lot harder to lie to people when they’re up close and the sooner we find out what's happening the better"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>13-11-2019, 19:51:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Shaa Raa made the noise that had could only be his vocalist's attempt to translate a chuckle. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"If you are intending to visit the bridge in the manner I suspect you intend, we may need to see if we can recruit the Gammoreans," </span></span> he said.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"They have a reputation for being very useful in endeavours like this. I would certainly rather have then working for, rather than against me, if I had any sort of choice in the matter.&nbsp; &nbsp;So, who wants to present our offer?&nbsp; I would but I am a little cash strapped and I suspect they would be rather cross at not being paid. Now, if someone else wants to foot the bill, I will certainly make the approach." </span></span> <br><br>Shaa Raa certainly wanted the Gammoreans on their side and if someone else did offer to pay, he would make sure the Gammoreans knew two things; who they were supposed to listen to (him) and who was on the hook if they survived by didn't get paid (anyone but him).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>17-11-2019, 18:35:00</strong>
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				As thebpanic aboard the ship continued all life forms but the pair of gamorians and the small band of now acquaintances stood in the lounge. The ship continued to move but the whine of the engines had mysteriously died down. <br><br>As the small group congregated together in the middle of the lounge a quiet rhythmic sound could be heard coming from the hallway. It slowly grew louder and louder until it could be recognized as many feet stepping in unison. The noise abruptly stopped and seconds later the starboard side door to the lounge opened with a whoosh. Standing in the door was the imposing figure of polished white stormtrooper armor. One stormtrooper stood in the doorway stock still as they took in the room. Behind them stood four other troopers with their blasters held against their chests. Once they had taken note of all the life forms in the room a female voice called out to the occupants with the usual mechanical drone of the Helmer’s vocoder. <strong>”Attention passengers. I am here to inform you that your transport has been stopped for a routine inspection. Do not be alarmed. If you cooperate with our instructions we shall be able to finish our check quickly and orderly and have you on your way in a timely fashion. I request you all present your personal information to my men so we can make sure all passengers are present and accounted for in the ships logs.”</strong> The voice higher pitches, that of a woman. It was stern and clipped, a perfect empirical accent. Raising her right hand from her blaster the troopers behind her fanned out and began approaching the occupants of the room. Two came up to the four beings huddled together and two over to the gamorians still standing by the caff machine. <strong>”Let me see your identification.”</strong> a trooper ordered as the stepped up to Shaa Raa.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>18-11-2019, 01:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Shaa Raa offered up the data pad that held not only his identification but also his room assignment and cargo manifest.&nbsp; He and his cargo were spotlessly clean, at least this time anyway.&nbsp; He'd done some grey trading in the past but this time his cargo was entirely legitimate.&nbsp; If the trooper bothered to check the details, he'd find that Shaa Raa was related to one of the wealthiest families on Dorin, not that the clan name would be immediately recognizable to a line trooper.&nbsp; A diplomatic attache perhaps might know the name but Shaa Raa was reasonable sure he wasn't going to be asked any embarassing questions.&nbsp; He stood politely waiting for the trooper to return his credentials and go on to the others.&nbsp; He had some questions about them that this inspection could potentially answer.<br><br>The inspection itself wasn't all that unusual.&nbsp; He'd faced them a dozen times.&nbsp; What was unusual was where it was taking place.&nbsp; If the Imperials were stopping ships in hyperspace, they were looking for something important, whether it was cargo or passenger.&nbsp; It was something they couldn't permit the Respite to reach civilized space, on the off chance that it could be jettisoned and picked up by another ship.&nbsp; No, the Imperials wanted this stopped here and now.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I take it you want me to remain in the lounge, rather than heading back to my stateroom?" </span></span> he asked.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Stupid question, I realize.&nbsp; It's just been a while since I've a been part of a customs inspection.&nbsp; They are rather exciting.&nbsp; Will you need to inspect my cargo?" </span></span> If they were customs, they would confirm it.&nbsp; If they weren't the would likely either deny it or say nothing.&nbsp; In either case, his statement that he found the inspection exciting would paint him as no one worthy of notice.&nbsp; Equally his cargo was nothing out of the ordinary.&nbsp; To have it inspected would add a story to tell over drinks.&nbsp; To be normal was to be ignored and Shaa Raa wanted to be ignored.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>clonkertink</strong> on <strong>20-11-2019, 06:30:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shaa Raa, Zisse<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status: Fit as a fiddle</strong><br><hr><br>Nat drummed fingers restlessly on her thigh. If the Imperials checked her ID, she was screwed. But panicking wouldn't get her anywhere. Shaa Raa seemed to be doing a good job stalling, but that would only delay the inevitable. Unless a distraction were to arise. Worst case scenario, there was always the "Papers are in my cabin" excuse. If she could get one of them alone, she might be able to slip a vibroblade somewhere unpleasant, and vanish before anyone noticed.<br><br>But that was an extreme option. For now, she wasn't about to speak until spoken to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 00:21:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CyTtAD4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kixia Unyete<br><strong>Location:</strong> Respite Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds:</strong> 13/13 <strong>Strain:</strong> 12/12 <strong>Status:</strong> Fine<br><hr><br>Forramit...how well hidden was his blaster pistol, back in his cabin? While he had ID, and there was a license for that pistol as part of his business of bodyguarding, there was no telling how dickish this particular officer was. He reached into his pocket to produce his datapad ID. "Right here, officer. At your leisure." He said, casually handing it out.<br><br>Nat had her plan, but his was different-if it looked like things were going sideways, he was planning to use the first man in reach as a humanoid shield. Hopefully he could grab the officer. That usually got weapons to lower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Shadows Rising</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 08:22:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uUVWL36.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Zisse Luumeer<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Respite, Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 2/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Normal<br><br>Zisse sighed as their visitors appeared to be Stormtroopers and she stood in position with the others. Just great.&nbsp; It could be worse though. It could be black suns, or an angry business ex business partner, or the hutts, or well really she had too many people after her. It could have been worse. Well she wasn’t smuggling or selling stolen goods this time so she shouldn’t have to worry about arrested. This time at least. She was a legitimate businesswoman after all. Why would she hide?&nbsp; For now though it was best to attract as little attention as possible before she needed it to. Much as it went against her more boastful instincts but her sense of self-preservation won out in the end, for now it was the waiting game unless she needed to speak up to make sure one of the others needed it. She would need as many people between her and blasters. Much more efficient than getting shot herself.
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