Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 02:39:39</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: Smuggler’s Glory<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: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 18:40:51</strong>
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				<strong>Current event:</strong> Our story begins on the outer rim world of Rishi, a jungle planet that is a smuggler’s paradise. Here we find our intrepid group of adventurers meeting for the first time in the capital city of Raider’s Cove. It is a paradise for smugglers, criminals, and the scum of the universe to mingle and do business without any worry of the empire’s ever watchful eye. Our groups of adventurers are all seeking work, and a trandoshian sitting in the Spit Shine Cantina appears to be offering a job with just the right amount of risk and reward. Where it will lead only time can tell.<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: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 21:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sassk<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Why do I always gotta gather the fresh blood?<br><strong>Status:</strong> Bored...<br><hr><br>The singular star rose high in the sky over the lush jungle planet of Rishi. Bird cawed, jungle beasts roared, and the winds rustled the leaves of the tree tops as it blew. But all of this lush wonder was of no concern to anyone in the hustling and bustling port city stuck right in the middle of it all. The dirty and dingy city of Raider’s Cove was abuzz with activity. Vendors hawking their wears, people bustling through the streets, and spice dealers making trades down the dark allies filled the city with energy. It was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, as some might put it, with bounty hunters, smugglers, and outlaws alike rubbing shoulders way out in the fringes of the outer rim.<br><br>One such smuggler sat terribly bored at the bar of one of the local cantinas, The Spit Shine. A lumbering trandoshan standing above two meters tall stood leaning heavily on the bar. The reptilian man looked adjusted as he sneered at nothing in particular. He grabbed a glass beside him of Corellian an brandy and threw the entirety of its contents back, slamming the glass back down on the counter. As the bar tender came to ask if he wanted another Sassk just growled at him and was swiftly poured more brandy. Looking at his chronometer the trandoshan again grumbled to himself. <strong>”Why am I always the one who has to sniff out the new blood?”</strong> he complained. While Kalor was back in the hanger working on The Scarlet Mistress Sassk has put out a ‘job posting’ through his usual channels. It was a little vague, simply saying Captain Kalor Dunn needs a crew for a quick job. Some risk, big reward, details after you sign on. A typical call to arms for the galaxy’s lowlifes, and the Mistress needed a crew quick for this one, so the pair had their fingers crossed they could get a couple of bodies and blow this place quick. But so far there were no takers. So, while the captain got to tinker with his precious ship, here was Sassk doing all the grunt work...again. And so he continued to order more brandy and hope to the stars that someone would show up soon before he died of boredom.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 21:40:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Eliza Hallux<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>People at cantina<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong>Having bad feelings about this.. <br><br><strong>Eliza</strong> had hear'd about quick job, and was a bit low on credits. She had made it to the meeting place hour before, to scout the place out, see what kind of people would gather on it. Maybe that would give out some hints of the job. <br><em>´To know one think before you need it, it worth more that ten notes afterwards.'</em> She remembered her master saying on the skulking lessons.<br><br>She kept on herself, dancing slowly on the dance floor with half-broken holo, as it was quite early to the local gangs. Her eyes and ears were open, surveying the place, who's in and who left within the last hour.<br><br><br><strong>Eliza </strong>made no effort to contact the clearly stressed Trandosan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 02:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone present<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip<br><strong>Wounds: </strong>16/16&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: </strong>12/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status: Normal</strong><br><br>Melva stepped into The Spit Shine Cantina like most mercenaries do: head held high, dressed in her armor, blaster pistol on her hip, and not particularly impressed by anything.&nbsp; If you've seen one cantina, you've seen them all, though the decor may always be a surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;She fluffed her short brown hair and took a cleansing breath.&nbsp; The Spit Shine definitely could be worse.<br><br>She thought back to the mercenaries in the other cantina, in the better part of town, who said, "a contract hiring at the Spit Shine?&nbsp; It's not worth the cred to deal with the stink, let alone to get spaced."<br><br>Maybe it wasn't worth it, she thought to herself as her 'fellows' commiserated before pounding back shots and telling tall tales.&nbsp; 'Some risk, big reward' usually turned out to be 'bigger risk than expected, smaller reward than expected'.&nbsp; <br><br>That said, in her years honing her skills and exploring the galaxy, she had probably seen worse than one contract could pose.&nbsp; So she did some research through the usual channels.&nbsp; It looked legitimate, if a bit slapdash.&nbsp; If they weren't broadcasting details, they either weren't sure there was going to be a profit or...it would be dangerous beyond measure.<br><br>The latter possibility was why the lithe human lady sought out the two meter tall Trandoshan at the bar and spoke to him, "did you post the request for crew?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 03:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sassk<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Notes:</strong> We may actually have someone competent for once.<br><strong>Status:</strong> Surprised and slightly impressed<br><hr><br>As Sassk leaned down on the bar and morosely swirled his glad of brandy he looked up slightly as a newcomer entered the cantina. A woman who held her head high and was dressed like she’d just arrived from the clone wars. That or some imperial commando training. The well armored individual made her way straight to him, <em>”soldier or mercenary perhaps...”</em> he thought to himself. Much more direct than a bounty hunter or seasoned smuggler. She was concise and straight forward with her question as well. <br><br>Sassk stood up to his full highs to look down at the woman and size her up properly. <strong>”Yeah, I may have put one out.</strong> he said in a voice that sounded like gravel thrown into blender. <strong>”And if yur askin’ I’d guess yur interested?”</strong> he let the question hang in the air for a moment for her to respond before continuing. <strong>”The name’s Sassk, and if you’re up for this just stick around for a bit. You like like someone who can hold her own, that’s good. But we’ll be needin’ a few more bodies to make sure things go smoothly.</strong> After his bit Sassk leaned back towards the counter and flared at the bar tender who dutifully poured him another glass. He took this one and slid it down to Melva. <strong>”Here, have one on me.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 03:39:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Hira Darksun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Guys, Wounds and Strain count upwards, not downwards. We're all currently at 0 out of our threshold.<br><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Cautious<br><br><hr><br>Once again, Hira found herself in the precarious position of not having nearly enough credits to survive as much as another week on this planet, at least if she didn't want to live on the streets and dig through the garbage piles for sustenance. And, just like so many times before, a job posting came at <em>just</em> the right time... And by a familiar name, no less. That was worth something, at least - she had been paid adequately last time, without any attempts to swindle her out of a fairly decided share of credits as so many smugglers liked doing with hired help.<br><br>Entering the bar a short moment after a woman with her head held high and armor proudly worn, Hira projected the exact opposite appearance - instead of bold and proud, the woman shrouded in a dark grey robe with her hood up looked unassuming, unimportant, and quickly forgotten. After a quick glance with her silver eyes across the room, the young woman made her way towards Sassk and the mercenary talking to him - wordlessly slipping onto the seat to the Trandoshan's left. <strong>"Heard you're hiring again. I could use the creds. Same arrangement as last time, Sassk?"</strong><br><br>Speaking to the smuggler, Hira didn't even look at him, instead continuing to keep her face hidden under the hood of her robes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 04:16:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sassk, others in proximity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip.&nbsp; Never knew strain and wounds counted upwards:&nbsp; good to know.<br><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/16&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: </strong>0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong> Patiently waiting<br><hr><br><strong>"Yes,"</strong> she said when given a moment to answer, and then nodded after he explained the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiles just a little as someone else arrives, but her voice stays at that same low, solemn level. <strong> "Hurry up and wait gets easier every time I try it.&nbsp; I am Melva, and here's to buying a round for all of us when this is over."</strong><br><br>Taking the drink, she sips it slowly but deliberately, tasting the drink rather than rushing it.&nbsp; She is a little relieved that someone both verifies that this person is who he says he is, and gets right to the point.&nbsp; This is either a very well executed scam, or a legitimate job, and Sassk seemed pretty straightforward when he was the one doing the talking.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 22:26:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sassk<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hira &amp; Melva<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Things may be looking up for this mission<br><strong>Status:</strong> optimistic <br><hr><br>Sassk gave as close to a smile as a trandoshan can give as Melva accepted the drink and the offer. It was always nice to have competent people on the Mistress. And speaking of competent people Sassk noticed another figure slink up beside him. Simply hearing her voice the reptile remembered the Echani as she spoke. Turning to look and see a wisp of white hair hidden in the hood he knew who it was. <strong>”Good to see you again Hira. You blow through all those credits from Rodia already?”</strong> he asked in an amused tone. <strong>”You must be worse with money than Kalor.”</strong> His tone was playful, as playful as a trandoshan gets anyway, and he nudged the hood figure with his elbow playfully.<br><br>At Melva’s toast Sassk raised his own glass in acknowledgement and took a big swing of it. That made two more crew, and a bonus for them being capable and familiar respectively. Sassk has to admit, this was going better than expected. When Kalor told him luck was on their side with this one he had his doubts, but sure enough the old smuggler’s unimaginable luck seemed to be working still. They’d see if it held if they got anymore people. <strong>”Here here. Let’s see if we can’t reel in a few more hands before we get too far.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 11:57:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Eliza Hallux<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>People at cantina<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong>Having bad feelings about this.. <br><br><strong>Eliza</strong> kept dancing, and tried to read signs from the people gathering around the Trandoshan. She was pretty sure of the woman called <strong>Melva</strong>, soldier of fortune type, but the hooded one felt familiar on another level and she could not put her finger on it. She let the force guide her senses as she tried to get an feeling out of the situation. <br><br>The force as her guide, Eliza starts to pick things up from the three gathered,<strong> Sassk</strong>, <strong>Melva</strong> and <strong>Hira</strong>, most basic feelings... but as she taps tot he unseen binding force, it resonates strongly on <strong>Hira</strong>, making<strong> Eliza</strong> stumble against the T3-unit that was playing the notes on the dancefloor, causing it nearly tip over. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC?</div><div class="spoiler_body"> How are rolls being made? Eliza wants to perceive the group... I can "RP" it out, but rolling in the future... Does E! have StarWars roller?<br>Rolled Per+Force dif2, 3 sux, 1 disadv, 1 white pip.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>18-05-2019, 11:40:35</strong>
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				Name: Laeli<br>Location: The Spit Shine Cantina<br>Notes: <br>Wounds: 0/13 Strain: 0/13<br>Status: Force guide me....<br><br>&nbsp;Laeli double checked the datapad. No, this was the place. Well, it was better than Nar Shadda at least, even if it took most of her creds to get here. The gang violence had been getting worse and worse, and she figured it was high time to leave. Fighting in the streets was no place for someone like her, especially if one gang or another decided to press her for services. Putting the pad away, stick tapping along the ground as she walked, the miralian entered the Cantina.<br><br>&nbsp;She pulled down her hood, looking around again. The advert didn't say much. Low risk, high reward sounded great in theory. But she also knew advertisements liked to lie all the time. She just hoped whatever this job was didn't involve fighting. Laeli found herself at the bar, climbing onto a seat and setting down her training stick. Brushing her hair back, she tried and failed horribly to not look out of place. <strong>"Just a water and bread, please."</strong> She said, glancing around. She slid the datapad towards the bartender, the advertisement open.<strong> "Ah, if you could, I am looking for the contact for this advertisement. It only says to meet here, I am afraid I am at a loss at any more than that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 13:03:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iSBKSfK.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Dam Bwesiho<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Laeli<br><strong>Notes:</strong> the bartender<br><strong>Status:</strong> Stressed<br><hr><br>As the lithe miralian strode up to the bar the exasperated bothan bar tender raised a curious eyebrow at her request. Casting a furtive glance back at the trandoshan, glad he seemed to be in a better mood, the older man looked back at Laeli with a somewhat stern look. <strong>”Yeah, I’ll get right on that. But first can I give you some advice lady? And this one’s free of charge. If your temperament matches your order, you’re in the wrong part of the galaxy. I’d be carefully if I was you. And maybe acquire a taste for something stronger.”</strong> His expression melted into one that was more sympathetic, like he was talking to a child that didn’t know better. This poor girl stood out like a sore thumb. Grabbing her the water and bread he returned to look at her data pad. Scrunching his face up into a look of concern her looked back up at the girl and then over to the imposing trandoshan nursing his umpteenth glass of brandy and talking to the mercenary. <strong>”If you’re answering that advert, you want to talk to the big guy over there,”</strong> he said motioning with his head towards Sassk. As the girl left to go talk to him the bartender shook his head wearily. <strong>”Poor kid’s gonna get herself killed...”</strong> he mumbled to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 16:46:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Hira Darksun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Guys, Wounds and Strain count upwards, not downwards. We're all currently at 0 out of our threshold.<br><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> Cautious<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Well, both the money, and staying on the move. You know how it goes on the Rim, you stay in one place too long, you might never leave again."</strong> responding to Sassk with the hint of a smile under her hood at the good-natured Trandoshan, she once again saw how stupid the racism of the Core Worlds really was. The massive Trandoshan was a way more complex and amicable person than anyone on Coruscant would ever even dare to believe. Briefly, the hooded woman glanced past the massive alien, examining her fellow human with a quick glance.<br><strong><br>"Name's Hira, as Sassk here said. I do a bit of everything, as needed."</strong><br><br>The hairs in the back of Hira's neck suddenly stood up, and she turned her head the other way briefly, before casually addressing that odd feeling and sound from the dance floor. <strong>"Hey Sassk, this mission is one that'll start at the spaceport right? No... inclination to think we might get a nasty surprise here already?"</strong> Shifting very slightly in her seat, Hira was ready to leap up and over the bar if someone started firing at them. You could never be too careful on this planet. She definitely felt... watched, but it didn't seem like someone wanted them dead... yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 20:56:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sassk, Eliza, Laeli, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> With a Togruta at his heels<br><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Cautiously optomistic<br><br>He entered the cantina with Asosa in tow.&nbsp; They didn't have the money to hole up anywhere and the lead might bring them both employment and mobility.&nbsp; The latter was more important than the former.&nbsp; this lead, more than any of the others was what he wanted to check out.&nbsp; Having an in with a prospective employer helped make up for the fact that you were next to useless.<br><br>He didn't hesitate.&nbsp; He walked across the bar, his bare feet noiseless and long calloused from a lifetime without shoes.&nbsp; His companion drew looks and the occasional offer of cash; sex work wasn't entirely off the table but it was a close to last resort.&nbsp; Ilar'Ven ignored the comments and Asosa evaded the reaching hands with a skill and grace born of a lifetime of dance.<br><br>The small Twi'lek looked almost child like, as if he were a perfectly proportioned 3/4 scale model of a full grown adult male.&nbsp; He was a Darian, his skin a dark grey.&nbsp; It was accented by black tattoos and made the gold jewellery he wore stand out in sharp contrast.&nbsp; Shirtless, he moved as if he was completely comfortable in the dive bar; the observant among the patrons noticed that his hand never strayed too close to his blaster but the strap that secured it in the holster was undone.<br><br>He headed straight for the Trandoshan.&nbsp; <strong>"Been a while, Sassk,"</strong> he began.&nbsp; <strong>"Kalor give you the short end of the stick again?&nbsp; You know, you could let me do the hiring for you and not only do you get your crew, you get to go blow off some steam and take a load off.&nbsp; What do you say?&nbsp; I'll even throw in a hot oil massage, to sooth those aching muscles and get rid of that itch you just can't reach."</strong><br><br>For those able to sense it, the Twi'lek was Force sensitive but his aura was chaotic, undisciplined.&nbsp; He was utterly without training, a danger to himself and others if left alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 02:39:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sassk<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hira, Melva, Ilar’Ven, Asosa, any eaves droppers on their conversation<br><strong>Notes:</strong> So many familiar faces. Perception roll results: 1 failure, 1 advantage.<br><strong>Status:</strong> confident<br><hr><br>Sassk tensed up a bit as Hira appeared to get nervous. Was someone watching them? Maybe he should drink a little less and pay a little more attention. Keeping his eyes and ears peeled for ill intent Sassk tried to appear and remain calm. <strong>”Not in particular, but you know how Kalor is. He’s got a friend in every port, and twice as many enemies...”</strong> He scanned the room but saw no one suspicious. However he was aware of some sort of presence like Hira had said. With a low growl Sassk pulled the large vibro-axe from his back and propped it against the bar, one clawed hand resting on it to use it at a moment’s notice. <br><br>He was then pleasantly surprised as yet another familiar face walked into the cantina. It was from a long time ago for sure, but Sassk could not forget the diminutive twi’lek slave. Though seeing no collar on him, nor his zabrak mistress anywhere around but instead a togruta girl trailing behind him, the trandoshan figured the man’s position in life must have improved. Either by escape or a surprising act of compassion Ilar’Ven appeared to be a free man now. He even carried a blaster on his hip, something no smart slave holder would allow. <strong>”Well, it looks like we’re getting the band back together. Ilar’Ven, you are the last being I expected to see here.</strong> he said with a pleased tone. As the Twi’lek approached Sassk reached out one of his massive clawed hands and placed it on the young man’s shoulder. <strong>”I’ll think about your offer, but I ain’t in need of no massages.”</strong> The towering figure then bent low to whisper in Ilar’Ven’s ear, <strong>”Least not in public. Once we’re alone on the ship then we can talk...”</strong><br><br>Sassk then stood back up and surveyed the group before him. A former slave who was good with his hands, a tough as nails looking merc, a reliable fighter and jack of all trades, and a mystery girl who looked quick on her feet at least. Not a bad assortment. They’d probably do as the motley crew they needed for this job. <strong>”Alright then,”</strong> he said in his gravely voice. <strong>”Unless there are any other low life’s lurkin’ around here that wish to join us, I’d say we all make our way towards the space port. With any luck the captain hasn’t fried himself working on the ship and we can get this show on the road.”</strong> Sassk looked around the cantina one more time, as he holstered the vibro-axe onto his back again. He wondered if any other sentient beings wished to join them on their adventure before departing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 04:26:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sassk, Eliza, Laeli, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> With a Togruta at his heels<br><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Cautiously optomistic<br><br><strong>"Done deal,</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven whispered in return.&nbsp; <strong>"And if you're in need of a good mechanic, I can see one.&nbsp; She did some work for Vesari and impressed her.</strong>&nbsp; He nodded towards Laeli.&nbsp; <strong>"That way the captain can focus on more important things, like <em>not </em> frying himself.&nbsp; Want me to go see if she's looking for work?"</strong><br><br>It might have occurred to Sassk that Ilar'Ven, in fact none of the Zabrak crimelord's slaves or even her free servants ever referred to her by name.&nbsp; All they ever called her was 'Mistress'.&nbsp; The fact that he had one of the Zabrak's other slaves in tow&nbsp; was worth noticing as well.&nbsp; There was a story in it to be certain but equally this was not the place for it to be told.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>21-05-2019, 18:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sassk, others in proximity<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip.<br><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/16&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: </strong>0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guard Mode: ON<br><hr><br><strong>"If trouble comes, we just have to push through and get to the ship,"</strong> Melva says to the group as a whole, giving a wary glance around.&nbsp; Danger never really screams its presence very loudly, though.&nbsp; Perhaps the tiniest tickling of fear down the back of one's neck, or the realization that someone's staring a little too hard and reaching for something on their belt...but that's often all one gets before it all goes downhill.<br><br>She stands up straight, turns her attention away from the bar, and keeps her eyes peeled.&nbsp; She doesn't rest her hand on her blaster or even seem to tense up much, though.&nbsp; No reason to look for trouble too hard, after all...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>23-05-2019, 08:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Eliza Hallux<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>People at cantina<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong>Having bad feelings about this.. <br><hr><br>As the group was readying itself to move away, <strong>Eliza</strong> had gathered that it was not an trap, or an ambush. She stopped dancing and wiped her hair from her eyes and made toward the trandoshan. <br><strong>"I could not help but over heard, that your looking for an crew. I got some experience aboard of crafts, as crewman and more or less jack-of-all-trades... so if you have spots open for handyman.. "</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 03:04:23</strong>
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				Name: Laeli<br>Location: The Spit Shine Cantina<br>Notes: <br>Wounds: 0/13 Strain: 0/13<br>Status: Force guide me....<br><br>&nbsp;The miralian tilted her head, then nodded. She took the water and gave it an angled glance before taking a sip. "I thank you for the advice and for the warning." Laeli said, setting the glass down. "I am much more durable than I appear, I assure you. I would not have survived long on Nar Shadda, had I not."<br><br>&nbsp;Sliding off the stool, she put the bread into her pocket and then grabbed her stick and glass of water. Tapping over to the Trandoshan, she gave a bow of her head at Ilar's mention. "It is my understanding good sir that you are in need of crew for a venture. I would like to offer my services in such regard. My knowledge and skills related to mechanics are of top quality. If you have worry of my survival abilities, I assure you I am not as vulnerable as my appearance or demeanor would suggest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 23:01:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m281/owl_mage/Space Fleet/Trandoshan.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Sassk<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Lwta get this show on the road<br><strong>Status:</strong> Confident<br><hr><br>As Sassk took the cantina in one last time to see if they’d be lucky enough to pick up a few more desperate she wasn’t disappointed. An interesting looking human girl approached them from the dance floor. Absently Sassk wondered if she had been the one they’d felt spying on them. No way someone that close to that damn music bot could have ‘happened’ to overhear their conversations unless they were trying to. But the trandoshan would let it slide. If anything it spoke to her abilities, being able to hang back and gather intel like that, she could prove to be very useful. <strong>”An experienced spacer huh? Alright, we could use another body. The name’s Sassk, just tag along with the others and don’t fall behind.”</strong> <br><br>And just as soon as that conversation had ended another young woman appeared, this one a miralian. <em>”Great, a crew full of girls. Won’t the captain be happy...”</em> he though to himself. Not that he had anything against them. He mostly just wondered if the captain would end up with the harem he dreamed of or getting the horns slapped off his thick skull. He figured with this lot more likely the latter, but it’d be fun to watch at least. Raising a scaled eye brow at the bow and formal introduction Sassk simple looked down at the green faced girl with a blank stare. <strong>”...You ain’t worked with smugglers much have you kid? No need to be so formal, it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. As for joining, if Ilar her is willin’ to vouch for you then you’re welcome aboard. We could use a good mechanic. Especially if your motto ain’t ‘Slap some bonding tape on it and get back to it later’.”</strong> he said with a dry laugh. With this latest addition that made six people, exactly as many as the captain wanted. Not one to look a gift bantha in the mouth Sassk motioned for the motley crew to follow him to the space port. <strong>”Alright crew, lets make our way to the space port. It’s time to introduce y’all to the captain.”</strong><br><br><hr><br>As the group walked out into the open of Raider’s Cove spaceport all kinds of ships could be seen. Freighters, fighters, transports, personal yachts, all varying in size and upkeep. The trandoshan led the group to the farthest edge of the landing area to behold a red YT-2400 light freighter, the Scarlet Mistress (http://i.imgur.com/PWXYTV0.jpg). On the cockpit arm that was facing them was the painting of a large female zabrak corsair, thigh high boots, skimpy skirt and captain’s coat, large bust, and a feathered tricorn on her head. Sassk stopped at the ramp up to the ship and called up, <strong>”Oy, Kalor! I’m back with the new blood!”</strong> The shout was followed by a loud clang and an equally as loud cursing in zabraki.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 23:02:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i699.photobucket.com/albums/vv351/kryteshyft/zabraksmugslice.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Captain Kalor Dunn<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Hello ladies!<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cocky<br><hr><br>Captain Kalor Dunn was finishing up repairing the sublight engines as he waited for his trusty first mate to find them a new crew. All was going surprisingly well, expect for this last part. He couldn’t get the leak from the fuel cell’s coolant intake valve. He had exhausted all his option except one, a good old fashioned beat down. With the biggest wrench he had onboard the captain had clamped it down on the stubborn bolt and strained with all his might against at it. He was almost there when a sudden shout startled him. The start caused him to succeed in giving the last push needed to close the valve down securely. But the wrench then slipped off and slammed down onto the zabrak’s boot. <strong>”Zankit!”</strong> The man swore in zabraki as he proceeded to hop on one foot and grasp the other aching one. That damn trandoshan had terrible timing. But, the leak appeared to have stopped, so that was good. As the words Sassk had spoken finally registered the captain began to grin. That was sooner than expected, maybe it was his lucky day. Time to go meet the new crew.<br><br>The ramp for the Scarlet Mistress lowered with a hiss and a plume of white smoke. With a bit of a flair a tall zabrak male with flowing coat tales long sleek black hair descended the ramp, arms raised in a welcoming gesture. <strong>”Hello my friends. I hope this big lug didn’t have to twist any of your arms to get you here. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Captain Kalor Dunn of the legendary Scarlet Mistress.</strong> he said with an air of confidence and an exaggerated bow. <strong>”It is my honor to welcome you all aboard, and I must say Sassk you appear to have outdone yourself, such a lovely assortment of life forms here.”</strong> The trandoshan simply snorted and walked past the captain up the ramp as Kalor remained to greet each new member of his crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 03:44:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;All, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> With a Togruta at his heels<br><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Cautiously optomistic<br><br><strong>"Ilar<em>'Ven</em>,"</strong>&nbsp; The Twei'lek said, although he was fairly certain that nobody was going to listen to him.&nbsp; They never did.&nbsp; It was sheer habit that made him do it.&nbsp; He had no real attachment to the name but it was one of the few things he'd ever had any control over.<br><br>He was pleased that Laeli was one of the new crew members hired. He felt obligated to her because of what his Mistress had forced him to do to her.&nbsp; He'd hopefully be able to apologize.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt a shudder of apprehension when he saw the Scarlet Mistress.&nbsp; His own Mistress would have called herself that, had it not already been the name of the ship.&nbsp; He saw her face in the nose art of the ship, even if she hadn't looked anything like the model they'd used.&nbsp; <br><br>The moment of apprehension was brief however, ending when he saw Kalor.&nbsp; Zabrak that he was, he was nothing like the woman who had literally owned Ilar'Ven for as long as he could remember.&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"You should maybe let me teach you to do that bow properly,"</strong> he said.&nbsp; <strong>"If you'd done that to a Dug, you'd have just surrendered your ship."</strong>&nbsp; He was kidding of course.&nbsp; He could joke with Kalor like that, something he'd never have dared to do with his Mistress.<br><br><strong>"Ilar’Ven! What in the blazes are you doing out here? How is Mistress Vesari? It has been some time since our last... business deal.”</strong> he said the last part in a sultry and playful voice, memories bubbling up to the surface as he grinned.<br><br>Any grin on Ilar'Ven's face disappeared.&nbsp; <strong>"She got into a dispute with Gaburabu the Hutt,"</strong> he answered.&nbsp; <strong>"He wanted me to be given to him as a tribute.&nbsp; You know Mistress Vesari.&nbsp; Nobody tells her what to do.&nbsp; So, she refused.&nbsp; It pretty much turned into all out war."</strong>&nbsp; He tapped the blaster at his hip.&nbsp; <strong>"She gave me this after the second abduction attempt.&nbsp; In the end, she freed me, rather than allowing Gaburabu to claim me as spoils.&nbsp; Last I saw, she was trying to gather a few allies for a final assault on Gaburabu's palace, in retaliation for his firebombing her villa.&nbsp; I wasn't going to take any chances on a Hutt's willingness to respect an emancipation declaration, so I talked my way onto a freighter and kept the captain warm and happy for the duration of the trip.&nbsp; I'm sure you remember Asosa.&nbsp; I know you've seen her dance.&nbsp; I found her wandering in the wreckage and figured she'd have a better chance with me, even as a runaway slave, than she would on Nar Shadaa.&nbsp; I doubt there is anyone alive to notice that she's missing."</strong><br><br>Telling Kalor he was a freed slave was one thing.&nbsp; Telling him Asosa was a runaway slave was quite another.&nbsp; As a smuggler, he'd broken his share of laws.&nbsp; If he happened to have any debts to the slavers guild Ilar'Ven had just handed him a get out of debt free card, with Asosa's name on it.&nbsp; Then again, Kalor was in a unique position to help.&nbsp; After all, if he could manufacture false manifests to cover illicit cargo, getting fake emancipation documents would be child's play.<br><br>And of course it let him know that he had a runaway slave on board, something that might be problematic, if they encountered any overly officious customs officials.&nbsp; Harbouring a runaway was almost as illegal as being one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 04:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Eliza Hallux<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina &gt; YT2400 Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crew<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong>Having bad feelings about this.. <br><hr><br><strong>Eliza</strong> nod to the trandoshan and toke her place in the group, as they moved to the spaceport. Indeed, she had been on board of good dozen of crafts, as she had to move around, no questions asked and cheap crewmen were always wanted on board of bucket of bolts like this <strong>Scarlet Mistress</strong>. She wondered what was wrong with <strong>Corellian</strong> shipyards, as they managed to put out the most wreched ships in the galaxy, and still made money.<br><br>As the captain made his lecherous comment and kissed her hand, she flashed an smile <strong>"Why thank you Captain Dunn, I am sure there will be plenty of time for us to get to know each other... "</strong> there was no small quantity of sass there, but way she moved her self, it was hard to tell was that teasing or sarcasm, as she passed in to the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 14:22:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Hira Darksun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Spit Shine Cantina -&gt; Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> None<br><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Hira relaxed, ever so slightly, as they left the Cantina. The feeling of being watched was gone - there was a good chance that whoever had done so was among them, now. An interesting group, at first glance. A short Twi'lek, a Togruta, a normal human... And a Mirilian? Whatever their job ended up being, if it lead them into Imperial space, they might run into trouble with this many aliens. But considering that the captain himself wasn't human, he probably already accounted for that.<br><br>The Scarlet Mistress still looked exactly as Hira remembered it. A trustworthy ship, a maybe slightly overly flamboyant but reliable captain and first mate... About as good of a job as anyone might get here, on this forsaken planet of the Outer Rim. Just like the first time, as grandiose an introduction as one could probably muster out here - Kalor knew how to put on a show. Hira was about to follow Sassk up the ramp when she stopped briefly, listening to the Twi'lek explain a bit... so he had been a slave? There was so much suffering, so many who'd take advantage of others... it made the Echani sick to her stomach to even think about this 'mistress' that Kalor mentioned.<br><br>Of course, the moment she tried to board the ship, Kalor just had to drag the Echani into what looked to be the most awkward hug of all time for the others, and she actively fought the desire to flip the Zabrak right onto his back here, on his landing ramp. It'd be so easy to do - just hook one of her own feet behind his, pull, and push him down with her free hands. But she doubted that he'd appreciate being made a fool out of infront of his new crew, even if he was, in fact, a fool.<br><br><strong>"M-maybe one day."</strong> Being as evasive as she could be for his offer, Hira pulled herself out of the hug maybe a bit more quickly than necessary, causing her hood to fall back and reveal her pale complexion, white hair and silver eyes to everyone present for the first time, as she stepped past the captain and onto the Scarlet Mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 15:31:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Others<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip.<br><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/16&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: </strong>0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong> Pleased with her employer.<br><hr><br>Melva is wary as she follows along to the Scarlet Mistress.&nbsp; It is not a big surprise to hear someone curse from within.&nbsp; Ships were the number one source of harsh language in her line of work.&nbsp; The only real surprise would be if the strong language was kept to a minimum as time went on and the ship would surely find a creative mechanical failure to experience.<br><br>She stood firm for a spell, letting others pass by before making her way up with a proper, disciplined march.<br><br><strong>”And what have we here? Battle hardened and ready for anything I’d wager? I dare say you could kill your foes with those dazzling brown eyes of your’s alone. Look out Sassk, I’m betting this one could take you with one arm tied behind her back.”</strong> <br><br>Though she was used to being flirted with, Kalor had the proper blend of flattery and humor so that any offense could be laughed off.&nbsp; Besides, she couldn't help blushing.&nbsp; It was rare that someone flirting put proper effort into it!<br><br><strong>"My name is Melva, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain."</strong> She bowed her head, keeping her smile small by force of will alone. <strong>"I'll do my best to keep my dazzling eyes pointed at the enemy."</strong><br><br>She passed by and made sure to swing her hips just a little bit as she went.&nbsp; She didn't know if any would be looking, but she figured she might as well give anyone interested as much of a show as her olive drab armored clothing really could.&nbsp; Maybe it was too bold for her role here, but she'd have time to regret her forwardness later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>16-06-2019, 14:10:39</strong>
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				Name: Laeli <div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/438336842119774218/438337210698301440/MirialanBlackHood.png)</div>Location: The Spit Shine Cantina<br>Notes: <br>Wounds: 0/13 Strain: 0/13<br>Status: Force guide me....<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Laeli brushed a hair out of her face. <strong>"My previous occupation was a mechanic to various smugglers, gangs, drug lords, imperial officers and other unsavory individuals. I find my manner of speech leads to being underestimated and thus being able to outwit those looking to take advantage of a naive young woman."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;When they reached the Scarlet Mistress, Laeli wasn't sure what to think. The ship seemed to be tacked together from several different parts, it look like she'd have her work cut out for her.<br><br><strong>”Hello my dear, welcome aboard the Mistress. It isn’t often I am graced by such a beautiful miralian. We are glad to have you aboard.”</strong> Kalor looked the robed woman over from head to toe as she passed, admiring her assets.<br><br>&nbsp;Ah, yes, the captain. A bit of a stereotype, a roguish womanizer. But she supposed she'd have to put up with it. <strong>"I am Laeli, mechanic by trade. Do you have a machine shop or engineering bay where I can set up a sleeping bag?"</strong> She asked, leaning on her stick a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>19-06-2019, 03:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i699.photobucket.com/albums/vv351/kryteshyft/zabraksmugslice.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Captain Kalor Dunn<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Such a lovely crew!<br><strong>Status:</strong> Cocky<br><hr><br>Captain Kalor greeted his new crew with zeal. Most of the ladies seemed to take his flirting well, that was a good sign! Hira was as awkward as ever about physical contact that wasn’t an attack but Kalor enjoyed teasing the echani and watching her squirm a bit, though his offer was sincere. <strong>”There’s an engineering bay but I’d highly recommend a bunk in one of the crew’s quarters, I make sure my crew fly in comfort.”</strong> He said as Leila introduced herself. For Eliza he simply winked and smirked back at her. When Ilar’Ven gave him the grim news Kalor’s smile only dipper for a moment. <strong>”I’m sorry to hear about that. She was a nice woman, as far a slavers go anyway. But hey! At least you’re free right? And as long as you stay with us, you’ll stay as free as a bird on the wind.”</strong> he said clasping Ilar’ven on the shoulder. With Melva being the last to board the captain turned and grinned, following the pleasant view of hips swaying up the gang plank and onto The Scarlet Mistress (http://imgur.com/Sv4qma2). Sassk had waited at the top and directed people towards the lounge near the front of the ship and then stood just in the doorway once the last of them had funneled in and sat down. Kalor brought up the rear and nodded to his first mate before turning to his new crew, his coat tails whipping behind him. <strong>”Welcome one and all to the Scarlet Mistress! This ship will be your home away from home so long as you are a member of this crew. You’ve all met myself now and Sassk, we will be the leaders of this fine band of miscreants, and there is one more member of the crew I’d like for you all to...”</strong> before he was even able to finish speaking a loud mechanical squeal came from the cockpit followed by the sound of squeaking wheels. What emerged from the hall leading to the cockpit was something best described as an abomination. A hodgepodge of droids seemingly unceremoniously smashed together rolled its way into the lounge. It had the body of what looked like an R3 astromech droid, but at the top of its dome was welded the head of an RA-7 protocol droid. And protruding from around the astromech body were the 20 mechanical limbs of an FX-7 medical droid. The frankenbot seemed to be squealing with delight as it rolled swiftly into the lounge. Mechanical arms began reaching and shaking hands, prodding arms, and pinching cheeks of all the new crew members. <strong>”Oooooh goodness!”</strong> it shrieked in a female sounding voice. <strong>”Are these our new friends?! This looks like a feisty bunch of organic yes sir! I can’t wait to see the kind of trouble we all get into together!”</strong><br><br>Kalor chuckled as the excited droid continued its awkward greeting and prodding. <strong>”Heh heh. As I was saying, this is EVT-6. Evey is our resident astromech, translator, doctor, and doting mother. She’ll be taking care of you all if you get any injuries, helping keep the ship running, aiding in any negotiations, and she mixes a mean cocktail. Now that’s enough prodding Evey, no need to scare them off before take off.</strong> The droid bobbed it’s head a little as an acknowledgement but still pinched everyone’s cheek one last time like that aunt that no one liked to see at family gatherings. She then wheeled over next to Kalor and Sassk as the captain continued speaking. <br><br><strong>”Now that introductions are finished I’m sure you’re all itching to know what this little job of ours is going to be. I promise we’ll get to that. But first, there are a couple of ground rules that need to be followed when you’re a member of my crew.”</strong> Any previous members would recognize this speech, it was Kalor’s spiel he gave to every crew he had. <strong>”There are three rules aboard the Scarlet Mistress that must be followed at all times. Rule number one! Listen to the captain! The captain is always right!”</strong> Kalor paced in front of the group as he spoke, thrusting a finger into the air to count out the rules. <strong>”Rule number two! This crew is your family, and family always comes first.”</strong> he looked each person in the eye, showing he was serious about what he was saying. <strong>”And rule number three! The most important rule of all! If you forget any of these do not forget this one. There is NO!...rule number three!”</strong> After taking a moment to look over his new crew the captain’s countenance became jolly and cocky again and he clasped his hand together in front of him. <strong>”Good, now that we all know the rules, everyone go ahead and claim a bunk. Sassk and I will get us in the air and once we’re in hyperspace I will tell you all what we will be doing together.”</strong> Kalor dismisss the group to lay claim to their bunks. There were three free rooms each with double bunks in them. He would let the group decide who was bunking with who. He then turned and headed for the cockpit, followed by Sassk and EVT-6. The droid gave one last friendly wave with a few of its arms before rolling off after the captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>21-06-2019, 03:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7635/i/2013/098/4/9/unn__twi_lek_by_mavrosh-d60wg2w.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Spit Shine Cantina<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;All, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> With a Togruta at his heels<br><strong>Wounds: 11/11</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 13/14</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Cautiously optomistic<br><br><strong>"As free as you can be with a Hutt trying to slap a collar on you,"</strong>&nbsp; Ilar'Ven said.&nbsp; <strong>"I appreciate the chance.&nbsp; Al I have are the clothes on my back.&nbsp; The fact that I'm on this ship by choice, even if it wasn't much of a choice, means more than you can know.&nbsp; For the first time in my life, I'm in control of my own fate and I want to see how far I can take that." </strong><br><br>He didn't expect to make it too far.&nbsp; After all, the only life he knew had been half pampered pet and half plaything.&nbsp; He wondered how any of that would translate into real life.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved onto the ship on noiseless feet that had never known shoes.&nbsp; Perhaps he would wear them one day, just because he could.<br><br><em>What a wonderful choice that would be...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>24-06-2019, 19:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Melva<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Scarlet Mistress, bunks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Others<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip.<br><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/16&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: </strong>0/12&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong> Taking stock, securing the ship<br><hr><br>Melva listened to the Captain's 'safety brief' and nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"Easiest shipboard briefing I've ever listened to."</strong><br><br>Once everyone was sent to the four winds and left to claim their sleeping facilities, she looked over the bunk rooms and then sorted herself out on one of the empty ones.&nbsp; She squared her equipment away as compactly as possible, before stepping out to look around.&nbsp; She didn't want to really bar anyone from coming in, but she didn't want to get cozy before the ship was underway and the mission briefing was given.&nbsp; So she made her way out into the hall and did her best to be casual.<br><br>That was hard.&nbsp; This was one of the last moments where this job could turn out to be a mistake.&nbsp; It was also the first indication she would get as to whether the job would be exciting.&nbsp; She disobey or turn down the credits if the job was routine, of course...<br><br>However, she would have to double up on her training regime if this turned out to be a blue milk run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>02-07-2019, 11:00:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Hira Darksun<br><strong>Location:</strong> Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Notes:</strong> None<br><strong>Wounds: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/13</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Status:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>EVT-6 still looked like the same living nightmare as always, so nothing new to see there, but the droid seemed happy to see them all at least. Beyond that, there was nothing new in the captain's little speech for Hira, but she still attempted to look attentive and interested - just courtesy, really. And the sentiment was a good one - one of the few ways to really relax on the Outer Rim was to be with a crew you could trust, and while she didn't know the other recruits for the mission yet,&nbsp; Sassk and Kalor were two of the few people out here she knew she could in fact trust. Not with everything, of course - her past was a well guarded secret to everyone, even them - but enough to relax slightly on board the Scarlet Mistress.<br><br>Moving over to the cabins, Hira noticed that the cabin she had used last time already had one occupant - she gave Melva a short nod before placing her own small pack in the corner of the room, saving as much space as possible. She was used to space travel within cabins smaller than a broom closet, of course. Now, all they had left to do was wait for the mission briefing once they were in Hyperspace...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Smuggler’s Glory</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>18-07-2019, 06:25:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/8Cf2Cgww/SW.png)</div> <strong>Name:</strong>Eliza Hallux<br><strong>Location:</strong>YT2400 Scarlet Mistress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crew<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br><strong>Wounds: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Strain: 0/12</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Status:</strong>Curious <br><hr><br><strong>Eliza</strong> nod to the captain and quickly checked the floorplan of the ship, while seeking bunk to herself. This was old bucket of rust and bolts, but seemed intact.
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