Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 04:55:44</strong>
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				Years Before Now... <br>3 Jedi step off of the troop transport, striding confidently towards one of the makeshift bases that had been established here on Boz Pity. And behind them strode 8 of their Clone Troopers, their little squad one could say. They have been on Boz Pity seeking out Separatist encampments, full on bases to bring down. They have been here nearly a month and a half, and thus far they haven’t found more than a couple of said encampments. <br><br>The oldest of the Jedi, he looks human. His dark colored robes sway as he walks, the light armor he wears glistening in the flood lights they pass. He has a few scars on his face, though for an older man he would still be considered very handsome. His name is Chopin, and he is one of the more experienced of the Jedi. But not the most powerful. Next to him walks a Twi’lek man, his skin a dark shade of red. His name is No’vus, and he hasn’t been a Jedi Master for very long at all. In fact, the young girl that accompanies them is his first student. His long head tails sway gently, every once in a while twitching as he thinks to himself. And said girl that accompanies them, her name is Yune. She is from Haruun Kal, her being marked by her dark skin and crystal blue eyes. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail, her body adorned with light blue colored robes. It was a traditional garb amongst her people, and therefore her master was lenient on this. No’vus was proud of young Yune. She was very powerful in the Force, he believed she had the potential to easily surpass him. But there are dark days ahead for all of them.. <br><br>They get to their encampment, the communications officer excusing himself as the command party walks in. Their eyes fall to a holomap laid out on a table before them, and immediately plans are beginning to form in their heads as to what the next target will be. Where they shall search next. Normally they would start to discuss it with their Troopers… but Chopin notices something. The Clone Troopers seem to be distracted suddenly.. their emotions changed abruptly. Nothing that triggers any alarms to him.. just odd. They seem to be receiving communications in their helmets. He speaks in a calm, measured tone…&nbsp; “Commander Greggs, is everything alright? Was that a communication from the scouting party?” <br><br>What happens next is little more than a blur of action. As one the Clone Troopers raise their rifles and begin to fire on the Jedi. Chopin’s hand grasps his lightsaber as the Clones start their motions, but he is not fast enough to activate it. He is hit no less than 6 times in the chest and head. He is dead before his body hits the ground. No’vus shoves Yune out of the line of fire as he grunts in pain. He takes a shot to the abdomen, his lightsaber being destroyed on his belt. He grits his teeth as he slams his hands together… and the two large tables that were used for strategies slam together, smashing the troopers between them. That won’t stop them though. Yune hurries to her master’s side, helping him up once he drops to a knee. He knows he won’t make it far. He holds his hand out towards his friend Chopin, and Chopin’s lightsaber leaps into No’vus’ hand. He holds it out to Yune, speaking in a labored tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Yune.. run.. there are more coming..” &nbsp;She shakes her head immediately as she tries to urge him to come with her, she feels tears rimming her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;“No Master.. we can get away.. we can fig-“ she is cut off as he pushes her away from him almost angrily. He holds the lightsaber out to her. &nbsp; “No, Yune. We have been betrayed.. I feel this is much bigger than just us.. the Jedi are dying..”&nbsp; he can feel it in his heart, in his connection to the Force. He forces a smile for the young girl as she reluctantly takes the lightsaber, his hand moving to her shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You are the last of us, Yune. Go, run… survive. Tell our tale to those who would listen..”&nbsp; He nods to her solemnly as he tries to smile, and she says nothing as she stares up at him. But they both look away as they hear more troopers coming. Yune looks back to her Master… and then she runs. And as she runs, in the back of her mind she hears a soft, echoing whisper.&nbsp; &nbsp;~Don’t look back, live. Know the truth..~<br><br>Her eyes close tightly as she runs desperately, clinging to the lightsaber held close to her chest. And as she runs into the darkness, she hears a volley of blaster fire far behind her.. and then nothing. <br><hr><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… </span></strong><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Flight of the Ravenstar<br>Five years have passed since what has been deemed as the GREAT JEDI PURGE. The GALACTIC REPUBLIC of old is no more as EMPEROR PALPATINE has since reformed the REPUBLIC into the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE.<br><br>A new era of fear grips the galaxy as the EMPIRE'S Influence spreads. Even in this period of tyranny though, there are those who seek to live their own way.<br><br>THE RAVENSTAR, A ship branded pirate by the EMPIRE, now flies across the galaxy, looking for those who may be in need of their services, hoping to make some quick change for their time. Hassling the EMPIRE is just a BONUS.... </span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/Jedi/a1d806c7-2a87-4990-bc69-d724c44a56d0.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Yune Mako<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>5 Years Later….<br>The cargo (smuggling) ship Ravenstar has docked at the space port, the crew intent on their various missions. Amongst them, getting supplies and meeting a possible new crew member. The ship’s ramp lowers slowly, and at an almost casual pace Yune strides down the ramp, her hands in her pockets. She doesn’t smile or anything, she almost seems to rarely do so. <br><br>She’s been a part of the Ravenstar crew for only about 3 months… after she was discovered stowing away. She thought it a brilliant plan, hide out amongst a bunch of crates containing some kind of rice or something.. she never did find out what that stuff was, but it was awful tasting. At first it was decided she would be dropped out an airlock, and then it went to just dropping her off at their next stop.. but she was able to convince them that she could be of use. That she knew a little about a lot, and she could be the kind of utility person maybe they needed… and here we are. <br><br>Yune steps off of the ramp, her hands moving from her pockets to rest upon the utility belt she wears. She seems to have it on almost all of the time, doesn’t she? Her clear blue eyes travel up amongst the brightly lit signage all around them.. ads for local bars, escorts, dancers, gambling… yep this was the pirates’ kind of place. Quietly she looks towards her fellow crew members, waiting for the captain to give them orders. She knows they’re here to pick up a new crew member or something, but they also needed supplies. Foodstuffs.. fuel.. various little spare parts and fixes for the mighty ship they call home.. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 10:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/wp-content/uploads/bradley-cooper7.jpg)(http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/1338/whistler8fn.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Captain Jek' Tsunar, R2-J7<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Nar Shaddaa..." The captain said as he stared out of the cockpit. "Why do we keep coming back here..."<br><em>beep beep whrrrr boop beep</em><br>"Because I like getting shot at? Good one, but the less I have to pull out the twins, the better"<br><em>beep boop weewooweep</em><br>"Compuslive need to help people? What makes you say that?"<br><em>beep whrrwoo weeboop</em><br>"Yes weve gained some unexpected crew last couple times we've been here, but this time, that's actually the reason we're here."<br><em>Wheeeee boop"</em><br>"Smart ass"<br><br>Getting up, the captain made his way over to the crew which had more or less come together over the course of the last five years. It was a unique group that had ended up forming in an era of what many would call the unthinkable."Alright gang, here we are back on our favorite moon." He started, dripping with sarcasm. "The Golden rule, everyone here is some form of scum or another. This is where the unsavory of the galaxy likes to fester, and technically we belong grouped in that classification as well. So lets avoid confrontation...if we can."<br><br>Sliding a card into the R2 unit, the face of their person of interest projected for them all. "Kylar Blint, former Imperial Navy Lieutenant. for this encounter he knew he should be using the alias Blue Milk. We're Aces Wild. WE're going to split into two groups, this way we can get on and off crust ASAP." He looked to each individual crew member as he named them off, "Zero, Rashik, and Yune. you three will be with me. Our objective here is to ensure he has no love for the Empire left and possibly bring him on board as a co-pilot. With the knowledge he would have we could possibyl cut danger factor on our jobs by at least a quarter and cut down on travel time significantly. This would mean more money all around for all of us, the risk reduction is a bonus."<br><br>He looked to the others, "Jen, Poy, Far. I need you three to do routine check up on the ship, refuel, and resupply. I want this ship ready to fly in an hour, but act like ten minutes. Fuel is number one on your priority list." His eyes then narrowed on Faradin for his next statement, "Find anything that could sell for a good credit or so, but do <em>not</em> draw attention to yourself. If you think you might get shot at, its not worth our hassle."<br><br>"R2"<br><em>Beep beep</em><br>"Go with them, and leave Dummy alone. I don't care how amusing he might be"<br><em>Boop whrrr</em><br>Grabbing his pistols, referenced to often as "the twins", he made his way off the ship, having given out the assignments everyone should be moving in their respective directions. Jek lead Zero, Rashik, and Yune to a speeder rental platform where he waited for them to pile in before taking off and explaining where they were going. "Blue Milk should be waiting for us at the speeder landing platform for Two Moons Cantina night club."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 21:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070528033813/starwars/images/e/e4/Squib_Alien_Anthology.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Faradin Rosis<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Faradin had come on to the the ship after most everyone else and still felt he needed to prove himself to keep his spot. The fact that the captain was here to pick up another crewman didnt help settle his worries none either. He had done well when they first met getting a much needed part for nearly half the price but he had a lot of contacts on Darkon station to have pulled that off. Now out here in the black he was working off of&nbsp; wits more so than resources. His last few pics had let them break even with a few creds to spare but not enough to earn him staying rights in his mind.<br><br>Faradin looked at his compatriots for this foray and smiled "Gotcha Boss Captain Man." throwing the Captain a thumbs up. " Not promising much though, this place everyone wanna make a credit and guard their stuff closely....you know me though....I find somethings." He looked over the rest of the Captains group. "You alls be careful, Ol' Impy might be fishing for folks like us....you alls know that though." Faradin was a tight team player and worried about everyone except himself when it came to danger.&nbsp; Squibs in general were family oriented and being out amongst the stars meant your family were those who watched your back and vice verse. He gave them all a wink and turned to Jennifer and Poy. "Poy you know best for ship..whats we need to check before i go on my own kinda fishing trip?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 05:26:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://hollywoodhatesme.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/chris_evans_sunshine.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kylar Blint<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Two Moons Cantina Nightclub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>His throat was dry. Gods, he wished he could wave the Twi'lek waitress over and tell her to bring him something to drink, and repeat that gesture until he would send this evening into a blissful area in his mind where he couldn't remember anything, waking up tomorrow with a delicious headache and having done a handful of despicable things that he would have to deal with despite not remember having done them at all.<br><br>He blinked.<br><br>On second thought, Kylar could stand to have one more night in his memory.<br><br>He raised his hand, and the waitress moved over," Can I have a cup of Jawa Juice, holding the hidden ingredient."<br><br>She tilted her head, tentacles twitching a little," What's the matter honey? You still have a hangover from last night? You know, Big Bava has a cure for that."<br><br>He did, but he shook his head," Working tonight, but I need something to water the throat, know what I mean?"<br><br>She nodded and winked," Alright hon, You take care now," She walked off, ignoring the hoots of a couple of other patrons, of various species, and moving over to the bar to handle his order. Ever since he had been taking work from Gehron, a Zabrak that worked for Culba the Hutt, one of the lesser members of the Hutt cartels, he had taken command of a half dozen ships, gone on more runs and become something of a regular here at the Two Moons. The people knew him around here now. He almost felt sad that he was leaving.<br><br>But like everything in the life of a pilot for hire, all things came to an end in light of a more profitable future. He had burned himself out in the hire of Gehron, and, out of respect for his good work, had recommended him to the captain of a ship that worked jobs for him on a reasonably regular basis. He had seen the ship, and he liked that model. It handled neatly, moved smoothly and was used enough by legitimate businesspeople to make sure that it wasn't out of place in most ports, including this one in Nar Shadda. He was aware that he was being hired to be the co-pilot and Gunner if worst came to worst, and he didn't have any trouble with that.<br><br>His drink arrived, and he took a gentle sip, almost unnerved by the lack of spark in the drink, and leaned back in the seat, waiting for the captain to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 11:37:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://digitalsolecism.net/zero.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zero<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Ship Crew<br><hr>Zero stretched as he cleaned up in the ship's small mess after preparing and eating breakfast.&nbsp; He'd made a set of homemade Hungry Hutt breakfast sandwiches in honor of their arrival on Nar Shadda, going all out since they'd be stocking up soon and what was in storage was starting to age, so he figured he might as well use it up. They were made of a delicious poached gorg egg set atop a spiced Klatooine paddy frog sausage with a nice thick slice of jerba cheese, all sandwiched inside a pedunkee mufkin. As he dumped some of the stuff into the sink to soak, he whistled a little tune to himself and then dumped some trash into the compactor to be dealt with later.<br><br>Finally as it approached the time they were schedule to meet to go he headed back into his small bunk and changed to get ready for the day. He put on his standard surface clothing - a light set of padded jerkin and trousers offering a little protection, a loose jacket with room to hide basic things under it, and a knitted cap which he pulled down low, obscuring his hair. Between his dress, his relaxed stance, 5 o'clock shadow and skills at blending in people would have to be abundantly observant to recognize him as a clone. Even then, he always felt nervous. <br><br>He made his way to the gathering area and waited patiently for the captain, smiling as everyone gathered. Once Jek arrived he listened intently and his eyebrows rose slightly as the image of their new pilot was displayed. He glanced away and nodded when the Captain said he'd be on the team joining him to go pick the guy up, which was both nice to be included but also meant he wouldn't have a chance to visit any of the vendors.<br><br>As the captain left, Zero looked towards Faradin and tossed him a grin, "If you manage to see anyone selling any offworld spices that sound interesting, see if you can get a good deal, alright? I'll pay you back." The little guy seemed to always be able to find anything, and Zero was always looking for new things to try in the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sara Nilsson</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 02:49:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/6dfa3e43-3537-4342-9d7f-5b9a6447d4bc.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Jennifer Reiki<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>She raises a well plucked eyebrow at the captains instructions, asking her to do a check on the ship supplies is kinda.. strange is the best word she can come up with. As far as she knows inside the reactor there could be dozens of small green men on treadmills, ok perhaps not that extreme but she knows nothing about spaceships other then that they work. So she assumes that the captain is having her stay behind so she wont go wandering around looking for people to try and help, ah well she could do with some more time trying to fix up the small medbay after all. Being a rather recent addition to the crew she hasn't had much time to get used to the medbay or even go over the crew rooster itself, perhaps that is what the captain is hoping she will do. Well she isn't going to disappoint him so she remains silent and doesn't even correct him when he calls her Jen, well.. captains prerogative she guesses.<br><br>As soon as the captain is finished giving out instructions she gives the cute little squib a nod and vanishes back inside the ship, she has found that giving them a little bit of encouragement helps with the very familiar oriented beings. Make them feel like part of the family and they seem to get less digestive troubles, and when stuck on a small ship she prefers to avoid all such things. She has to admit that signing on to this ship has been a good move so far, the crew are all very nice and very friendly. A few easy on the eyes as well, not that she is in any way interested in having any form of relationship. She does worry about their mechanic though, there is someone that clearly has a long medical history and she so dearly want a day or so alone with Poy to see what she can do for the young woman. If nothing else a new eye would probably be a very good thing! The poor thing, why does the universe have to be so cruel to all twi'lek women? Makes her want to do something mean to people, like.. pour salt into their drink or something!<br><br>Jennifer parks her behind at the computer terminal and once again opens what little information she has about the crew and adds in her latest observations, when the crew aren't watching she tends to hold her scanner in her palm and make little scans before they can notice her even. As soon as they all have a day or two she plans to force each person into her little medibay and give them a proper physical. She looks around and then it hits her, quickly she opens the comm channel.<br><br>"Faradin? This is the doctor, if you can find&nbsp; some I could do with a small canister of bacta. Do you need money or can I pay you when you get back?"
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 19:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/comm_for_aliens_of_star_wars_red_twi_lek_by_avionetca-d6u01o8_zpscbdda2d9.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Poy Hal, Dummy<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Faradin, R2-J7, Open<br><br>The lithe, pink-skinned twi'lek sighed as she stepped down the loading ramp from the Ravenstar, her body clad (as usual) in a gunmetal gray jumpsuit and her waist wrapped up with a heavy utility belt weighed down with all manner of tools. In the months that she'd been working with the crew she'd almost always worn that style of garment, if only due to the&nbsp; . . . annoying questions or stares people tended to get when they saw her 'battle scars' as she liked to call them. It was the same reason she had on those heavy mirrored goggles, so nobody could see her blinded eye. She had to admit that she was glad to get back to some real gravity, but Nar Shaddaa was one of the last places she'd like to hang around for too long. The Imperials wouldn't be around here as much as some of the others ports they'd slipped into, but everyone here was a threat. ESPECIALLY the ones that didn't look like threats!<br><br>With a nod to the captain she glanced over to Faradin, letting him get his chatter out before speaking, even as her pit droid Dummy attempted to 'flex' it's servo-motors to intimidate the left-behind astromech droid. Or was it flirting? She wasn't really sure the pit droid actually knew the difference at this point . . .<br><br><strong>"I can handle the refueling in-house with the spaceport. It'll cost a little bit more due to the Hutt taxes, but we'll know we're getting proper fuel instead of faulty fuel cells that'll wreck the poor girl three lightyears out. While I still think the shit could use some missile arrays, all we really need is long-lasting food and water . . and some alchohol. Synthetic, of course. You know the kind I like."</strong> She grinned, before continuing. <strong>"Some backup armor plating would be nice, and I'd feel much better with a spare hyperdrive coil. That prototype unit the Ravenstar has is fast as hell, but it runs too hot for my tastes, and I'd rather we have a replacement coil on-hand just in case it blows out one of these days. Other than that, I'm sure you can think of interesting new toys to bring back, yeah?"</strong><br><br>With that taken care of she turned to one of the spaceport techs and flashed a thumbs up, and a wave, to grab his attention so she could get to the utterly boring part of haggling over refueling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 04:25:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/Jedi/a1d806c7-2a87-4990-bc69-d724c44a56d0.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Yune Mako<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Approaching 10AM Ravenstar time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>Yune kind of stands in the background as the others speak, as they are given their assignments. She has to smile a little… for the first time in a long time she feels like she’s in a good place. For however long it last. It won’t be to far in the future when she’ll have to flee.. again. <br><br>Her eyes are drawn to the R2 unit’s projection, her eyes narrowing a little as she takes in the details of the image before her. A young man… and a former officer in the Empire. She frowns a bit at that, knowing that could be a ton of trouble. But, if the captain wishes an audience with him.. well they will have an audience. <br><br>The groups break, and Yune folds her hands behind her back as she walks in the direction of the waiting speeder. But she stops and glances over her shoulder as she hears Faradin and the others.. and she once more finds herself smiling a little. She makes eye contact with Faradin and nods as she smiles softly. She wants to say ‘may the Force be with you all’. But that wouldn’t be appropriate. And not the brightest idea when you’re trying to be subtle. <br><br>One more glance over her shoulder is given to the remaining crew and the Ravenstar, and then eyes forward towards the speeder. The captain takes the wheel (as usual), and Yune sits in the back. She stretches her arms a little over the back of her seat.. as if silently claiming the seat right next to her. Perhaps to make sure no one sits next to her? Well, maybe just to ensure Zero doesn’t sit next to her. Who she hasn’t even looked in the general direction of all day. She speaks softly as she watches the back of the captain’s head.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Is that wise, sir? That’s not exactly the most.. secure of places. If this is some kind of problem.. if he’s more Empire than we know… it could be bad for us. Real bad real quick.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She then adds&nbsp; &nbsp; “Sir.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Ravenstar (IC Thread!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Landshark</strong> on <strong>27-05-2014, 00:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070528033813/starwars/images/e/e4/Squib_Alien_Anthology.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Faradin Rosis<br>&nbsp;<strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning, around 09:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Faradin gave the crew one last look over and turned back to Poy. "Okeday Poy, Faradin on the job buts a backup hyperdrive coil gonna be big big bargain hunt. Armor probably a good one though. Captain says 1 hour so gotta runs to find and do." Faradin knew that finding anything on the request list would be a chore. On Nar Shadda it would be difficult. On Nar Shadda in an hour? He would be happy just to find something to turn some creds for the Captain. Just then he got a call on his micro-bead from the Doc. "Umm Bacta big big toughy JenJen but I sees what I can do. Maybe not super fresh if i can finds though." Bacta was good for several uses and on Nar Shadda unless you had the creds of a noble you were not going to get anything fresh much less bacta. <br><br>Faradin shook his head as he took some notes. "Boy oh boys you gots them thinking you the Squib Faradin. Betters come through or you gonna be the lonely Nar Shadda Squib." He finished up his notes and with a wave over to Poy who had started her own deal with the space port he sprinted out of the landing bay into the rust colored air of Nar Shadda. To many people the over grown city would be a maze of alleys, cutthroats and swindlers but to Faradin it was a scavengers dream. Sure anything you found might belong to someone else and getting it might get ya shanked but at the same time there were few places in the galaxy that allowed for finding such a wide variety of just about anything. <br><br>Looking around he found what looked like the closest thing to an upstanding citizen and approached him. "Helloooo! Who the local Boss Guy around here? I need to barrow money and stuff." The suspicious and understandably unhappy Ishi Tib curled his lip. <em>"What? Are you dense or something? Why would i know that?"</em> Faradin rolled his eyes "Because you have good clothes not merchant clothes and you are on the street in middle of day and your shoes say you like to play dice...see scuff on top of toe...you kneel a lot and your hand is playing with something in your pocket. To small to be a knife so dice." He turned his head slightly to the side and wiggled his ears. "I needs creds so who i talk too?" The Ishi Tib shook his head irritated <em>"Gorbit...hes a Devaronian at the Rampant Womprat."</em> Faradins ears perked up "Thank you muches Mr. man. You have good days." and he trundled off.<br>
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