[Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion
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				Title: <strong>[Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 22:58:34</strong>
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				Each of you have your own reasons for joining the Rebel Alliance, and taking a stand against the might of the Empire. After the initial testing, and small missions to establish whether or not you might have been an Imperial plant, you find yourselves moving from world to world, as the Empire launches yet another crack down on Rebel forces, or those who might be sympathetic to their cause.<br><br>For the last month your home has been the planet of Volik, somewhere in the Outer Rim. A haven for smugglers, pirates and other scoundrels, one more small group fits in nicely. Each of you has received a com message, requesting your presence in briefing room 3 at 1530 hours, a few minutes from now. Inside, a conference table and a number of cheap, mismatched chairs await.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:03:11</strong>
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				"Well, so much for being fashionably late." <br><br>Leon cracks his thumb. He knows that it's a bad habit, but that's never stopped him before. Better than biting his nails or any of the million other nervous tics that he could have. Another crack... Was he really that early?<br><br>The young man takes a deep breath and takes a seat at one side of the conference table. It feels like he's been waiting forever... not for the meeting, but for the chance that he's hoping the meeting will bring. A chance to deploy, to get out and actually do something. As an added bonus, he'd gotten that scope repaired last night too, and it worked like a dream.<br><br>He cracks his thumb a third time and leans back. Another deep breath... no sense in getting so worked up before the briefing even begins...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 22:04:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/b/b2/SetHarthDarkJedi.JPG/243px-SetHarthDarkJedi.JPG)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Avenger</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Mick 'jackal' Vhaldros</span></span><br><em>Smuggler, scoundrel and daredevil skilled pilot with mysterious past and heritage</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=294356); ?? HP (Current ??)<br><br>Effects:&nbsp; None<br><hr><br>Mick Vhaldros, as known locally as 'jackal' for his peculiar sense to search profit where it lays in and way how he had successfully done so. Basically he is extreme skilled smuggler pilot who uses small or medium transport ships go past blockades and avoid Imperial law and also he had scavenged unashamed both Republic and Imperial fleets for intact parts. highly risky work but pays off when he can sell parts to republic back for risking his neck to scavenge them during middle of space battles in space suit. Only what has prevented him become any big name is because he has no own ship at all, all his customers give whatever junk they have for ship and he had always spend week or two repairing and modifying it for his own adjustments before heading into missions and then come back, get credits and his ship confiscated.....that pisses him off but he hopes make big someday to get his own darn ship. But any ship and junk in markets will not be up to his high standards, so he saves for basic hull of a ship, then to parts and then hiring skilled engineers do the jobs what he cannot do himself.<br><br>Mick gets comlink call while he is sipping juices in <em>Marley's Den</em>. Hearing the coded binary message, which he understands and click comlink closed and he then starts to move to the meeting place. Carrying openly in his waist a DL-44 modelled heavy blaster. A highly popular choice among rebels and outlaws alike just because it was strong enough kick through even stormtrooper armor. Not to mention countless modifications, hand vibration warning and accuracy with said power. He carries his personal belonging in simple shoulder strap handbag. Where he holds his security kit, datapad and carries in his boot a vibrodagger which is both a tool and as weapon. He walks on streets of Volik, place which is familiar not because he's been here before but it shares numerous same traits as other such places in the galaxy, and already young Mick Vhaldros has been in many of them. He heads to the building which serves as rebels base of operations in here, after walking in, saying passwords and yada he heads to briefing room 3. The door slides aside.<br><br>Mick notices he is not first to arrive, eye appraises the man before him while he walks in and he calmly and silently takes seat opposite him. Silently wait the meeting start.<br><br><em>Rebels have paid me good credits so far and jobs had always brought nice business opportunities.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 19:36:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWH-9nLgrTs/Scg0d6tiVOI/AAAAAAAAETg/hrEKvFFQ5x0/s400/MaximoMorone_13.jpg)</div>Izar, or as he friends called him Zap, smiled broadly as he closed the com. Broad enough to add dimples at the his chartreuse skin along the edges of his slim slotted mouth. "Time to go Delta. Bosses just called looks like they got a assignment for us." he said rising from the plas-steel chair he'd been lounging in. The Clawdite shook himself and stretched like a Wookie coming out of the rain or a like a drunk man trying to suddenly sober himself to fight off an attacker. This action, in the case of the alien however served a different purpose, for as the motion moved through the creatures body his skin grew tan and fleshy, hair sprouted from a bald plate, and muscles formed and tightened into places were they had not been visible before. A small sigh escaped Zap as the transformation form Clawdite to Human completed itself. Gone now was the bright skin and strange fire ringed yellow eyes. In their place cool browns looked out of a slightly scruffy and roguish face. The face of a Smuggler or Space Pirate perhaps but defiantly <em>not</em> the face of the naive and mischievous boy turned Rebel Scout, and that was just how the shifter liked it. Giving himself a once over in the mirror, Zap adjusted the holster on his hip, so he could be certain it was ready at a moments notice; Straighted his collar, picked up his bag and step up to the rooms blast door. " You coming buddy?!" he asked his usually raspy voice now filled with the slightest of fringe world accents and a deep broad rumble.<br><br>The walk from the dive Hotel they'd taken rooms in for the duration of there stay on Volik was a short but muggy one, with the high humidity in the wild planets air. Zap Loved planets like this they made shifting so much easier on him. As they walked side by side Zap clicked and whistled away. To the casual observer he might be making nervous noise or trying to carry a tune he only half remembered but to the droid it was a simple message spoken in his native tongue of Binary. <em><strong>*Let me do most the talking D, I'd rather these guys think your a simple attack droid with a nice paint job and not a major infantry vet, if we can help it. No reason to put all our cards on the table on our first real assignment, right?"</strong></em> Zap smirked lopsidedly as he said, or rather hummed, the last bit. The duo watched the appointed building from the shade of an alley, as two other men arrived. One with long white hair and the other shaved so close to his scalp, as to make them barely distinguishable as to where hair began and skin ended. Might as well go join the party Zap said after it became apparent that no one else was showing up. They two partners entered one after the other, Zap striding in with the swagger of youth and cocky confidence that always marks the last man into a room and took a seat in the far back corner. The perfect place to watch both the door and his new "companions." " So...When do the Strippers show up?" He asked the long haired human in front of him, catching the mans eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 19:59:50</strong>
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				Mick looks on the cocky new arrival and hearing his comment he smiles and says; "I think they should arrive shortly. Altough I heard they are doing group performance tonight so more could show up before they come." Mick relaxes in his chair but only in a way what experienced scoundrels do; create illussion of relaxed stage when in truth they rested in pose where they can quickly flip off from present pose and hands can easily reach weapons quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 14:37:02</strong>
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				As you are all getting settled in, the door opens again to admit a Zabrak in a slightly worn flight suit, carrying a small terminal with him. "At ease." he says, he before any of you can do much more than glance at who has come in. He settles into one of the other chairs with a sigh, setting the terminal on the table in front of him.<br><br>"Thank you for being here so promptly." he says, with a tired looking smile. "We've had a situation come up, naturally at the worst possible time, with our resources stretched thinner than I'm comfortable with. I realise that you're all still relatively new to us, and normally we would place you with a seasoned team for your first few missions. Unfortunately that doesn't look like it's going to be possible."<br><br>He leans forward, tapping a few keys on the terminal, and a small holoprojector kicks into life, displaying the slowly rotating image of a planet about a foot above the table. "Nar Shaddaa." he says. "I presume you're all familiar with it, by reputation at least?"<br><br>&lt;&lt;Anyone who isn't can give me a Knowledge - Galatic Lore, and I'll give you a quick run down on it.&gt;&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 16:25:43</strong>
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				OOC: I assume I know the place as I got K:Streetwise (basically galactic urban street lore).<br><br>When zabrak walked in, his hand had already slipped to handle of his blaster but he nods and moves hand back crossed on his chest. When Nar Shaddaa showed up and zabrak made his question he replied; "Yeah, familiar with that place. It hovers the planet were hutts live. Altough I can't say the miniature moon planet is less smelly, when it comes to deals down there."
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 13:59:57</strong>
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				Leon nods at his companion's summary of the place. <br><br>"It's one big city, right? Or at least it's supposed to be, from what I remember..." The young man starts to clench at his knuckle again, but stops himself. "My question is, what could be happening there now that's worse than what's always there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 00:01:55</strong>
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				"Essentially, yes." replies the briefing officer, whose name tag reads Kolorr. "Though calling it a planetary wide slum or cess pit wouldn't be that far off the truth either. If it's illegal or immoral, it's available on Nar Shaddaa. For our purposes, it makes it a good places to route people through. No one pays that much attention to who is doing what, unless it infringes on their own business."<br><br>He tapped a control, and the holo shifted, displaying the image of a female Twi'lek. "Duranya." Another tap, and a wookie appeared. "Utharrr." A third tap, and a Togruta. "Dellen." He looked around at you all before continuing. "We know they arrived on Nar Shaddaa, as they checked in with us. After that, they missed the next three scheduled check ins. We need you to head to Nar Shaddaa, and find them. If they're still alive, get them out. If not, get whatever information you can. You'll be provided with codes to get into their ship, if it hasn't already been stolen."<br><br>"Questions?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 21:31:48</strong>
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				Mick nods and listens and then asks; "Yeah, I have question. What they were assigned for in Nar Shaddaa in first place? Also anything what need know about their backgrounds, if their hunted it would like know more of them so I can guess where they would seek to hide. Also what's rebel local contact what they used for check ins?"
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 16:20:14</strong>
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				"It was a transfer point." Kolorr replies. "They were to land there, slice their transponder and leave after a few days as an entirely different ship. None had been on Nar Shaddaa for any length of time, a few days here and there, so they're unlikely to have much established in way of a network there. Their contact is a Bothan named Yorrz, works as a bartender in the Correllian sector, a dive called The Outer Reach."<br><br>"All three have been Alliance operatives for about a year, year and a half now. Dellen and Utharrr have been a team for about 6 months, Duranya just joined them for this mission. They were doing a courier run, picking up information from dead drops in a few systems, and bringing it back. It would all be encrypted, so they wouldn't know what was in there."
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 20:36:19</strong>
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				Mick nods and replies; "How confidental is the information? What sort of information they were waiting for? That also is important detail, as in Nar Shaddaa there are people who would attack them if they learn they may have some profitable information....for Empire or to rebels that is."
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 15:01:23</strong>
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				"Are we expecting to meet up with their contact? Or are we keeping to ourselves?"<br><br>The prospect of going to one of the "worst" places in the galaxy is simultaneously nerve-wracking and exciting for Leon. On the one hand, if the mission went bad for seasoned vets, there's a pretty good chance that it'll be rough on a team of newbies. But on the other hand, he'd finally be doing something aside from training, and that's pretty appealing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 16:31:16</strong>
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				"Their contact or their ship are the two logical places to start looking." replied Kolorr. "I can't tell you what the information they may have gathered is, since I don't know myself." He gave a small shrug. "A lot of it may turn out to be worthless, but that's how intel operations work. Sort through enough data, and you find a few nuggets of genuine use."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 20:17:41</strong>
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				"Look boss I think I speak for us all when I say I've got no problem putting my neck on the line if it means helping out the cause, We wouldn't be here if we did. Problem I have is doing it blind. We got a dossier on this team of yours? Freinds, family, connections, et cetera. Also how sure are you that their contact man didn't pull a turncoat maneuver?" Zap said his eyes hard with mistrust. The shapeshifter knew a thing or two about duplicity and this situation stunk of it. "Guess if we're puttin this to a vote I say we find the ship first and see who else comes a calling then maybe track down this handler of theirs and tail him. Might lead us back to your....I mean our, missing freinds." 
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 12:51:29</strong>
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				Mick nods and replies; "I agree with the fellow, get on their ship first, check out for clues and we just wait their contact move while we tail him to check for sure he is not involved with disappearance."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 15:43:27</strong>
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				"We don't know if their contact has been turned." replied Kolorr with a shrug. "However, he contacted us to say that they hadn't made contact with him. It's possible he's lying, but til we get some eyes on the ground we can't know one way or the other. He's supposed to be already looking into their disappearance."<br><br>He tapped a command into his terminal, studying the results before speaking again. "I'll see what I can do about getting dossiers for you, but remember, much is on a need to know basis, and it may be decided that you don't need to know. Now, we have a small freighter that we've just gotten done refitting. It looks like it's holding together on hope and wire, but it'll fly, and it can get you to Nar Shaddaa in one piece. The transponder is clean. If you want it, we can provide a low value cargo, something that would justify you being there. Hunting around for a new contract afterwards will give you a reason to go poking your noses into places."
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 14:04:10</strong>
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				"That makes sense." Leon looks around the room at the individuals who will be his teammates on this assignment. "So we land and check out the ship, then start looking around for the missing squad. That seems pretty doable... How soon do we start?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 14:54:05</strong>
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				"How soon can you get your personal belongings together and get down to the hanger?" Kolorr replied. "Our techs are doing a few last minute bits and pieces on the ship, but they should be finished within the hour."<br><br>He paused and looked around the group. "If you have a list of items you want to requisition, get it together and send it to me. I'll let you know what is and isn't doable, and you can pick them up from the quartermaster."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 08:33:28</strong>
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				Mick nods and replies; "I got all my belongings on me already so I prefer go the hangar and see the junk you have build for me to drive. I can make many trash cans fly faster than most thicker and big shiny cans in space if I get good look and feel of her."
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				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:56:06</strong>
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				"Give me ten minutes." Leon says, standing. "I'll meet you down in the hangar, once I get my pack together." <br><br>He excuses himself and heads back to his quarters so that he can throw together a small bundle of necessities for the trip. And fit the new scope onto his rifle. As he latches the attachment in place, he can feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins.... finally, a chance to get out and do something of value, rather than patrolling and drilling here away from the fight. <br><br>Once everything is together, it's off to the hangar to regroup with the rest of the crew. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 16:53:02</strong>
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				The hanger chief directs you to bay 4, in which is nestled a rather worn looking ship, an old Dynamic class freighter.<br><br>"May not look like much, but that's kinda the idea." he says, as he directs a handful of droids to load crates of cargo aboard. "It's pretty much stock, except a few additions. We installed a jammer on there. It won't keep a star destroyer off your back for long, but against anything less professional, it should give you an edge. It draws power though, so don't use it less you need it."<br><br>He gestures towards a blister on the underside of the hull. "Concealed turret. Quad cannon, controlled from the copilots seat. It'll give you another slight edge. Lastly, you have that." He points to a small pod hanging just below the bridged, about the size of a person. "One shot missile, with an interesting little package. This baby goes screaming off, pretending to be you. Fire this off, go silent or evasive, and combined with good timing on the jammer, anyone chasing you should chase it. Hopefully." he added, with a small smile.<br><br>"Inside, smugglers compartments. They'd be surprised if you didn't have them, though there's nothing in them at present. We're loading you a mixed cargo, mostly tabac and base alcohol. Should be easy enough to sell when you land, and you can do your own thing from there. Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 17:03:59</strong>
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				Mick follows the hangar chief and listening in detail the ships capability and abilities. He nods and with smile says; "Well, that's quite junk can with lots of tricks in it's sleeve, love it. Just need know what operation system it has for hyperdrive so I know how fast I can warm her up for jump if I need hasty departure. Also any shield systems in it or is this beauty walking naked?" Mick could fly the ship but how well it will be seen. He knows how use ship's weapons also.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 18:08:19</strong>
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				"Shields and hyperdrive are just stock." he replies. "They'll get you there, as long as you don't tangle with anything too nasty. No astromech, but we can preload a few jump routes for you, or you can calculate them yourselves."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 18:44:12</strong>
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				"Just my luck I jump on the only ship in the damn galaxy where we'll be navigating using a plastsheet and a marker. Hope your long division is better than mine. Forget to carry&nbsp; one and we'll end up inside a sun when we come out of hyperdrive." Zap said from the bay door, a heavy pack on his back. "we're not going to have to push start her too are we?" He asked as he looked over the ship, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " Truth be old Me and my dad, flew rougher crates then this one. As long as she doesn't shake apart when we fire up her engines, we should be fine. Just make sure you've got some duct tape handy for when we put her in hyperdrive. What's our cargo? Please tell me it's nonliving. I might be a bit scruffy but, I swear to you I'll turn around and go home now, if you make me a Nerfherder too." he called from the ramp as he put in his pack and made way to leave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 00:44:11</strong>
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				Mick turns and replies to Zap; "Just booze and tobacco. Also she looks ugly because no one wants steal her from us as noboddy would even buy her for spare parts. But I would not count of extreme desperate invinduals. Anyways I make the counts myself, I may make nice route which saves time and trouble in hyperspace. So long the hyperengine is functional and not acting up by own coordinates."
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 03:59:06</strong>
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				"She's solid, don't you worry about that." he replies. "Now, is there anything you need from me before you're ready to lift?" He looked about the bay at the techs working on other ships. "We're busy enough, but you have priority, if it can be done quickly."
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 13:40:59</strong>
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				Mick shrugs and replies; "I myself ready to go now if others do not mind. I can go ship already and count the jump coordinates."<br><br>OOC: What is base DC to count jump coordinates? I assume it is either pilot or use computer skill.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 14:52:54</strong>
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				"Ok, if you change your minds, give me a shout. I'll be around here somewhere." he replies and wanders off in the direction of a Verpine half buried in the guts of another ship.<br><br>{Use Computer (has to be Trained), DC 10. Piloting is the actual vehicle control. }
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 20:41:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick moves inside their ship, moving to the pilot seat and he starts warm up the engines while he starts rapidly move his fingers over the holoscreen to start rapidly count for coordinates. He goes also through system check on the ship to see everything is in order. Also overall he tries get feel of the ship while starting her up.<br><br>Use Computer check to count coordinates (faster/better routes if possible or make process faster):<br>At 2011-06-20 13:39:21, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28032)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 14:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Micks skill with astrogation shows through, allowing you to shave perhaps a third off the transit time. The ship itself, though shabby and a little worn looking in places (compared to a lot worn looking in others) is perfectly flightworthy, with all the essential systems in good condition.<br><br>The ship is ready to lift as soon as you all are.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 14:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seems that the others had come straight here, since Mick and Zap are already on site when he arrives with his pack. <br><br>"Oi. Sorry it took so long..." He sighs and looks up at their ship, straightening his kit over his shoulder. "Anything I can do to help us get up and running?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 22:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick replies from the cockpit; "Nah, I already calculated the route for us through the jump and if I am correct we cut one third of the slack time to get there. I have just heating the engines until you arrived. I need help only if we face some annoying space pirates or some imperial pain-in-ass trouble." Once all were onboard Mick then tests how the new ship feels. Once sealing the hatch doors and locking down airlocks and activating artificial gravity inside the ship he starts the engines and launches the ship forward. Attempting a wild speedy acrobatic spin with the ship before channeling power to the engines to speed off into skies.<br><br>OOC: Any penalties to pilot check in using the ship or is it perfectly responding to Mick's skills? Or does it even add bonus to it from advanced driving engine response? Anyways rolled pilot check for aerial acrobatics to test ship maneuverbillity out.<br><br>At 2011-06-23 15:33:11, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+13 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28147)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 23:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking it easy to start with, and gradually working up to fancier maneuvers as he gets the feel for it, Mick soon has a fair understanding of the ship. Freighters are not known for their maneuverability, and this one is regretably no exception ((Piloting checks are at a -5)). Still, for all that, it handles about as well as he could expect it to.<br><br>((Does anyone want to do anything in particular before you arrive at Nar Shaddaa?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 01:02:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((I shall take that as a no then))<br><br>The trip through hyperspace is uneventful, and the blur of starlines resolves itself into unfamiliar constellations as Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa appear on your sensors ahead of you. As you approach the smugglers moon, your com crackles into life, the voice on the other end speaking the inevitable Huttese.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">&lt;Huttese&gt; "Starship Mylara's Promise, approach vector 32-148, state cargo and destination subsector. Docking fees will be determined by number of sentients aboard, destination location and cargo value. Transmit details, and be aware that false declarations will be dealt with harshly by Nar Shaddaa customs."</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 22:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick hears the huttese and sighs and he starts type up on the ship's computer while driving intended vector to stand by. He sends correct information about the number of sentients on board and also the humble nature of their cargo; booze and cigarettes. After typing it all up he sends the information in and waits, hoping they have not attracted a space shark which would ask lots from docking fees or over suspicious inspector.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 21:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments delay the com system crackles out another batch of Huttese.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Follow landing beacon gamma 33, dock on platform bay 251. Do not unseal the ship until official customs inpection is made to confirm your details."</div></div><br>The ships systems display the beacon path in question, leading down into the heart of the moon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 15:20:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick sighs in relief upon hearing the com message and he guides the ship along the beacons to the indicated platform in bay 251. Hoping the inspection goes without trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 15:31:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does it strike anyone else as strange that a place known as a Smuggler's Moon would have a customs officer?"<br><br>Leon can't help but shiver a little bit as a wave of adrenaline pumps through his system, excitement and fear causing his voice to shake a little with his quip. The trip from the base had been uneventful, and the young man's mind had spent the most of it building up a series of what-ifs, worries, and general anticipation. <br><br>"You think they turn away anything that was purchased legally?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 15:40:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick replies to Leon's worry; "Credits are credits in smuggler's moon. It is no matter did you purchase stuff legally or illegal. Also I find it bit strange but it may be that they now track specific goods and check we do not bring more stuff than we say we do bring. The docks give payment amount based on what and how much you bring. The illegal goods ask more than legal ones so far as I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 19:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ship settles smoothly into the docking bay without a hitch. The bay itself looks a little shabby, but the maintenance droids wandering out seem to be in good condition. A few minutes pass before a pale skinned Twi'lek appears. He raises a comlink as he looks up at the ship, and another burst of Huttese crackles over the com.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"I am Customers Officer Suhr'ool, acting on behalf of his magnificence Orgah the Hutt. Please lower your boarding ramp, and submit to the attention of the almighty Orgah's designated proxy."</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 00:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick replies to twi'lek's comlink through ship own communication device; "Sure, just wait a sec." Mick orders his ship to drop the boarding ramp and open the doors, he himself comes to the entrance meet the twi'lek and once upon normal talk range he says; "Has been there problems with trade goods recently in smuggler moon to explain this curiosity towards even mundane cargo like tobacco and alcohol? I ask if I should beware some trouble while I conduct business in here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 16:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon follows close behind the pilot, but hangs back to one side as the&nbsp; man stops to speak to the twi'lek. He honestly has no idea what they're saying, and it makes little sense for him to get in the way by looking over Mick's shoulder. <br><br>It's curious, though... why would a place known as the "smuggler's moon" care so much about what was on their ship? The young man's eyes dart to one side, to the crawlspace where his rifle is stowed... Not likely he'll need it, but it doesn't hurt to keep his guard up in the face of the unknown...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 17:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Twi'lek shook his head as he climbed up the ramp. "You are new here, yes?" Suhr'ool asked, switching to Basic as he reached the top and entered the ship proper. "I am sure I can provide you with suitable information, for a small fee, naturally. What is it you wish to know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 04:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick smirks and while twi'lek proceed to inspection he slips him credit chip with twenty credits (-20 credits 30 left) to him and say; "Well, what you would tell to newly arrivals to watch out or know about present situation in smuggler's moon? Of course curious know why cargo's are inspected consider our local and nature of it's business in general.....or has been there change of business policies?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 01:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Twi'lek waved his hand dismissively as he started to examine the labels on the shipment. "Orgah is in competition with another Hutt, Trask. The two of them have been rivals for years, but now they're starting to actually shape up towards a conflict. Both are trying to squeeze whatever moneys that they can out of their empires, probably to hire mercenaries and start chipping away at the other. They'll butt heads long enough that someone else will come in and wipe them both out. I've seen it before, and I'll see it again." he replies. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 17:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick nods and lets twi'lek inspect the goods and say; "Should had guessed the huts are now war, what you can tell what is different between these two huts besides being fat, ugly and smell egually bad?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blue Leah</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 18:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leon also produces a few (-20) credits and approaches the Twi'Lek with his own questions.<br><br>"Hutt-drama aside, have there been any ships impounded or demolished lately? And are there any lots or scrap-yards we might be able to search for parts to... um... augment our stores?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 17:39:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The twi'lek happily pockets the credits before replying. "No real difference either." he said, shrugging. "Orgah deals mostly in narcotics and weapons, some technology, harder to obtain items. Trask likes slaving .. you want to be careful .. his soldiers don't mind finding extra merchandise out on the streets. Look like you can't take care of yourself, and they may take care of you for you."<br><br>He turned towards Leon. "No impoundings, no. Had a crash a few days ago. Some freighter, damaged in pirate attack I heard, drive failed coming in, and it went down out in the wastelands." He gestured somewhere off to the left. "Probably all scavanged by now, but you never know. Lots of local scavies sell to Boosk. Trandoshan, he runs a used ship and servicing centre, about 3 klom from here. He won't gouge you too much, unless you look like you desperately need something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 20:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick nods and lets twi'lek continue inspection without further harassed by questions from his part. Once inspection is done they can be on their way to do some leg work around in the moon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 15:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe everything is in order." the Twi'lek says after a few more minutes of poking around the holds. "If there is anything else you have need of, my details are here." He hands over a small data crystal. "I know many people, can help find many things .. for a suitable fee of course." he adds with a toothy grin. With a final nod he turns and walks towards the ships lamping ramp.<br><br>((And off it, if no one wants anything further))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 15:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick nods and pockets the data crystal and replies; "Keep your offer in mind, folks, let's prepare seal things up and go find us someone who wants buy our stuff shall we?" Mick waits everyone is ready to enter Nar Shaddaa.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 22:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A little time at a public holonet terminal provides you with a few options. There are a handfull of import/export brokers, who can set up deals (for a cut, naturally). If you want to try making your own deal, there are at least a half dozen nearby establishments who might be interested. Local graffiti also marks this as the territory of the Rancors swoop gang, who might also take it off your hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 14:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick studies the holonet terminal and turns to his cooperators and say; "So, hire a broker to get things done smoothly but get robbed in process for little credit gain. Or go ask around and gamble with risk for us get attacked by a gang who tries loot our goods? So choice between high and low risk, but profits egual to risks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:12:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zap finally look up from where he's been sitting pretending to sleep while the Twi'lek searched the ship. The young shifter had no use for poloticians, brokers, or officials, and dealt with them himself as little as possible. <br><br>"I say we go high risk, myself. Not only could it possibly pay better but chances are much better that the gang that runs this part of town will know more about our missing freinds than some low life broker. Also I won't feel bad about breaking the Swoopers legs for info if I need to." He said with a sadistic grin. <br><br>" Course you're squad leader for this particual mission Mick, so ultimatly it's your choice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 18:31:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick not hearing no comments from others assumed they agreed with first speaker. He gives rakish grin and says; "So high risk and stakes approach then, indeed local hostile street thugs would know more likely more about our missing friends. If not outright had been involved with their disappearance." Mick then leads crew towards local establishments and ask around who would buy cigarettes and booze. Also ask about one of the missing people each place, not as whole group but more ask about one of them with lied excuse saying that the person owes him money or has been late from bazzak game and so forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 23:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You move from place to place, spending a few credits on drinks, and asking about different things.<br><br>((This is a Gather Information Check.<br>DC10 to find out who would be a good contact for buying the cargo<br>DC15 to find out where the Gang hang out<br>DC20 for info on the group you're looking for<br>One person can make the roll. I'll give a +2 bonus for working as a group, and a further +2 for every 100 creds you want to spend on 'research' ;) .<br>Decide how much you want to spend, if you're going to use a Force Point, then make the roll.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Star Wars] Stories of the Rebellion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 11:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mick is not that good social person to ask questions so he asks someone else to do it for him really. But he provides support and tibits of info when needed.<br><br>OOC: +1 mod here for gather info so I feel not comfortable to make the roll myself.
			</dd>
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