Star Wars: Legacy Reborn
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Funguy81</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:34:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">Star Wars: Legacy Reborn<br><br>139 years have passed since the historic Battle of Yavin when the first Death Star was destroyed by the then fledgling Rebel Alliance. This was the moment considered by many that the forces of freedom have began the push to wrest the reins of power back from the Emperor Palpatine. No one, but a few living souls, knew that he was the Dark Lord of the Sith, and he maintained that secret from the general public even after his death and the decline of the Empire he's built.<br><br>The Empire is once again under the leadership of the Dark Lord of the Sith, but Darth Krayt rules the galaxy openly with an iron fist. History once again repeats itself. The Empire is in a galactic civil war between the Sith emperor and the exiled Emperor. The Jedi is all but destroyed. The Galactic Alliance has rebuilt itself to become a new Rebellion much like their ancestors had. The galaxy is once again in a state of turmoil. <br><br>One group of warrior, smugglers, and hidden Jedi's will truly relive a moment of this galaxies history. A time when the Sith and Jedi have warred with one another. </div><br>************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>The nightlife of Nar Shaddaa have been described by many as "lively", and by others as "cutthroat". This depends on the perspective of the person viewing the planet's club and entertainment districts. The crew of the starship "Freedom" find themselves surrounded by the pulsing music, strobing lights, and erotic dancing girls of the nightclub called "Starlight". Each corner of the large club is watched over by a a pair of thugs that provides security and enforcement. Cages hang throughout the club where Twi'lek, Human, and Zeltron dancing girls sway erotically to the beating pulse of the techno music pumping through the air. Beneath the cages is the dance floor, with a writhing crowd of clubgoers dance to the beat of the music as well, and to enjoy one another beneath the lights. Each member of the crew is in attendance as requested by Adrian's contact as the being hiring them for this job wishes to take a look at them. <br><br>The man that is requesting this meeting is called the "Shadow Broker" and no one as of yet have been able to find out his true identity. Despite this, he has built an intelligence empire that sells information or rare goods to anyone willing to pay the price. Now he seems to have a rare cargo that is in need of transporting, and he wishes to acquire the ship and services of the Freedom's crew. The time of the meeting is inching closer when Adrian will receive a message of where in the club he is to approach to have a face to face meeting with the Shadow Broker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 06:26:20</strong>
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				They didn't come any meaner than Daron Fel, and on Nar Shaddaa, everyone knew it.&nbsp; The endless surging crowds of sentient beings parted before his wide-shouldered gait, afraid.&nbsp; And why?&nbsp; Let's say that Daron Fel had been on Nar Shaddaa before and it hadn't been pretty.&nbsp; It was never pretty when Daron Fel was involved.<br><br>Internally, Daron Fel was excited.&nbsp; Not because he felt like he was at home.&nbsp; That feeling was expired.&nbsp; No, Daron Fel liked Nar Shaddaa because the drugs came easy and the whores came cheap.&nbsp; Like any addict, he was jonesin'.&nbsp; Sure, he got his fill with the Zeltron aboard the ship.&nbsp; He loved sticking that minx, and that's probably as close as Daron Fel would ever get to loving anyone.&nbsp; Tonight, the veteran mercenary was going to show some other women how he loved.&nbsp; And that wasn't going to be pretty either.<br><br>&nbsp;"Request for shore leave, captain; request granted," he said in his snarling tone to the captain.&nbsp; There wasn't any rancor between himself and the captain, at least none that Daron Fel knew about.&nbsp; He simply spoke in a deep, snarling manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you need me, I'll be by the bar getting my dick wet."<br><br>He proceeded to the bar, sidled up on a stool next to an attractive brunette.&nbsp; He spun on his stool so that his back would be against the counter, and then leaned over to inspect her lower back.&nbsp; Daron Fel nodded appreciatively.&nbsp; He reached over and gave her rump a firm squeeze, pulling the woman, whether she wanted or not, into his grasp.&nbsp; His mouth, always in a sneer, pushed against her ears.&nbsp; A message was given, for at first, there was a bit of a struggle.&nbsp; But then there was a pause of reflection, a look of appreciation, an instance where greed had to win out against every possible internal signal that screamed danger in the presence of this man.&nbsp; Then a nod.&nbsp; A confirmation.&nbsp; A contract.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman led him to a dark booth before disappearing underneath the table.&nbsp; Daron Fel draped one arm over the booth's back, the other drew a long cigar from his pocket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 18:17:09</strong>
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				Off in one of the corners sat a blonde woman, her fingers dancing over a datapad as she conversed with the gentleman sitting next to her.&nbsp; "So you're saying she took everything you had, locked you out of your joint cred accounts, and then split for the hills?&nbsp; Well, let me see what I can do," she said quietly, her fingers dancing even faster.<br><br>Pulling a few strings of code, she wormed her way into the intergalactic database and pulled up the woman's name, flipping the pad around momentarily to show it to the man.&nbsp; "This her?"&nbsp; When he nodded, she smiled, and flipped the pad around, putting her fingers back to the pad and hacking through to put a red flag on her, for her to be grounded whenever she next landed or attempted to take off.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; As soon as she lands, I'll know, and she won't be...&nbsp; Oh ho!&nbsp; She's already landed.&nbsp; Zeltros.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; She must be looking for work or something.&nbsp; She's not going anywhere any time soon.&nbsp; This is going to look like high level, so she'll have to kill to get out."<br><br>She stopped for a minute, and then pressed the eject button at the top right.&nbsp; "Oh no, you aren't going to get a trace on me, you bastards," she hissed, and then smiled, flipping the link over to the Intergalactic Bank.&nbsp; "Now for the accounts...&nbsp; Give me three seconds...&nbsp; There you go!&nbsp; All those accounts are back in your name.&nbsp; And I've also made them hack proof.&nbsp; I'll expect payment as soon as you get your hands on the scummy bitch that gives alien women a bad name," she said, tilting her head.&nbsp; "Good day to you sir!"<br><br>She watched as the man wandered off, shaking her head as she thumbed a button on the pad.&nbsp; All traces of what she had just done were dumped into a secure location on the 'net, where only she could get to them.&nbsp; After all, if she ever had to get back in and undo what she had done, she needed some way to remember.<br><br>She sighed.&nbsp; Most of what she did when it came to her slicing was all on instinct.&nbsp; She'd never been taught or any such thing, but there was always that... small voice, that whispered to her off and on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyrkinas</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 19:27:49</strong>
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				The young smuggler captain simply nodded at Daron's 'request'. While he found the mercenary to be a bit unsavory at times even by his own criminal standards, Adrian knew having him around was worth any inconvenience. If any trouble presented itself, he had no doubts that Fel would have his back. <br><br>And the circumstances of this meeting had Adrian expecting such trouble. It wasn't that this particular contact had been problematic in the past. Indeed, things had always been quite friendly between the two. But a meeting with the Shadow Broker... His instincts compelled him to stay on his guard. Despite his unease, he effortlessly kept up a cheerful front. The captain knew that playing up his naturally optimistic demeanor was good for crew morale, while simultaneously leading potential threats to label him as a fool. Such underestimation had been a fatal mistake several times in the past. One didn't make it in this business without knowing the tricks of the trade.<br><br>And so Adrian Kavar waited, leaning against the bar, drink in hand. He pretended to watch the dancers with his usual jovial smile, when in reality he was making mental notes on the layout of the club, the individual patrons, everything he would need to know in case of a shootout. <br><br>And so he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 13:34:41</strong>
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				Enara was by the captain’s side. She was idly scanning the room herself, ready to react to any sign of danger. Her blaster and light-saber were concealed by her cloak. She was fairly relaxed even though there was a realistic chance they would get into some sort of confrontation before they left. A lot of things could go wrong. The meeting with the shadow broker – pretentious much – could be an elaborate trap.&nbsp; The shadow broker could be genuine but Adrian could say or do something that turned the meeting to a less pleasant place. Or one of the guards could panic and start a mess without his master ordering anything.<br><br><strong>“Relax Kavar… A youngling could feel your nerves from across the room. You’re not going to impress the shadow broker by trembling at the mere thought of a meeting.”</strong> Enara had little patience for shady characters, and they didn’t get any shadier than their host. She also kept an eye on Daron. Not that she was jealous of the girl he was giving his attention to at that moment, she had no notions of the sentiment in its entirety. But for all his skill, their ruffian was sometimes victim to bouts of anger and if someone provoked him, he could unwillingly turn an already tense situation into an open battle. <br><br>She was beginning to doubt if their shady contractor showed at all. Perhaps he just wanted to see which band of misfits would heed his call?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Funguy81</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 01:55:56</strong>
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				With everyone in participation it would only be a matter of time that the shadow broker would make contact with the captain. Its rest assured he has eyes everywhere in this place at this moment in time, watching everyone's moves. The music, strobing lights, and endless movements of patrons though would conceal all this from even the most attentive eyes, though not everyone is such. <br><br>Daron's attention is focused on the wet, skillful ministrations of the young brunette's mouth. The sight of her blocked off completely beneath the table from prying eyes. Though if his eyes were lazily gazing about, the sight of a sensual red-skinned twi'lek dancer would take his attention. She comes out of a door just 15 meters away from the booth he is occupying, making her way to the bar with seductive grace. <br><br>Once Irene's customer departs the booth and she finished the last of her work, an inkling in her mind would draw her eyes attention to the beautiful zeltron standing against the bar next to a young spacer. The both of them seem to be whispering to one another, and waiting on something as they entertained themselves to the sight of the girl's dancing on stage. <br><br>People crossing across both Enara's and Adrian's sight makes it harder to get a layout of the club, but it can be seen enough that one security camera on the far edge of the club is zeroed in on the two of them. Walking alongside the bar passing several patrons, an exotically red skinned twi'lek dancer comes up to zeltron and her captain. The movements of her darker red bikini clad body is meant to be both alluring and sensual in nature as she touches Enara's face. Her eyes though are focused on the Freedom's captain. "If you both please shadow me to my personal booth, I will insure that your treated very well." She gives a seductive smile to the captain as she then slips away from Enara's form. Hips swaying with each step she makes as she looks over her shoulder to the two to insure they are following her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 19:17:11</strong>
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				Daron Fel didn't particularly care for the woman's dull administration of a blowie.&nbsp; No teeth.&nbsp; Little spit.&nbsp; He had to fix that.&nbsp; He threaded his large, powerful fingers through her soft, long hair and pulled her head down on his erection, forcing her to take him all in.&nbsp; With a jaw nearly dislocating on the thickness of his manhood, and her nostrils flaring with a bit of panic, the woman was seized with convulsions as she attempted to unleash herself from his grasp.&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; She could not unseat him.&nbsp; He would not let her.&nbsp; Her arms flailed.&nbsp; She tried to get up.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe.&nbsp; She was gagging.&nbsp; She wanted to throw up.&nbsp; But Daron Fel wasn't letting go.&nbsp; He even began to thrust his hips so that she could feel his large cock thumping against the back of her throat.&nbsp; She could see spots now.<br><br>At the sight of a twi'lek drawing the Zeltron and the Captain, however, Daron let go, shoved her off and left the woman in a pool of vomit.&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"I'll be back," he muttered as he put his dick back in his pants, smearing saliva on the woman's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You better not go anywhere."<br><br>He flanked the Captain and the Zeltron.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hope we don't have to go anywhere soon," he said to the Zeltron.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I've a lot of pent up aggressive energy.&nbsp; You should join me.&nbsp; Having fun with the natives takes a lot of stress off my shoulders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 19:31:53</strong>
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				Enara hadn’t missed what Daron had done to the poor native girl. <strong>“By the Force you’re one sick bastard Daron Fell.”</strong> Even though she had shared a bed with the bastard on several occasions, she still realized full well how crazily perverted he was. But he was a good shot and reliable under duress which made him an asset to their crew. <strong>“Just forget about the local wench and focus on the job at hand. We might have to shoot our way out of here soon.” </strong><br><br>As they followed the Twi’lek, she tried to use the Force to help her anticipate any danger, but she didn’t feel any disturbances. Either the shadow broker’s plan was too subtle for her to pick up on or he had no intention of attacking them at all. The Zeltron hoped the latter was true, but she wasn’t very convinced that would be the case.<br><br>There was an air of danger in the room, but then such places always did. With so much destructive energy in one place, it was only naturally that it would explode from time to time. Every shady night club owner in the Galaxy knew as much. Enara catches herself staring at the Twi’lek’s ass. Now was not the time… but she wouldn’t mind some alone time with the crimson beauty. Zeltrons and Twi’lek’s were made for each other and she made a mental note to try and convince the woman of that if their meeting went well.<br><br>The three of them followed her into her personal booth. If they had expected the shadow broker to be waiting there for them, they were disappointed. Enara raised an eyebrow and then checked with the captain. <strong>“What kind of game are they playing with us here?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 23:08:13</strong>
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				Irene noticed the Twi'lek moving over to the woman and her companion.&nbsp; She knew well enough, having been here for a few months trying to get more work -- the client that had just left being the first in that time -- that she knew something big was going down involving those tw... now three individuals being led back by the Twi'lek.&nbsp; Tucking the datapad back into her carry bag, she stood, slinging it over her shoulder and dropping a few creds on the table, watching as the collection droid came out and scooped them away.<br><br>Shaking her head, she threaded her way through the crowd, catching up rather quickly as she was slightly smaller and wasn't relying on a showboating whore to guide her to them, rather navigating by her normal senses.&nbsp; She got there just in time to hear Enara's comment, and smiled.&nbsp; 'They're here but they don't know what they're getting into?&nbsp; That's rather interesting.&nbsp; Maybe I should tag along,' she thought to herself, even as her eyes darted to one side.&nbsp; She glanced over the three of them for a moment, and then nodded.&nbsp; Stepping forward, she paced the spacer, who she assumed was the captain.<br><br>However, her motion was stopped as they moved into the Twi'lek's personal booth.&nbsp; Sighing, she shook her head.&nbsp; "Uhm... excuse me, but... I do hope I'm not mistaken, but you seem to be the captain of a ship with his crew looking for work.&nbsp; I was just wondering, could you perhaps use the skills of a... of someone gifted with computers and all things 'net related?" she asked, standing there outside the booth with her hands clasped in front of her.&nbsp; She certainly gave the appearance of someone who knew their way around a data terminal, thought the vibro-knife just barely visible in her belt made it clear that there were other talents she had as well.<br><br>Her senses twinged, and she took a closer look at the woman, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she felt the aura coming off of her.&nbsp; This one was special, and she could see it.<br><br>She shook her head, and turned back to the spacer.&nbsp; "If so, I'd be happy to offer my services, payment to be discussed at a later date, since you seem to be busy already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Funguy81</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 01:38:37</strong>
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				Fel's abused girl continues to cough, and retching from the rough handling she was forced by the ruthless hired gun. As he left her behind, a second human serving girl quickly rushes over to help the woman from beneath the table. Two nearby weequay bouncers stood by as they watched the incident without a care of what had just happened to her. They are not there to protect the workers, or people. They are simply there to enforce what ever rules the club owner wishes to have enforced. <br><br>The crimson twi'lek gives the captain and the rest of the crew a sensual smile as she opens the door to her private booth. "Please...step inside." Her voice soft with a lilting tone to it. Enora though would indeed see no one inside the dark booth. Just as she makes mention of it to her captain, a light flickers in the room. A shadowy hologram comes to life seated on a couch set just behind a dark wood table. The figure of the hologram looks humanoid, but any details&nbsp; of the man is blurred completely to prevent anyform of identification beyond the fact this man is humanoid. This leaves only an eerie glow of the hologram to light the small booth. <br><br>The hologram of the shadow broker finally spoke with synthesized voice to both hide his identity, and add a sinister edge to his words. "Greetings Captain Kavar. Please sit down, and we shall begin our business. My time is short." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyrkinas</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 06:47:42</strong>
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				Kavar followed along silently after the interruption to his conversation with Enara. That she noticed his trepidation hadn't surprised him in the least, well aware of the empathic ability of the zeltron people. Still, he made sure to take deep, calming breaths as he was lead on by the twi'lek. He took a quick glance around at his surroundings and reminded himself that worry wouldn't serve him, that he and his crew were prepared to deal with any unwelcome surprises. His smile now was genuine.<br><br>He had little time to properly regard the echani girl as he was hurriedly ushered into the booth. He bowed his head to her with a wink, taking his seat. "'Fraid you've caught me at a bad time, miss. Though I'm assured this won't take long, so if you'd kindly just wait, we can be with you shortly." He turned to the hologram and nodded deferentially. "Well then, by all means, continue."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Funguy81</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 00:15:26</strong>
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				The shadowy hologram gives a nod as it just remains seated on the couch that the device projecting the holographic image precisely in its place. "Good." the synthesized voice continued. "I see you understand. I have a small, but very important cargo to be transported to the planet Tatooine. It is to be delivered to Gorba the Hutt at his palace, and I firmly stress that this cargo is to make its delivery to the Hutt personally." The figure leans in over the table as if looking to each person within the dark room. "Should this fail to reach the intended destination...I promise you, everyone involved in this will not have long to live." he leans back as if relaxing his stance and the glow of the image dims a bit. "But should this come through, you will receive 400,000 credits to your account. How you split it is up to you...I do not care. If you agree with this deal captain, place your hand on the table. If you don't, please leave and I will find another more suitable for this job." 
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 03:22:36</strong>
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				Daron Fel wasn't going to rock the boat during a negotiation.&nbsp; But 400,000 credits was a lot of money.&nbsp; The Captain could purchase two new ships outfitted to the teeth with quad-lasers.&nbsp; He could purchase a small squadron of star fighters with decent jump drives.&nbsp; No, Daron Fel wasn't going to the rock the boat now, but damn it, he hoped the Captain wouldn't botch this one.<br><br>He then glanced at the tech woman.&nbsp; Not unattractive.&nbsp; Well spoken.&nbsp; She looked like CorSec.&nbsp; Daron Fel didn't like.
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				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 02:02:43</strong>
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				She nodded, taking a step back, far enough that she wouldn't be in the way, but close enough that she could still hear what was being said.&nbsp; When the number was spoken, she gasped silently, her eyes going wide.&nbsp; That kind of money would buy her access to so many networks that she couldn't otherwise get into, it was enough to make her head spin.&nbsp; She dearly hoped that these people -- particularly the captain, since only the captain could approve crew changes on most ships -- would let her join up.&nbsp; Money had been a little slim for her, and what little she had was always going into keeping her clothing looking somewhat respectable, so that she at least didn't get mistaken for one of the girls that worked in establishments like this.<br><br>Standing there, she waited patiently, her eyes casting all over the cantina.&nbsp; Something felt... off...&nbsp; And she could not put her finger on it.&nbsp; Her hand slid into the pouch on her belt, fingers curling around the grip of the small hold-out blaster she kept there, just in case, even though she wasn't much of a shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyrkinas</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:17:57</strong>
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				Adrian stared blankly for a moment, processing what he just heard. That was quite a price for a simple delivery job, which of course said to him that it was not. Such a thought might scare off most spacers, but this particular captain lived for the kind of excitement only an unpredictable adventure could incite. He studied the expressions of his companions, including that of the new potential recruit, and smirked. The decision seemed obvious to him. If there were any objections, they would discuss them in the ship. In his experience, opinions were easily swayed by the proper application of credits, and Adrian certainly wasn't in this for the money.<br><br>The captain folded his hands in front of him on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Funguy81</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 23:21:53</strong>
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				As Adrian's hand slips along the top of the wooden desk, a laser scan lights up to read the prints and DNA of the hand to confirm the man's identity. Once it is confirmed, the shadow broker's voice says. "It is good doing business...the Hutt will give you your payment upon delivery. Remember what I said...." He leaves the last few words to the imaginations of the present crew as the holographic light flickers and dies away. The booth's lights turn on to luminate the room slightly as the table's drawer opens up and a large data disk comes to view. The disk looks to be of ancient technology about the size of a large wookie's hand, but enclosed in a clear casing to keep it preserved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pretty in Pink</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 00:00:43</strong>
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				Irene stared in shock as the disk revealed itself, her eyes wide in a look of pure joy.&nbsp; "That's... that's Old Republic technology," she said in a hushed voice as she leaned down, examining it from a slightly closer angle, folding her hands behind her back so that she didn't touch it.&nbsp; "About a thousand years old, I'd say.&nbsp; Haven't seen the likes of this except in museums," she said softly, straightening back up.&nbsp; She shook her head, and glanced around at the people sitting in the booth.&nbsp; "Something seems a little... off to me about this," she said with a firm shake of her head.&nbsp; "I've made my living knowing when tech could be worked with, and knowing when certain things shouldn't be touched.&nbsp; Not sure how I always seem to know right, but I do.&nbsp; And something about this just sets off alarm bells for me," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Legacy Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altair1983</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 01:09:04</strong>
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				Quietly waiting in front of the ship that is supposed to be owned&nbsp; by Kavar and sitting on&nbsp; &nbsp;one of the two cargo lockers wating for someone to show up to follow up on the rumors she heard that this crew was looking for some more hands and while she sits there the lep droid has set to work on massaging her legs and looks boredly admiring the ship. Drumming her finger tips on the lockers while she waits for anyone to show up the blx droid standing&nbsp; by just waiting to be told to move her belongings and yawns a bit and strteches her arms.
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