Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes
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				Title: <strong>Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 22:14:41</strong>
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				This is where GM Scenes happen, make sure to use the header so if multiple scenes are going on people know what you are responding to.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(https://consequenceofsound.files.wordpress.com/2015/12/star-wars-gif.gif?w=600&amp;h=247)</div><br>Header to reply in all IC threads is as follows:<br><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]GOES HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=sheet url]Name goes here[/url]<br><br>[b]Species:[/b] -Insert Species Here-<br><br>[b]Profession:[/b] -Insert Profession Here-<br><br>[b]Location|Date:[/b]&nbsp; -Include Date, and Location- <br><br>[b]Tagging:[/b] -Who you are interacting with.</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 22:15:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span></span><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Prologue</strong></span></strong></div><br>The Incom transport made hisses as it settled in the dock on Starport 1, in the lower level away from the prying eyes of spacers just walking through.&nbsp; A gloved hand would touch the panel on the holo terminal as the screen would glow to life.&nbsp; The man's face was illuminated by the display as fingers tapped the panel to put in the numbers and elements to call his contact.&nbsp; Encryption would take a few moments before the call would go through, the ship had been modified to have this kind of long range communication as it did not come standard on such a craft.&nbsp; <br><br>After a minute had passed the screen would flicker and the connection was made as a female's face appeared on the display over the terminal.&nbsp; "Moff Yarfil's office."&nbsp; The lips on the man who sat there would sneer as he looked to her.&nbsp; "Put me through."&nbsp; She would have a mild annoyance cross her features at the disregard for formality but there was no protest verbally before looked down.&nbsp; There were no more words said before the screen would go a dull blue and then reconnect to the sight of a man with a thin mustache would appear.&nbsp; The crow's feet that spread from his eyes and the wrinkles around his mouth would show his age as he would speak.&nbsp; "Your report Operative."&nbsp; His left hand sat on the console still as he looked towards the glowing image of the Moff in front of him and pondered how to phrase it all.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/ed-skrein-slice-600x200.jpg)</div><br>The silence hung for another moment before he would continue.&nbsp; "This operation has been of a trying nature Moff Yarfil, I admit that our confidence was high that this mission would only take a few days to be completed.&nbsp; It has now been over forty days in this den of thieves and pirates and we have finally found the headway we are looking for."&nbsp; His temper bristled as the Moff would look down the best he could to impose his will, it was an old trick he had learned long ago.&nbsp; "Operative I don't care to hear of your hardship, I only demand to hear the current status, do not waste my time.&nbsp; I warn you I do not have another forty days to wait for results or I will be forced to pursue other personnel who can get the mission done."&nbsp; It was a threat as plain as the stars themselves but the man did not shrink back in his chair.&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; There has been much headway.&nbsp; I have connected with a group of pirates that operate on Skip 13, The Red Rancors, and through them have positioned to obtain most of the intelligence that we need to proceed with project Blackwing."&nbsp; <br><br>"And when will you have this information?"&nbsp; The Moff asked as he still peered down at the operative.&nbsp; "I will be making contact in the next day at a neutral site.&nbsp; I have hired security but the price to secure it all is more than the funds I was dispatched with."&nbsp; The mustache on the officer would twitch as he shook his head.&nbsp; "You could have been more direct that you required resource assistance than wasting my time as if you had nothing to offer.&nbsp; How much do you need for the trade?"&nbsp; "one hundred thousand credits more."&nbsp; "Very well, show me the results operative."&nbsp; The screen would go to the dull blue that told him that he had terminated the feed.&nbsp; A slight scoff escaped his lips as he knew that the Moff wouldn't last on this Skip longer than a few hours if he was without his men and his resources.&nbsp; He would wait on the funds and then set the meeting, then it was the sooner he could get back on the comfortable confines of a star destroyer or Imperial base and out of this concentrated nest of the corrupt and criminal.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The Dregs Cantina was not overly busy this late at night but it still held a few dozen people.&nbsp; There were still two bartenders behind the bar as one seemed to barely be keeping his eyes open as the Twi'lek seemed much more alert than the dozing human.&nbsp; A game of sabacc was played by three gamblers at a corner table as the display only fluttered a bit every now and again.&nbsp; As far as anyone could tell the night was winding down as there would be quiet as the lights would dim down more soon to save energy and simulate the night on Corruscant.&nbsp; The sound of a large group was there as the pirates known as the Red Rancors approached with the patches that denoted their gang worn proudly on flightsuits and armor alike.&nbsp; A dozen of their members moved to the bar and rather badly hid the fact they were waiting on something as they all seemed to be looking around and towards the door far too much.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Information for Shaa Raa, Chia Luaneth, and Kea Elysar</div><div class="spoiler_body"> There have been many rumors going on about an individual going around looking for information on Smuggler's Run.&nbsp; The identity of this person hasn't been confirmed but the information that they are looking for includes; detailed starmap to put Smuggler's Run on, routes that take larger ships into close range of Smuggler's Run, detailed holdings of many of the major gangs and pirate groups in the area, and even names of major leaders and players on the Run and their bounties.&nbsp; All this information is rarely written down and just known for obvious reasons and even though there is no honor among thieves this seems suspect that it could be anything but a large criminal element trying to take hold of Smuggler's Run completely or worse Imperial.&nbsp; You hear of a meeting that the Red Rancor pirates are taking at Dregs Cantina on Skip 1 to have&nbsp; a major payday to move up their operation on Skip 13 to the next level and take it and more for themselves after it. </div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Information for Tyron, Nealla, Ve'tralla, and Ayami-Jahna</div><div class="spoiler_body"> You hear rumors of a major deal going down at Dregs that could result in some sort of power struggle as the Red Rancors are talking very tough in the Claxon Club the last few days.&nbsp; You know the deal is supposed to go down tonight.</div></div> <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Information for Zebrin</div><div class="spoiler_body"> You see there is a lot of complex slicing being done to delete camera rolls outside certain areas in Skip 1, this likely is a master hacker but something in it seems far too surgical and you notice the camera system near and inside Dreg's Cantina is all disconnected now.&nbsp; </div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 03:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr> <br>The wad of credits hit the bar with a loud 'clack'.&nbsp; Shaa Raa nodded to the Twi'lek.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sales tax,"</span></span> he said, letting the bartender know he was going to be doing business in the bar.&nbsp; It was always a risk trying to sell out of a cantina; you paid the fee up front and hoped to make enough profit to cover the cost of doing business.&nbsp; It was a reasonable gamble, given what he was trying to sell and who his customers were.<br><br><br>He chose a table, draped a red cloth over it to indicate that he was selling and set a large case on it.&nbsp; He touched a control on his breathing mask, turning up the volume of the vocalizer.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ladies and gentlemen and those who fall into neither category, come on over.&nbsp; If you're feeling a little inadequate in the firearm department, I have everything you need to go from dumb-ass to bad-ass.&nbsp; I've got blasters, I've got slug throwers and I've got bladed weapons that would make a Nagai jizz their pants.&nbsp; Oh, I see that got your attention.&nbsp; No light sabers, so don't ask.&nbsp; Come on over and let's see if I can make your firearm dreams come true.&nbsp; You call that a blaster?&nbsp; Get over here and I might be talked into letting you trade it in.&nbsp; That's right, I'll buy your cast offs.&nbsp; If you're not interesting in weaponry, I've got things to make your dreams better and your love life a little spicier.&nbsp; Of course they're attached to cables.&nbsp; I might have been born at night but it wasn't last night.&nbsp; It's long enough for you to test the heft.&nbsp; No there isn't an energy cell in it.&nbsp; I doubt the owner would want you shooting up the place."</span></span> <br><br>Despite themselves, several of the pirate had drifted over to check out his wares.&nbsp; From the look of it, he had a good chance of making a decent profit. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Have you ever held a blaster?&nbsp; You'll break your thumb if you pull the trigger holding it like that.&nbsp; Yeah, that's better.&nbsp; You want what?&nbsp; a <em>Bowcaster</em>?&nbsp; Do I look like a Trandoshan to you?&nbsp; I'll add it to the list and see what I can do but don't hold your breath."</span></span><br><br>Yes, selling to pirates had its risks but it could also lead to some serious profits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rebelle</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 07:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/03/22/340322051e545b40106fa6964a4cae75.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kea Elysar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647790#msg13647790)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> - Human [Corellian]<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> - Information Broker/Secrets Dealer/Negotiator<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -Sending Messages to: Tyron, Nealla, &amp; Therion | Mentioning: AJ &amp; Shaa Raa<hr><br>“Don’t go looking for trouble, daughter… It always tends to find you.”&nbsp; The words of her father echoed in Kea’s ears as she considered the Dregs, considered the information that had been filtered her way.&nbsp; The Red Rancor pirates were dregs <em>at best</em> so the irony cantina choosing was not lost upon her, that was for certain.&nbsp; They were stupid, power hungry, and looking to move up in the wide world of crime.&nbsp; However, they weren’t <em>that</em> stupid to try and take over Smuggler’s Run on their own, not only that but as far as pirates went, they weren’t that <em>good</em>.&nbsp; So who was pulling the strings to make the little beasts dance?&nbsp; That was a good question, and the answers, any of a multitude of one of them was <em>not</em> something that comforted her.&nbsp; And would not have comforted her father – least she had told him, which she hadn’t.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping into the Cantina, she didn’t hide her presence, she wasn’t one <em>to</em> hide after all.&nbsp; Her reputation preceded her in the Skips, and good or bad – she was who she was.&nbsp; Glancing towards the sleeping human, her eyes followed towards the Twi’lek, and gave a small upnod – holding up two fingers to order a Lum, before moving towards one of the back tables, which afforded her the best vantage point as she still tried to figure out who or <em>what</em> was so interested in the Smuggler’s Run, and the information that they held onto like it was their very air.&nbsp; Routes for bigger ships to get into close range of the Run, the major gangs and pirates, and bounties.&nbsp; Hell, in fact, Kea had had an opportunity to compile that list and give distinct information – but she declined, through third party sources, of course.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lips pursed for a moment, her eyes glancing over the screen on her gauntlet and she exhaled softly for a moment.&nbsp; There were several ways she could play this out, she could inform the hutts and tell them that the Red Rancors were getting too big for their flight suits.&nbsp; Watch them as they got eaten up by every bounty hunter and mercenary who wanted to make some very quick cheap dosh.&nbsp; Kea could also have someone infiltrate the Rancors, but she didn’t have the time for that.&nbsp; And while she got along with most of the employees at the Dregs, they weren’t exactly ones she kept on the payroll.&nbsp; Licking her lips, there was another option, one that she did <em>not</em> want to consider at that moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Besides, if they had heard, no doubt <em>they</em> would be getting involved.<br><br>So she went for the bet that she knew would surprise some, as well as intrigue the others. <br><br>Sending out three separate comm’s messages that would play in that tinny robotic voice that was somewhat feminine, but telltale of the information broker. <br><br><strong>To Tyron</strong> Need you at the Dregs Cantina asap if you’re close by.&nbsp; Something is foul and it’s not the Hutt’s bathroom.<br><br><strong>To Nealla</strong> I might have some insight into the answers you seek, or at least a pulse.&nbsp; I don’t want to be right, by the stars I don’t want to be right… But if you show up at the Dregs, keep your –head- down and look inconspicuous.&nbsp; Little mynocks chirp about bounties.<br><br><strong>To Therion</strong>You want to make up for past wrongs?&nbsp; Red Rancors are looking to make a move, but far bigger than them.&nbsp; Keep your identity concealed, eyes are upon us all.<br><br>It would seem unlikely that anyone would think of it strange that Kea would be there to conduct business, however… She was not going to take anything to chance. “Dejarik,” she would tell the Twi’lek once the drink was brought to her, “two teams of two,” she would motion with her fingers again and slid a cred stick with a slight nod of her head.&nbsp; “Also if Miss AJ comes in for a drink, send her my regards,” she knew that AJ may very well show herself, but she would not attempt to put the Zeltron in danger. The same for the others that she had crossed paths with.&nbsp; There would be those, she knew, whom would make their way here on their own. So for now, she would watch as the Keldorian plied his wares as she waited to see whom would arrive, and whom would not.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 17:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day-146/3BBY[Late Evening\ - Apartment building across from Dreg's Cantina &gt; Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Although asteroids didn't have atmospheres, turning an asteroid field into a space station meant certain things. Like sometimes, it would actually rain. Sure they didn't have "sunshine" so much as light from a nearby sun hitting them when the belt drifted a certain way. But with the rain it seemed like someone got a bunch of cheap weather converters and could only afford the rain setting on them. Still, he liked the rain. It pattered calmingly against his helmet and armor while he layed on his stomach and looked down across the street. His HUD showed multiple, but few heat signatures inside. And after hearing a few whispers about the Red Rancor's stepping their game up, he'd even sliced a few security feeds in and around Dreg's to keep a close eye on things. He'd been keeping overwatch for a while, and when Kea's message loaded across his eyes, he chuckled. He shot one back, deciding her involvement would up his. <br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Across the street at the Czerka apartment building. I saw you go in. On my way down.</tt><br><br>Once it went through, he stood up and checked himself. All of his gear was securely fashioned or mag-locked to his armor, so he stepped to the lip of the roof and went right over. Now normally a Mando would use their jet pack or grapple line to get to street level, but he wasn't just a Mando. He was still a Jedi, even if he couldn't claim his heritage. So instead, he fell straight down, stopping to hover a foot or so off the ground before landing softly like nothing had even happened.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course he'd made sure no one was watching before his little display of Force mastery. The constant pitter-patter of the rain finally stopped once the main door slid open and he walked inside. He already missed it as it got replaced by the standard cookie-cutter cantina music. He barely looked around inside before walking right up to the bartender. <br><br>"Tarisian Ale. Full cup. Bring it to our table," he said and nodded his head in Kea's direction before walking over to her and sitting down. He removed his helmet and pushed his dreads from his face, then set it down on the table and smiled at the lady across from him. "Hey, beautiful. This is sittin' all kinds of wrong in your gut too, inn't it?" Waiting for an answer,<br>&nbsp;he moved his Ghhhk piece forward and acted like this was just small talk preceding a friendly dejarik game.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 02:13:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zabrak<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mechanic Savant<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Claxon Club<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not sure...<br><br>When in the net Zebrin can do some amazing things. If you asked the common slicer to look through a deactivated camera, they would say it's impossible. They would declare the camera needs to be reactivated in order to use. Zebrin isn't sure how, but many of the rules the common slicer would hold as fact do not apply. Zebrin connects with mechanical objects in a way that no one else can. As he sits at the bar of the Claxon Club, eyes rolled back in his head and seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, he can see everything going on in Dregs Cantina. <br><br>"Z-bot...take up a position near the entrance of Dregs Cantina and try to look inconspicuous."<br><br>"If I leave who will watch your back."<br><br>"At this moment the biggest threat facing me is the transfer of stripper glitter." He says casually. "Something is going down...something big..."<br><br>"Right away sir."<br><br>Zebrin is unsure what is going on or if he can do anything about the situation at all. What he is sure of is the information he can record in his datapad will be worth something. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 11:16:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0sVlbsE.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Nealla Varr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13646031#msg13646031)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Tyron.<br><br><br><br>"Inconspicuous? Who does she think I am?"<br><br>That thought went through the armored warrior's mind, as the doors Dreg's Cantina slid open and she made her way inside. Sure enough, she noticed some heads turning her way as she walked in. Sure, Mandalorian bounty hunters and mercenaries weren't rare, but they did still tend to turn a few heads when they walked into a room, decked out in full armor and often armed to the teeth.<br><br>Still, she ignored the looks and made her way towards the bar. Gradually, most heads turned back to their own business. A fully armed Mandalorian was interesting enough to grab attention, sure, but not so much as to hold it for very long. Most patrons only kept their eyes on her until they were somewhat confident she wasn't about to blast someone. Especially as it seemed she wasn't the only one there. She made her way to the bar, her helmet disguising whatever expression may have been on her face, and where her eyes were focused. Before she could order, the bartender chimed in to inform her that they had just received a shipment of kri'gree, straight from Mandalore. Whatever reaction she had remained hidden, but she nodded her head and said, "Sounds good." Once credits and ale changed hands, she made her way over to the table where the others seemed to be gathering.<br><br>"<em>Su cuy'gar, ner vod</em>," she said to her fellow Mandalorian, a friendly greeting literally translating to, "You're still alive, my brother/comrade." She then turned her attention to Kea and greeted her in Basic, "I'm glad to see you're well."<br><br>She reached behind her and hefted her sniper rifle up off her back with a slight click as it pulled away from the maglock. She then placed it down next to one of the chairs so she could sit down. The rest of her gear was able to remain in place rather comfortable as she sat, with her vibrosword holstered on her left hip, and her pistol on her right. Once she was seated, she placed her drink down on the table in front of her. And then reached up to remove her helmet, finally revealing her face, and placing it down on the table in front of her, where she could easily grab it should the need arise.<br><br>Keeping her voice down she said, "This place is lousy with those <em>di'kut'e</em>. I count about a dozen of them, and they're looking mighty shifty. Guess we'll see if that means what we think it might, or if they're just planning something stupid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>08-11-2017, 07:56:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thekilling_s2_joelkinnaman_gallery_652.jpg?quality=100&amp;w=650)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Laborer<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa, Open<br><br><hr><br><em>You want to make up for past wrongs?&nbsp; Red Rancors are looking to make a move, but far bigger than them.&nbsp; Keep your identity concealed, eyes are upon us all.</em>&nbsp; The message had come through as Therion had spent a few minutes just wondering if he should bother going, it was not something he felt he should get involved in but the question hug there in the message.&nbsp; Did he feel that he could ever do enough to make up for all the past wrongs or was this just a way to manipulate him.&nbsp; The Red Rancors were never seen as the cleverest band and though they might come off as brash at times he couldn't see them being quite so ambitious.&nbsp; Something was amiss as he almost had put on his EV suit and made the walk to his ship but he knew that once he went down that path it became much murkier, overly slippery as the dark side could pull him right back to where he had struggled to get even this much of a hold on himself.&nbsp; Instead he had pulled on a jacket with a hood and slipped it over the rather non-descript clothing.&nbsp; No one was going to ask him to remove his hood at Dregs.&nbsp; <br><br>The walk was a quick one as he entered the establishment and could see Shaa Raa already peddling his wares.&nbsp; From what he could tell he was later than he would have liked should he fully be in this endeavor then again he couldn't be sure he was still.&nbsp; His eyes studied the others present as the sight of the mandalorians was hard to miss as they were not going to be approached even as he could see the messenger of this concerning development with them.&nbsp; He would decided against approaching as he only shifted the blaster where it was holstered and would move towards a small booth near to the door.&nbsp; He had been here before and he would not get a drink for some time if he didn't go to the bar but it wasn't what he had come for.&nbsp; Instead he would concentrate his own breathing and reach out with the force to see if there was anything amiss.&nbsp; <br><br>His head was tipped forward to cover it with shadows as it would take someone looking for him to spot him.&nbsp; This also meant if anything did come of this deal with the Red Rancors at least he could be an unknown quantity to them, it was the best option he had at the moment without looking foolish or making the entire thing go sideways with his obvious presence.&nbsp; There was something there he felt in the force but he couldn't place it now as he practiced patience, something he had been struggling to develop ever since he turned his back on the much more seductive side of things.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>09-11-2017, 01:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tZvZhHV.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ayami-Jahna Terkana ("AJ") (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647905#msg13647905)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zeltron<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Between Jobs / Exotic Dancer<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa, Open<br><br><hr><br>As soon as AJ heard that something big was going down at Dreg's Cantina, she made arrangements to dance there that night. Those arrangements had been made even before she had that encounter with the female wookie slave and the pirates in the market yesterday. She normally wouldn't dance at Dreg's, but sometimes she did, mostly when a client wanted her to be there or when she was in the mood for a different kind of crowd. The patrons tonight were as expected, most were happy to watch her work one of the poles. Not many here had the credits to ask her for a private dance. <br><br>Since there was still the possibility of someone asking for a private dance, she could not wear her holographic outfit and hide her blaster that way. She would be too close to men and a stray hand could find it. That would be too much to explain. So she left her blaster in the dressing room and changed into tight fitting shorts made of white leather and a matching bikini top. She felt quite comfortable in that, and she decided not to wear any boots. In case of a fight she would be more agile, and there were those men who liked to see feet. Additionally she was wearing armbands on her upper arm made of the same leather as her shorts. All in all that white leather contrasted very well with her reddish skin to create an exotic and alluring look.<br><br>Financially, the night had not been much of a success, and the Red Rancors hadn't shown up yet. A Bothan came up to her and asked her to entertain his friend, who was a middle-aged human waving from a private booth. AJ agreed and followed the Bothan, who explained to her that he and the human would be leaving Smuggler's Run the next day on some dangerous mission, and he wanted his friend to have something nice to think of. That was no problem for AJ, and soon she was dancing in front of the human man, feeling his excitement grow rapidly. That was when she heard the Red Rancors come in, they were hard to miss. She had to finish here. Quickly she got on the man's lap, opened her top and led his hands onto her breasts. That did it almost instantly, she could feel it. The man excused himself and hurried to the bathroom to clean himself up while AJ closed her top again. The Bothan was happy with her performance, credits changed hands and then she was out of the booth again, taking a pole to dance close to where the new arrivals were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>09-11-2017, 02:26:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion&nbsp; Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa, Open<br><br><hr> <br>Shaa Raa might have looked like he was completely absorbed in his sales pitches but years of living with the dregs of society had taught him to multitask.&nbsp; In addition to the Red Rancors, several others had entered the bar, others who did not normally frequent the bar.&nbsp; AJ's presence was excusable.&nbsp; She was, after all, a dancer.&nbsp; She'd likely a have a little trouble convincing this crowd that she wasn't anything more than a dance but that certainly didn't explain why she might have hired Therion and Tyron.&nbsp; Perhaps she had them on retainer but she certainly wouldn't make enough her to pay for both their services.&nbsp; Add in the Mandolorian and Kea and all signs pointed to something going down.<br><br>The Red Rancors were up to something.&nbsp; That much was widely known.&nbsp; Where the additional patrons there to cash in on whatever the Rancors were doing the way her was or were they there to stop it?&nbsp; Or were they simply curious and trying to figure out who was doing what to who without going through the normal channels to gather that information?<br><br>More importantly, when the shooting started, could he make it to the exit before getting his ass killed?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>10-11-2017, 21:47:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shaa Raa<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Zebrin, Raa Shaa, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Therion<br><hr>Ve'tralla had been in Dreg's for a couple hours at this point. It wasn't a hard place to blend in and it took little more than a thick and bulky cloak to conceal her small framed figure despite the armor that she wore. Her current position was easy to hide in plain sight considering her surroundings. She at at the sabacc table with two others, a human smuggler of some sort and his second in command being a rodian female, with her back to the bar and her blaster rifle hanging at her side and twisted to direct the scope toward the bar itself through a hole in her cloak. Thanks to the combined efforts of herself and Zebrin she was able to outfit a small camera wirelessly from the scope of her rifle to the display in her helmet which she currently wore. <br><br>She was up in the game, a sure thing, with a rare hand known as an Idiot's Array. Still she waited for the right moment to play her cards and finish the game. The wager was low and truly rather unimportant to her. Much like others, thanks to the unprofessional nature of The Red Rancors ranks, she had stumbled upon information that something of import could be coming to a head rather soon and that tonight was a particularly important gathering. She through the corner of her viewing screen as others of note arrived one by one. She had seen each of them enter and take up their own positions, taking note of the strategic value of each person, as well as Zebrin whose very presence unnerved her some. Those of force sensitivity would very likely feel mild reverberations echoing her concerns throughout the establishment. She was unaware of the force, untrained and knew not even that she pulsed with it from time to time. While half of her genetic makeup was very in tune with the force she had never even so much as have been introduced to it's benefits nor the shortfalls of her shifting temperaments.<br><br>The presence of Shaa Raa selling his wares was nothing too out of the ordinary apart from the particular time frame in which he'd chosen to do so. He wasn't one to miss a business opportunity however. The gathering of Kea Elysar, Tyron Ordo, and Nealla Varr was a bit more of a draw on her attention for a moment. She had to assume they were all there for the same purpose but also wondered the benefit of the three of them grouping up in the cantina. Should The Red Rancors contact be substantially more intelligent or observant than they it wouldn't due to see a known information broker consorting with two mandalorians... however they would make a formidable distraction and were at least skilled enough to not likely be killed in any immediate fashion. She had worked for Kea on more than one occasion and was somewhat partial to how the woman did business as well as impressed by the fact that she didn't mind getting her own hands dirty. Nealla she had fought beside a good number of times and held her in a rather high regard even for a mandalorian. Tyron, on the other hand, she had actually hunted at one point when hired to take out one of her previous clients. The client put themselves in a position, after choosing not to heed Ve'tralla's warnings, to be taken out by Tyron an hour or so before she managed to track him down. With her client dead, though she cared little for the man, the business concluded with a short standoff and Tyron producing a hologram of his execution. Their relationship was trepidatious at best following that encounter which ended in a rather confident Tyron despite the blaster aimed in his direction.<br><br>While she was aware Therion Altier had entered the cantina it was only so much as to recognize another cloaked figure taking a seat of their own at a booth nearby. Without having seen him with the hood down she couldn't discern whom had entered but wouldn't put the concept of danger out of her mind. It was likely, had she known of his past endeavors and force training, that she would jump at the opportunity to pursue the credits attached to his name if she were to recognize him and be aware of his value to her. Though presently for all she knew the cloaked figure was the contact The Red Rancors were waiting on. Since not a one of them made any efforts to approach him nor signaled as though he were significant to them she had to assume otherwise. Either way the cloaked figure was of at least minimal interest.<br><br>V hadn't taken entirely too much interest in Ayami-Jahna Terkana beyond being a dancer, having on occasion paid her to be used as a distraction and to assist her in blending in, but couldn't deny that for some reason the woman was very alluring during their contact with one another. Ve'Tralla was unawares of the pheromones Zeltron were able to enthrall you with and had nearly botched one of her more lucrative jobs by having been distracted by the dancer's ways. She'd even come up shorter on coin that she had intended to. Something about the woman demanded substantial tipping. The Arkanian halfbreed had even considered finishing this game of sabacc to purchase a private dance, perhaps warn her of the danger, and offer her one of the blaster pistols hidden beneath her thick cloak to at least protect herself should the situation become violent but thought better of it than to allow herself to be distracted without the comprehension as to why. Either way she had no intention to see the woman wounded should the events unfold as she rather expected.<br><br>She turned her attention to the table and dropped her hand upon it, an unbeatable one she'd rarely been fortunate enough to have in her possession, lacking the enthusiasm one would expect of such a hand considering the credits she earned from this particular victory were a paltry sum at best. There was minimal debate on the victory and the smuggler captain and his right hand surprisingly took it in stride, merely shooing Ve'tralla off so they could find themselves another player to potentially team up against and swindle, as she withdrew her increased credit stick and stepped over to the table Shaa Raa had set up. He had done enough business with her to recognize her helmet without having to see her face. Without much hesitation she set her credit chip on the back end of the table while browsing his current wares, in search of a weapon fitting it's intended user, expectant that when she made a selection he would know enough to withdraw the appropriate and acceptable amount from the chip for the transaction.<br><br>Her hand settled upon a blast cannon, the equivalent of an energy shotgun, which was likely rather old and wasn't exactly a precision weapon but the purchase wasn't intended for her own use. It would suit it's intended wielder perfectly only with the consideration that she was unaware of Zebrin's capabilities so far as marksmanship. The Zabrak's presence in such a potentially volatile situation was gravely concerning to her. He was far too important to her own endeavors to risk leaving unattended and when his battledroid abandoned his side, despite being under his orders, she found it rather perturbing. Picking up the blast cannon the array of blue lights dulled from it's four points and brightened only at the four focus points in the middle of her helmet as she examined the weapon. <strong>"Can I assume you personally modified the power converter or did you simply verify the connections?"</strong> While wearing her helmet her voice was masked by the metallic clatter of a vocalizer, it's intention to keep her as unidentifiable as possible, somewhat similar to that of Shaa Raa himself. Without the heavy cloak it would be obvious she was a female, without her helmet her personal identity was just as obvious, so for now she kept up a portion of her anonymity. <strong>"And is it modified for more powerful blast capability or more successive fire?"</strong> <br><br>The modification itself was obvious but the purpose to it would require she broke the weapon down herself. She trusted his capabilities about as much as her own so his response would merely verify whether she should concern herself with it's effectiveness in the hands of any given wielder. Once she'd picked it up he would know her well enough to charge her it's worth and his commission. Ve'tralla wasn't one to bother touching a weapon she wasn't interested in purchasing. It was just as likely he knew the weapon wasn't for her own sake, or was perhaps would think it a distractionary tactic to be closer to the action, but he also knew she wasn't one to carry her personal armory with her on any given day. She was more of a collector whom sparingly used more than a select 4 blasters between her pistols, her long range precision rifle, and her mid range assault rifle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 00:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen<br><br><hr> <br>Shaa Raa actually enjoyed it when somebody who knew weapons perused his wares.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"The Merr-Sonn BB-23 heavy blaster cannon.&nbsp; Earned itself the nickname 'The Big Gun'.&nbsp; Over twenty kilograms of death.&nbsp; Eats through an energy cell like a hungry gundark but it'll blow a hole big enough to walk through in just about anything.&nbsp; It's an old girl but she'll still put out.&nbsp; I had to modify hr with a universal receiver and change out the power converter because trying to find original power cells is like pulling bantha teeth with tweezers. Of course that's a good thing, seeing as how they had a bad habit of going boom if they got hit by a stray shot.&nbsp; She will take most carbine cells and a few from the bigger rifles but nothing from a blaster pistol.&nbsp; Yours for 1500 creds.&nbsp; If you're looking for something in the same price range with a little more range and a lot more accuracy, I didn't bring it but I have a Firelance in stock.&nbsp; Highest barrel length to range ratio on the market.&nbsp; Also happens to have the longest stun range of any blaster period, just in case you prefer your meat still breathing."</span></span>&nbsp; It was difficult to convey enthusiasm through a vocalizer.&nbsp; The flat metallic voice could have come from a toaster or a speeder diagnostic module rather than a living being but the Kel Dor made up the difference in body language and an increase in volume, which allowed him to be heard clearly in the noisy bar.&nbsp; He was clearly enjoying flogging his wares.<br><br>He didn't need to explain the history of the weapon to Ve'tralla; she likely knew it better than he did.&nbsp; He just wanted her to know that he knew and it let other customers know that he knew his stock as well.&nbsp; It seemed a little odd for her to be buying that weapon.&nbsp; It didn't seem her style.&nbsp; The again, that might have been the reason why she wanted it.&nbsp; It certainly would be unexpected of her to haul out the cannon and open fire.&nbsp; Most would expect her to use something more precise and the element of surprise could mean the difference between life or death.&nbsp; Or she was playing the shopping game, in which she expressed interest in something she really didn't want, just to gauge the prices before going for her real target, which would then be offered at a lower price because it was a second choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 02:38:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The twi'lek bartender would take the credits offered for sale's tax as she pocketed it with a nod as the human seemed to continue to snooze, not getting a cut if he wasn't conscious.&nbsp; She would fill the drink orders made as the one waitress was flagged down and would make deliveries where they were needed, the business that was going on was odd for this time of night but it broke up the slow pace that had been feared.&nbsp; It was only after many others started to order that she finally nudged the human as he roused slowly and looked around to the display and the twi'lek making drinks.&nbsp; "Where did all of this come from?"&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shuddup and get to work Vel."&nbsp; The twi'lek hissed as her braintails twitched in irritation of actually needing the help, she could have made much better tips but with the orders coming through there was no way she was going to keep up.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.christianhogstedt.com/assets/images/_large/0030_160210_ED-SKREIN_CHRISTIAN_HOGSTEDT_031.jpg)</div>&nbsp; The Red Rancors began to look at Shaa Raa's weapons as well as many told him to hold certain pieces for their big payday.&nbsp; Two even got in a small fight with a gambler down on his luck, the quarren catching a few hard hits before picking himself and running out of the place.&nbsp; The bartenders couldn't do much as Dregs didn't hold much in the way of security because of their clientele.&nbsp; A small sigh escaping the twi'lek's lips but nothing more as she poured another drink for a gang member.&nbsp; The looks the two mandalorians and Kea got from the leader were nothing but a sneer as if numbers were different and his growing confidence because of the deal he might have been more respectful to the three.&nbsp; A trandoshan wearing red armor and the patch of the red rancor's proudly on his arm would look to Ve'tralla as he snorted through his nostrils.&nbsp; "Might want to choose a smaller gun, but I will take it."&nbsp; It didn't seem to matter the reputation that she had as the gang seemed to be exerting itself over the entire place.&nbsp; <br><br>A figure entered as it was followed by four large beings that all fancied themselves hired muscle as his steps were slow but moved towards the bar.&nbsp; His eyes would look to the leader of the Red Rancor's but he didn't approach him yet as he ordered an ale and then would move towards a table.&nbsp; Those with him instead of going with him would fan out as any professional in the area could see they were setting up a perimeter.&nbsp; The human leader of the Red Rancors would grab his drink and make his way towards the table as his second, a catharian, would both take seats.&nbsp; "I hope the night finds you well Delon."&nbsp; The agent said from where he sat as the gang leader's lips twisted.&nbsp; "Aren't we going to talk business or are we on a kriffin' date I was unaware of."&nbsp; He said harshly as the agent across from him merely smiled softly with a curl more so to the left side of his face.&nbsp; "We both know I don't have all the credits here, so why are you in such a rush?&nbsp; Unless you already have things picked out for them."&nbsp; The catharian began to look around the cantina more as he fixed his sharp eyes on others present scrutinizing them as his boss talked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 04:51:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen and the Tandorian<br><br><hr> <br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sorry friend, that weapon might already have a buyer,"</span></span> Shaa Raa said to the Trandoshan&nbsp; The reptilian species wasn't particularly well known for their patience or their intelligence but it was very much a case of first come first serve.&nbsp; Ve'tralla had laid hands on the weapon first, therefore she had first right of refusal.&nbsp; If she didn't want it, the Trandoshan was welcome to it but until that time, it was off the table.&nbsp; &nbsp; He needed to offer something that might distract the Red Rancor thug who was likely just trying to throw his weight around.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"If your looking for something long range, might I suggest a T-21B heavy blaster?&nbsp; Heavy firepower at a distance but not that great up close.&nbsp; If you're looking for something up close and personal,&nbsp; I've got a DT-12 heavy blaster.&nbsp; Designed with an enlarged trigger guard to accommodate larger hands.&nbsp; Or if you're feeling exceptionally nasty, there is a C-22 flamer carbine.&nbsp; Just the thing for filling your enemies with primal fear, then filling their lungs with fire." </span></span><br><br>It probably didn't matter what he said.&nbsp; The Transoshan was likely looking for a fight.&nbsp; He'd probably be able to rip Shaa Raa's head off, given half a chance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ve'tralla's?&nbsp; Not so much.&nbsp; He just hoped that it had a short attention span and could be distracted by some of the other toys on the table.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he'd been doing good business and their weren't many pieces remaining on the table.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 04:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zabrak<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mechanic Savant<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Claxon Club<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>The cameras in Dregs Cantina are trash. Very old, very grainy, and not very good for a focused view on anything going on. The angles are wide enough for a good overview, and that paints an interesting picture as the events are unfolding. Red Rancor Pirates are in the building en force tonight and everyone looks edgy. He saw some familiar faces. Ve'tralla is in there and likely about to stir up some trouble. He silently wonders if she brought her ship back intact this time or if he will need to repair something. <br><br>He keeps the datapad recording the happenings inside the neighboring establishment and tries to identify people he might know. The Kel Dor is someone he shooed away earlier. Zebrin chuckles to himself as he realizes that the affable alien likely took his words of warning as an occasion to attempt a profit, and hopes it doesn't get him killed. The pretty blonde he has never met, but knows by reputation. She is supposed to be someone not to be trifled with, thus Zebrin has given her a wide berth. Kae is another one he knows only via reputation. A fast hand with a pair of blasters from what he's heard, and she would need to be in the midst of this lot. the only other that really stands out is the Zeltron dancer. Even with a crappy camera and grainy picture, he can tell her form is a sight to behold. To be honest he wishes he could make her go powder her nose or something...her shaking her tush is distracting.<br><br>He probes with his mind to Find Z-Bot and finds that she is right where she is meant to be. If anything goes down in there and Ve'Tralla needs help, he can have her backup in a few seconds. <br><br>Hopefully it wont come to that...but Zebrin likes to be prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rebelle</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 05:21:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/03/22/340322051e545b40106fa6964a4cae75.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kea Elysar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647790#msg13647790)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> - Human [Corellian]<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> - Information Broker/Secrets Dealer/Negotiator<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> - Tyron, Nealla, Therion, &amp; AJ | Mentioning: Ve'tralla, Shaa Raa<hr><br>It did not take long for her to receive word back it seemed from Tyron, who had always impressed the Corellian, and she felt far more comfortable with the situation as is.&nbsp; A small smile came to her lips as she watched the read out and gave a slight nod of her head to herself as she kept her eyes on the other occupants of the cantina.&nbsp; The Dregs was most assuredly just <em>that</em>.&nbsp; Some of the lowest life forms that could be found on the Run, so it was of no surprise that the Rancors were around.&nbsp; Eyes slowly rising, she would watch as the Mandalorian stepped into the cantina and then moments later moved over to her table.&nbsp; A smile was given by the secrets dealer, and she gave a small nod of her head, “doesn’t smell right at all.&nbsp; Been having a bad feeling about it since the whispers started coming through.”&nbsp; She added as her eyes flickered towards the growing number surrounding the Kel-Dor’s table of wares.<br><br>The woman eased a little bit as she noticed another Mandalorian step through the door, the telltale armor caused her to exhale as her eyes flickered towards the game, and moved a piece.&nbsp; While she might be a good tactician, she was splitting her attention to several areas at once.&nbsp; So the Mando’a might find himself at a place one rarely found themselves when it came to Kea Elysar – on the winning side in a game of dejarik.&nbsp; Watching Nealla approach the table, she gave a smile even though she still wore the helmet – which no doubt most would see as an imposing aspect, but not to the woman who sat so calmly at the table now with two battle hardened warriors.&nbsp; “I am well, and I am glad you are as well.&nbsp; I thought perhaps you would be interested in a game,” she motioned with her head towards the dejarik table.&nbsp; <br><br>Listening to the female’s low dulcet tones, she took a drink of lum and considered the odds for a moment.&nbsp; Four to twelve, the odds weren’t that great – and that was only if Therion showed up.&nbsp; Somewhere, she knew that Vee was around, the woman seemed to pop up at the most <em>opportune</em> times, or inopportune depending on who you asked.&nbsp; But could she count her?&nbsp; She was unsure.&nbsp; And of course she did not expect Shaa Raa to jump in, not unless it was to save his own hide or his own investments.&nbsp; “It’s both, either way,” she would say with brilliant smile, “Red Rancor and stupid are synonymous after all,” though her voice low enough that if one <em>did</em> hear, they might actually think they might have mis-heard.&nbsp; &nbsp; That was when the fourth entered, though for a moment – Kea was not aware of it.&nbsp; It was just some spacer in a hood that covered his face, however – it was the boots that he wore that caught the Correlian’s eye.&nbsp; “Fourth has arrived,” she would say under her breath, giving both of her table mates an understanding of their odds within that moment.&nbsp; <br><br>With the dancing that began, Kea gave another sigh of relief, “five,” she would say.&nbsp; It was almost as if she were counting just to count, as if some sort of nervous tick.&nbsp; However, the numbers were starting to even out – because in her mind, the Rancors were now outnumbered.&nbsp; As each she had seen were not the bumbling half-wits that spent creds they did not have, and talked a game they did not know the rules of.&nbsp; &nbsp;Watching the Zeltron move closer towards the Rancors, Kea settled back into her seat, relaxing.&nbsp; As if this was a standard night, enjoying a good lum, a good game, and a shit scenery.&nbsp; &nbsp;She raised a hand towards the Twi’lek, raising two fingers and then pointed to AJ – as if to say she’s buying a drink for the lady.&nbsp; Because of course she was, she wanted her friend to be aware that there were others here, others who had her back.<br><br>Lighting up a cigarra, a bad habit most assuredly, but one that she had grown accustomed to in social settings, “I’ve got two friends going Core soon,” she would tell Nealla, “friends of friends.&nbsp; I told them to bring me back some souvenirs.&nbsp; If I like them, I’ll have to have you over for dinner to show them off,” she offered the female warrior.&nbsp; Telling her basically that she’s sending out two more sets of eyes and ears to see if they can track down the info that she wanted so badly.&nbsp; Which Kea, of course, could respect.&nbsp; “How have you been?”&nbsp; She asked Tyron, “breaking anymore hearts or just body parts lately?”&nbsp; She teased.&nbsp; The conversation was light, but she was alert when the fight began with the Quarran and his quick departure.&nbsp; Taking a drag from the cigarra, her eyes flickered towards the leader that was eyeing her like she was a plate of bantha steak with all the fixings.&nbsp; His sneer was received with a brilliant smile, slightly cocky – no doubt, and a little lilt of her eyebrow.<br><br>She was seen as cocky at times, arrogant at others.<br><br>Fact was – she couldn’t stand the nasty little nerf herder, leader or not.&nbsp; He didn’t command her respect – he commanded her to play up her demeanor.&nbsp; <br><br>About to say something else, her words fell silent upon her tongue as five figures stepped through the doors.&nbsp; Professional body guards.&nbsp; High priced ones too by the look of them, the training at least.&nbsp; The dark haired woman didn’t follow the man or the Rancors, instead her eyes settled back onto the game.&nbsp; To stare would be just plain boorish and bad manners after all.&nbsp; <br><br>As well as rather suspicious.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>14-11-2017, 22:41:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shaa Raa<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Zebrin, Raa Shaa, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Therion<br><hr>The interruption of the Trandoshian into her short business deal with Shaa Raa wasn't appreciated in the slightest. Her temperament shifted almost instantly to that of a simmering boil which reverberated to those capable of sensing it. It was perhaps best she knew little of her connection to the force or it would be likely her emotions would twist her to the dark side with some haste. Proud as she was it wasn't his words that enraged her but the fact that he thought so little of interjecting himself into a situation which she had implanted herself without invitation. Her body and attention shifted to the Trandoshian interloper, speaking toward the Kel Dor salesman in the vibrating tone of her vocalizer, as she now held the blaster cannon out toward the Trandoshian by the barrel. <br><br>"1,700 will do. Your wares are exceptional and the hassle is worthy of a tip." Though she spoke not of what sort of hassle there would be it was a clue in&nbsp; The weapon was upside down within her grasp with it's handle facing the ceiling, pointedly so that he not be able to grasp the trigger, and the moment he grasped the handle she spoke with her vocalizer in tune with the hissing tongue of the Trandoshian. "You might want to your prey more wisely." She gave the weapon a sharp tug and lunged forward to drive the rounded metallic forehead of her helmet into the scaled skull of her adversary. In doing so the heavy cloak fell from her figure, slipping past her shoulders and falling to the ground, revealing her armor along with the small arsenal of weaponry she carried upon her at present. The impact of the blow was surely enough to release the weapon from the Trandoshian's grasp, if not the ripping tear of her grasp upon it surely would finish the job, and the moment it came free a snap of her wrist flipped the weapon end over end to land with it's handle in her grasp.<br><br>She turned the arm in, pressing it to the reptilian adversaries chest with a quickness, and her thumb brushed over the safety to let a high pitched tone emit acknowledging the release of the safety. Her free hand now settled on the handle of the blaster rifle dangling from her left shoulder, preparing it to potentially be used sooner than later, and pulled the trigger to simply loose the blaster cannon straight into his chest. Climactic as it may seem the pull of the trigger merely brought about a faint beeping and a red light upon the side of her newly acquired blaster. There was no power cell in the weapon at present. An intelligent sales tactic but less than amusing for her. With a vicious back spin she instead hammered the barrel of the blast cannon upon the side of his skull. In the process she drew the blaster pistol on her left hip and aimed it toward his face. Had she not been wearing her helmet he would see a grin and a wink but in this case there was no sense for either. She tossed the blast cannon backward over her shoulder, straight at Shaa Raa, without a word. He would know she expected a power cell, should it be necessary to purchase he could always charge the credit chip she'd given him, and with that hand now free she settled it upon the vibro dagger on her right hip. "So.. you done?"<br><br>The question was for the Trandoshian of course, she had him dead to rights, and so long as he backed off toward his fellow Red Rancors she wouldn't blow the scales from his face. The biggest problem with such a standoff as this was in the presence of his fellows. There was no certainty in that fact, however, in consideration to the apparent gravity of their current brokering. They'd either stand up for their comrade or stand down in the interest of keeping the peace for their present endeavor. Either way... she wasn't one to even consider shying away from a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>15-11-2017, 02:31:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen and the Trandoshan, then everyone else<br><br><hr> <br>There was a beep from the credstick as Shaa Raa subtracted the sale price of the blaster cannon.&nbsp; He deftly caught it as Ve'tralla tossed it to him.&nbsp; It wasn't hard to figure out what she wanted.&nbsp; She'd just tried to blow the head off the Trandoshan, in a bar full of his friends.&nbsp; If things went for a shit, she'd need the weapon fully charged and ready to go.&nbsp; With a sigh, he reached under the table.&nbsp; He didn't come up with a power cell, he came up with a small device with a flashing red light.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm sure you all know what a dead man switch is,"</span></span> he said loudly.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I've taken the liberty of installing a small explosive in each of the weapons I've sold tonight.&nbsp; The battery will last for about an hour and then crap out so the explosive will be useless.&nbsp; Until then, as long as I keep my finger on this button or enter the correct code before letting it go, nothing will happen.&nbsp; If I let go... "</span></span>&nbsp; He used his other hand to mime an explosion.<br><br>Shaa Raa paused, looking around the room before continuing.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So how about we let these two settle their differences without anybody else sticking their nose in?</span></span> It was a gamble, probably one of the biggest one the Kel Dor had ever played.&nbsp; He was lying through his teeth and hoping that nobody would call his bluff.<br><br><em>And I thought I'd sworn off doing things like this....</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 17:08:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day-146/3BBY[Late Evening\ - Apartment building across from Dreg's Cantina &gt; Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Nealla, Therion, AJ, Shaa Raa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Kea had an interesting opening move, but he could immediately see her heart wasn't fully in the game. That meant whatever this thing was, it was big enough to split her focus. "Hmmm. I don't like it when you get bad feelings. It's just like when I get bad feelings...bad things happen shortly after." He made another move, but now was also not in the game. His mind was turning, trying to absorb everything around him. And between his Jedi training, his Mando training on top of that; it honestly wasn't so difficult. Shaa Raa was once again peddling his wares. Some new, some used, most refurbished. Definitely all some manner of illegal. And his current clientele left something to be desired, as the Rancors were the worst kind of trouble; dumb and way too confident in themselves.<br><br>&nbsp;However, Shaa Raa could sell Imperial Access Codes to a Grand Moff on his good days. It was fascinating to watch. "You know I got your back though; thick and thin." To accentuate his point, he made little finger guns and went PEW PEW.&nbsp; And then the door slid open. He didn't turn, but his eyes did. Nealla, he could tell from even a momentary glance, as no two armors were the same. When she came over and took a seat, he nodded at her and returned her greeting with <acronym title="Friend">"Burc'ya,"</acronym> he said in response to his fellow Mando. "Welcome to the party."<br><br>&nbsp;Turning back to Kea, he chuckled. "Must be really serious if there's need for both of us. Not that I'm complainin; I love a good scrap as much as any Mando." After Nealla greeted Kea, she counted off the number of Rancor's in the spot. "Three on twelve equals four a piece. Five for me if I get greedy," he said with a grin and a nod toward the server that brought him his drink. He was about to take a sip when his eyes flickered for a moment. He felt a very strong, conflicted Force presence. Therion was here, and...<em>something</em> else.<br><br>&nbsp;He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was bad. He kept his senses alert while taking a sip of the ale. When he placed it down, he nodded his head toward the door only slightly just as the Ex-Hand walked in. And then she rattled off the number of forces they had at their disposal, causing him to feel the links between all of them in the Force; with Kea right at the center. "You're stackin' the deck, Kea. Just <em>what</em> did you hear about this thing? Is it similar to, "Rancor's have been talking <em>reeeaall</em> big this past while, and tonight there's a deal that's gonna change who's in charge around here?" <br><br>While waiting for an answer, he glanced momentarily at the bodyguards who didn't even bother acting like they were anything but, then over to Ve'tralla; a woman after his own heart. Literally, that one time when she tried to kill him. They didn't interact much, but he respected the hell out of her skills. And just as he thought that, she floored a Trandoshan who was muscling in on her purchase. It wasn't pretty for the lizard, which was saying something considering they were about as strong as Wookiee's, and even meaner. In an instant, she had her new blaster in his face. And when that didn't work due to no power cell, her old blaster.<br><br>&nbsp;Then Shaa Raa pulled a ballsy move and forced the issue of letting her and the Trandoshan settle things, or else all his fancy weapons would go boom right in their hands. He could smell his lie; it rippled through the Force like a stone in a pond. He could bluff with the best of them though, that much was for sure. When the Rancor boss met with his contact, again Tyron did a quick sweep of the place, as inconspicious as he could. He gleaned everything he could from a quick glance. "Be careful of that Cathar. He's not the boss, but I can guarantee he could be if he wanted to. He's the number two for a reason, and I can feel he's dangerous."<br><br>&nbsp;</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>17-11-2017, 22:49:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thekilling_s2_joelkinnaman_gallery_652.jpg?quality=100&amp;w=650)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Laborer<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa,&nbsp; Ve'tralla, AJ, Open<br><br><hr><br>The appearance of AJ was not something that surprised him, the Zeltron had proven that she was unafraid of areas that most would consider dangerous or groups that were threatening, she had rescued the wookiee in the market the day previous.&nbsp; The form of Yig was nowhere nearby as it would have been hard to miss but from what he could tell then she had taken quite a bit of damage and was likely still healing.&nbsp; From the experience he had mostly from reading texts on it no doubt the wookiee would feel beholden to the woman even if for some reason she just decided to let her be free.&nbsp; Very few things on Smugglers Run had no catch so why would this somehow be different.&nbsp; The yellow lined black irises looked over the appearance of Ve’tralla as well.&nbsp; She was a known as the merc had run the same circles as he had long before, arriving just after him but their skill sets were a bit different, he had no doubt that if she ran his full name the general bounty by the Imperials for him alive was tempting if not for the fact of his reputation from before.&nbsp; The waitress finally noticed his form as she began to move that way if nothing else to get away from the commotion of the Red Rancors and the market that Shaa Raa had set up at the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes lifted enough as the waitress neared, and she would hear his voice as he spoke, “Juri juice.”&nbsp; Pulling out the credstick from inside his jacket he would put it on her tray that she carried.&nbsp; It was a quick transaction as he was not going to commit to small talk with the shift that could be felt palpably in the cantina.&nbsp; The succession of the violence on the Quarran and then the entrance of the four was enough to draw the attention of even those engrossed in their card games, so it was a beacon to someone paying attention to the ebb and flow through The Force.&nbsp; His presence was muted as much as he could but in such proximity to others there had to let the unique blend of the dark side almost etched into his aura give him away slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>Kea, Tyron, and Nealla were hard to miss as they seemed to be talking but no doubt they were here for the same reason or had heard the same things Kea apparently knew about.&nbsp; There was something major happening here that he couldn’t quite get the details on yet, but he was sure it would reveal itself, it always did with time.&nbsp; He likely could gleen more but that meant actively using the force a lot more than he was comfortable with and he wasn’t about to do that.&nbsp; They heated interaction between Ve’tralla and the Red Rancor member was something that drew many eyes, but he barely let it register in his peripheral, a member of a sloppy pirate game against a mercenary with a line of successful jobs on the Run.&nbsp; His senses were more honed on the rather professionally protected man and the two pirates sat down at a table together, he could make his hearing better and try to cast out the other noises, but it meant again actively grabbing hold of the Force.&nbsp; <br><br>The flicker comment Shaa Raa made of blowing up the guns he had in his wares no doubt shifted much attention to him but Therion realized his distance would make the threat of little consequence should it be the truth.&nbsp; There was something more important to focus on as his drink arrived and he took the credstick and put it away.&nbsp; His mind wondered over the possibilities, but the big question was what to do with whatever was going on.&nbsp; The Red Rancors were not major players but something they were about to do what going to put them there, he could tell from the way they were acting but was this just a move by another that he was unknowingly helping.&nbsp; Therion would stay where he was but even though he was just taking a sip from the juri juice his mind was chewing over the many things in play in his even being here.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>19-11-2017, 04:21:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zabrak<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mechanic Savant<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Claxon Club<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Zebrin wrestled with a few moments as to what he could do in this situation. He wants to do something that could help Ve'Tralla, but pushing in on her affairs could get him a beating. Worse yet it could start a fight in this club that is sure to bring on many casualties. Not something that would make him any friends on the 'Run', nor would it help him discern what is really going on in this. <br><br>He actually had a way around that particular obstacle. <br><br>Even with the Grainy picture on his Datapad, it was obvious there was a meeting going down. The Red Rancors spokesman sitting down with someone who brought some hired muscle with him. Z-Bot moves inside the cantina and takes up a position in a corner with a clear line of sight to the meeting. A few keystrokes of the datapad and Z-Bot's amplified hearing was activated. Tuning out all the ambient noise and background chatter to focus on those two, and the conversation they were having. Zebrin hits the record button and makes his way to the exit of the Claxon Club. <br><br>If this turned into anything more than a 'talk' he was going to need to be closer in order to control Z-Bot in battle. He walked through the crowd and kept his pace steady and his eyes low making for Dregs Cantina. All the while he was able to 'hear' everything going on in there through his trusty datapads headphones. The Rancors and those other goons have formed a security bubble to keep everyone else from hearing the conversation, but it's hard to lock out someone who has the magical tech to listen in built into their droid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>20-11-2017, 17:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tZvZhHV.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ayami-Jahna Terkana ("AJ") (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647905#msg13647905)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zeltron<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Between Jobs / Exotic Dancer<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>AJ was slow-dancing with her pole, her arms above her head holding the pole, while she was slowly swinging her hips. It was highly sensual, and she could feel several eyes on her. She acted as if she was completely lost in her dance, keeping her eyes almost closed. In fact, she was peering through her lashes and keeping an eye on what was going on inside the tavern.<br><br>When the Twi'Lek brought her the drink and pointed at Kea, AJ sent her brightest smile to the table. She drank about half of the drink in one go, before she blew a kiss over to Kea. She got a bit distracted by the fight breaking out at Shaa Raa's table, but it seemed everything was under control there. The announcement of explosives by her part-time manager seemed to make some people nervous, but AJ knew he would not be that ruthless. She went back to dancing with her pole.<br><br>The whole mood changed when the figure entered with four bodyguards in tow. He chose a table very close to where AJ was dancing, it might be subconsciously, since her pheromones had been in the air here for a while now. She ignored the man and his guests, at least it seemed that way. She was listening, but she would not approach, since patrons would normally ask her to come to their table if they wanted a bit more private entertainment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>23-11-2017, 13:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0sVlbsE.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Nealla Varr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13646031#msg13646031)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human (Mandalorian)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Tyron, Ve'tralla<br><hr><br>Nealla made a point to keep track of who entered and left the cantina, while appearing mostly focused on the others she sitting with. As Kea spoke, she listened quietly, nodding her head at the suggestion of a game, understanding quite well that it a front to explain to explain their presence. Ideally, any who took notice of them would either believe they were genuinely playing a game or, if they were more intelligent, would instead assume the game was covering up some manner of illicit business dealings.<br><br>"I'm much more of a pazaak player myself, but sure, why not?" she replied, though adding, "Just so long as you're not expecting me to put any serious credits on the line."<br><br>She eyed the game in progress as she continued to listen, her eyes only occasionally shifting towards the entrance or towards the crowd, keeping note of where people were. When Kea began in speak in code of their standing arrangement, the Mandalorian nodded her head, cracking a subtle grin as she responded as if the conversation were being taken on face value, giving nothing away were they being listened in on, "Sounds like a plan. I'd ask if you wanted me to make anything, but you outsiders can never seem to handle Mandalorian cooking."<br><br>She shifted her gaze over as some commotion seemed to brewing nearby. She muttered something under her breath in Mando'a which was almost certainly a swear word. This was supposed to be information gathering, and now some two bit gangster is trying to get himself blasted by... well, if nothing else, she took some solace as she recognized the woman at the center of the commotion. If things all went hairy real fast, there were few people she'd like by her side as much as Ve'tralla. Outsider or no, she fought like a Mandalorian.<br><br>As Tyron assessed their odds, Nealla's eyes shifted back to him and she seemed to smirk. She replied with a hint of playfulness to her voice, "Five for you, huh? I guess I could <strong>try</strong> to leave that many for you." Her voice became slightly more serious as she muttered, "Just remember. Always treat every enemy as though they're the deadliest you've ever faced, because the moment you assume your opponent can't kill you, they will."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>26-11-2017, 05:38:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The Trandoshan would look to Shaa Raa but if he heard him and the offers he made to him he was ignoring him as his eyes fixed on the much shorter Ve'tralla.&nbsp; Her grasp on the blaster was firm it seemed as he suddenly saw red from the impact of the metal helmet into his scale covered head.&nbsp; His four fingers did not slip completely but her twisting the blaster finally freed it as he looked down enough to see the blaster pointed at his chest.&nbsp; The safety was disengaged and the trigger pull would result in the beeping from the gun.&nbsp; There was movement as two of the other pirates would be seen as the blaster became a club knocking the larger opponent a bit more back.&nbsp; They would almost pull their own blasters in time but the mercenary had her blaster now aimed directly into the face of the large lizard man.&nbsp; As tough as his scales might make him a blaster shot in the face would likely kill him just like most other species in the galaxy.&nbsp; A pained nod was given as he would back off.&nbsp; "Take it."&nbsp; <br><br>The other pirates present would look tense before Shaa Raa made his announcement about the explosives as they seemed to rethink their actions.&nbsp; Their second in command only watched idly as the tension began to bleed off the others as they returned to their drinks, the Trandoshan moving much farther away from the wares and Ve'tralla.&nbsp; There was business at hand now as the leader and the agent would exchange words as the human known as Delon would nod.&nbsp; "We have our eyes on somethings but we aren't getting in too deep yet, why you going to try and negotiate the price again?"&nbsp; He asked suspiciously as there was a slight shake of the head of the agent.&nbsp; "Hardly, it's a lot of creds but the information should be worth it.&nbsp; Now where is it?"&nbsp; Delon would look to his second in command before he leaned forward, which made it look even more like a deal to any outsider that might be watching.&nbsp; "I have it all compiled in a datapad that you will get once I get my creds.&nbsp; However I am sure you want proof so..."&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching into his belt he withdrew a small circular display disc as he handed it over.&nbsp; The agent would turn it on as it displayed a map that showed a path through the asteroids to get into skip one.&nbsp; Clicking the button on the side it cycled to a face that most knew in being Haratta the Hutt, one of the major crime bosses on Skip 1.&nbsp; Anyone looking hard could see what looked like a dossier on Haratta as he continued to press the button glancing at the information before shutting it off.&nbsp; Pocking the disc he would nod as he motioned towards the bald human sitting a few tables behind him, one of the bodyguard detail.&nbsp; Putting out his hand as he approached he would withdraw two credit sticks and put them on the table.&nbsp; "That's a quarter of it as a deposit.&nbsp; Where can we do the hand off?"&nbsp; <br><br>Delon would grab the credit sticks as he looked to him with a big grin.&nbsp; "I will send you the coordinates, we won't be meeting on a skip but inside the belt,&nbsp; much more secure for both of us."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>26-11-2017, 08:51:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zabrak<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mechanic Savant<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Street outside Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone Ve'Tralla in particular<br><br>The meeting itself seemed a little on the anti climactic side, but as the details poured through his datapad from Z-Bots spycam and microphone it became obvious that this was probably the most lucrative find he had ever stumbled across. At the meet there will be credits as well as information worth credits. All he would have to do is discern the best way to profit from it. <br><br>First things first he thinks as he types on his datapad with a hard focus. Comlinks on the two men. Both had them. Comlinks work on specific coded frequencies. If he could lock down the buyer as well as the sellers comlinks and decode the encryption in time, he would have both sides of the conversation. This puts him in a very lucrative position. As a man needing credits to survive, he realized that on this score he could survive a very long time. He needed allies he could trust and a quiet place to work. He also needed a ship, which could be a sticking point in this plan.<br><br>Switching over to a txt chat program on his datapad he types a message to her. 'Is your ship unbroken?' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 09:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shaa Raa<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Zebrin, Raa Shaa, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Therion<br><hr>Initially Ve'tralla wasn't thrilled by the inclusion of Shaa Raa's bluff, she'd have liked to have gotten out a bit of her frustration beating the Trandoshian to death and perhaps a few of his cohorts, but she was able to get past the initial disappointment. In his defense, as one whom avoids conflict such as himself, she understood the strategy to avoiding a rather violent outcome. As the Trandoshian backed off, an honorable enough species that he wouldn't try to cheat her out of an honorable death, she holstered her blaster and turned to Shaa Raa with a glance of mild irritation. "Charge the cred stick and load the power cell." Her communicator chattered. "I'll be taking my leave. We will discuss how best to make up the trouble to you at another time."<br><br>Shaa Raa knew her well enough to know that not only did she mean business but that she was also good for it. She had wares the Kel Dor merchant had long sought after, ancient arms from wars years past which he wanted both in full and in parts, and despite her reluctance to sell them some situations bore greater fruit than they ever could. The transmission from Zebrin spoke of that well enough. Rarely did her favorite mechanic involve himself in any situation that wasn't fashioned of circuits, conduits, and a bit of lithium grease. Her vocalizer went silent though the words within her helmet did not, transmitting speech to text to the com that had messaged her, replying to the query that scrolled across the top left of her helmet's display. "Docked since last you overhauled the shielding cpu. Should I be expecting passengers?" Unlike Zebrin she could care less about whether or not the others were included, Ve'tralla was often a bit reckless, but if they increased the odds she'd be able to keep her favored technician alive she'd tolerate them. Even Tyron whom she half respected and half wanted to go toe to toe with. Therion was little more than a question mark in her book as she knew little of his past exploits, as well covered up as they were, whereas Kea and Nealla she was a touch fond of.<br><br>She kept her position awaiting the return of her fully armed blaster cannon, keeping her attention turned toward the Trandoshian and the Red Rancors as she trusted his cohorts far less than the Trandoshian himself, not sure whether whatever Zebrin had planned would involve the Kel Dor merchant or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 12:29:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/25/c2/79/25c2795fe8e2ae1ab68c24c0a7d3dc71.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Zebrin (http://sheet url)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Zabrak<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mechanic Savant<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Street outside Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone Ve'Tralla in particular<br><br>Time is of the essence and the Rancors and their agent buddy could communicate the drop location at any time. Dropping into an alley and decoding the comms could be done, but it is not without risk. The two legged predators in this area are dangerous, and he would have better time working with a constant power supply as well as a well lit and safe environment. He reaches out through the datapad and continues to watch what is continuing to happen in the cantina through the enabled cameras and the eyes of his droid. <br><br>He types a response to Ve'Tralla which she is not likely to understand. "Z-bot has your six...we need more blasters...and I need a safe place to work. One battle is not the war."<br><br>He knows the two of them cannot possibly beat the entire Rancor crew by themselves, and he hopes Ve'Tralla might have a few friends that can lend them a hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 23:08:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr> <br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You'll need to pick the power cell up later,"</span></span> Shaa Raa said, turning down his vocalizer to conversational levels.&nbsp; His bluff about the weapons would likely cost him any more sales.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; He only had a handful of weapons left.&nbsp; He'd made more than he'd expected.&nbsp; Several of the Red Rancors had also traded in some smaller weapons, which gave him additional stock to turn over.<br><br>He caught a glimpse of Haratta the Hutt's image and made a note to drop him a message, letting him know that he was being discussed under suspicious circumstances.&nbsp; He might get a reward but he doubted it.&nbsp; Hutts generally didn't like paying for information that was volunteered.&nbsp; Still, it might buy him a small favour.&nbsp; Speaking of favours....<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You know where to find me.&nbsp; We can discuss recompense later." </span></span>&nbsp; <br><br>He began slowly packing up.&nbsp; He'd most definitely overstayed his welcome and a few of the Red Rancors were looking at their weapons and then back at him.&nbsp; Perhaps they were considering something as mundane as a refund.&nbsp; Likely they were contemplating murder.&nbsp; More than one was in the process of dismantling their new toys, looking for the booby trap.&nbsp; They wouldn't find it and either they would laugh at the bluff or they would want to rough him up for puting one over on them.&nbsp; All he needed was another minute....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rebelle</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 06:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/03/22/340322051e545b40106fa6964a4cae75.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kea Elysar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647790#msg13647790)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> - Human [Corellian]<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> - Information Broker/Secrets Dealer/Negotiator<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; -&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -Sending Messages to: Tyron, Nealla, Therion, &amp; AJ | Mentioning: Vee &amp; Shaa Raa<hr><br>The gray blue plume of smoke seemed to swirl around her – as if a tangible representation of the webs that she had weaved, the threads that seemed to stretch far and wide when it came to the girl who had always known the Smuggler’s Run as her home.&nbsp; She had not been some off-shoot, had not been some transplant.&nbsp; This was her only home, besides the stars – and she would be damned if anyone or anything was going to try and take that away from her.&nbsp; A small smirk came to her lips when Tyron stated that he didn’t like it when she had bad feelings, and the reason as to why, and the dark haired woman gave a small nod of her head, and actual sincere smile as he told her he would always have her back, “I know, and the same is said in my regard as well.”&nbsp; Though when he had begun to realize exactly –who- she had called in and saying that there was plenty for all of them, even when he was being greedy, it was the next part… That moment when he realized exactly –how- many she had in the cantina that caused her to pull the cigarra from her lips and gave him that sort of smile that was two parts cunning, one part charismatic, “I like the odds when they’re in my favor, you know that,” she would shrug a shoulder and ash the cigarra before settling back and considered his question.<br><br>What <em>had</em> she heard lately.<br><br>Too many things to count.<br><br>So she broke it down for both him and Nealla to hear, “someone big is moving.&nbsp; They want names and numbers on heads, poking around where their noses don’t belong.&nbsp; It smells… Really bad,” she tapped the side of her nose as if to prove her point.&nbsp; Then gave a nod of her head towards Tyron, “exactly just <em>that</em> and when you add it all up together, it isn’t good.&nbsp; I’m talking… Core World not good,” her voice was low enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she shifted the conversation to something that could be overheard, responding to Nealla’s statement of creds being on the line, “I’m not much of a… Conventional gambler,” she grinned, “besides… This is a bet free area, no creds on the table.&nbsp; Just so happens, I like visiting with my two favorite Mando’a, is that such a bad thing?”&nbsp; The smile was unmistakable, her eyes flickering towards AJ when she got blown a kiss and she gave a soft chuckle.&nbsp; “Your cooking is <em>fine</em>… I.. just want a stomach afterwards,” she would shrug with a shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Just your company, as always, is quite good enough,” for many reasons.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then… The scoundrel’s eyes would slowly flicker towards Shaa Raa as he and Vee were having what anyone could call… an ‘interesting’ time.&nbsp; His statement alone, the loud exclamation caused Kea’s entire body to tense for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>it was a distraction, but for whom or for what?&nbsp; “Who’s pocket is he in?”&nbsp; The words slipped out before she could even think about stopping them.<br><br>Tyron’s advice was heeded as her dark eyes flickered over the Cathar.&nbsp; He was imposing, and there had to be a reason why he hadn’t made his move.&nbsp; It was an interesting one, and perhaps something they could definitely utilize if needs be.&nbsp; But it was not the time to consider, as the deal was moving it seemed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had seen enough – brief glances as she didn’t want to seem like she was staring, after all.&nbsp; “By the stars,” she whispered under her breath.&nbsp; They had info on Haratta, as Hutts went, there were better ones and there were far worse ones.&nbsp; Licking her lips, her eyes flickered towards the two whom shared her table.&nbsp; “That can’t be all of it,” she didn’t know what was being said at the table, but the Rancors wouldn’t be this boisterous if it was just for <em>that</em>… <br><br>Would they?<br><br>Eyes glancing towards Vee and Shaa Raa now that the things had calmed down, slowly, she took stock of those she knew, as opposed to those she knew who might try to start something.&nbsp; The only question was.. What did they do now?&nbsp; Inform the Hutt?&nbsp; Let Black Sun know?&nbsp; One thing was certain, this wasn’t just some grab for power, it didn’t feel.. <em>right</em>.&nbsp; “I’ve got a feeling…”&nbsp; Her voice was soft, her instinct… Her gut was telling her there was something <em>more</em> and it made her uneasy.&nbsp; “Any suggestions?”&nbsp; She was definitely all ears at this moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 03:49:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The agent would listen to the pirate across from him as he would nod in understanding.&nbsp; "Sounds like a very secure location, don't anyone ever call you foolish Delon."&nbsp; His second would look to the agent who seemed unbothered by the larger man's gaze on him.&nbsp; "Til then, enjoy your night."&nbsp; The hired muscle would all move as soon as the agent rose from his chair as it became obvious to everyone in the bar they were all in contact somehow.&nbsp; These were professionals as they would all move for the door as the Red Rancors did not move from where they were fanned out in the cantina.&nbsp; They seemed to be taking up residence for now even if the Trandoshan would stay away from Ve'tralla.&nbsp; <br><br>Delon would take a sip from his drink as he spoke to his lieutenant, "Didn't even touch his drink, you can tell he has not kriffin' idea what hard work is."&nbsp; He mused to himself as his eyes lingered towards the mandalorians and information broker raising his drink.&nbsp; "No hard feelings on getting scooped right?"&nbsp; His words were said loudly towards Kea and the two mercenaries, he had become bold considering where the small pirate group had come from but their membership seemed to be swelling and the credits he was soon to get no doubt made him think he could take on just about anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>The Red Rancors at the bar would cast much more attention on Shaa Raa as they were looking at their weapons for what he spoke of.&nbsp; "Please don't get your blood on my bar Shaa Raa or I am going to charge you more."&nbsp; Came the rough tone of the female Twi'lek bartender as one of the pirates looked at his squarely.&nbsp; "I think you are full of poodoo and they isn't any trap on this gun!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 04:11:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr> <br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You could be correct,"</span></span> Shaa Raa said, setting down his weapon case and waving to acknowledge the bartender's comment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Booby trapping weapons makes it hard to get repeat customers.&nbsp; It makes it easy to make sure things between two people don't escalate."</span></span> He looked at the Red Rancor.&nbsp; It was a good thing that the majority of his face was covered by the breathing mask and eye shields.&nbsp; It made him so much more difficult to read.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I would also remind you that the blaster you are holding does not have a power cell in it, unlike the one I have my hand on.&nbsp; Now, I could buy you a drink to make up for the little trick I played on you or we can take this outside, where one of us will likely need the services of a medic or if things go too badly, will be beyond the need for said services.&nbsp; So what do you say?&nbsp; A drink on me or an eternity staring up at nothing?"</span></span>&nbsp; The words were delivered in an emotionless monotone, an advantage of using a vocalizer.&nbsp; Delivered in his own voice, the pirate might have detected a tremor.&nbsp; Shaa Raa was a good talker but he was no match for a pirate and several of his friends in a fight.<br><br>He'd chosen to live in the belly of the beast.&nbsp; His life here was going to be full of moments like this, his existence dancing on the edge of a blade.&nbsp; Would the pirate see that there was no harm done or would he want blood to satisfy his bruised ego over being tricked?&nbsp; If he lived, so much the better.&nbsp; If he died....<br><br>If he died, he'd never need to admit to his father that he couldn't survive on his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 20:16:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day-146/3BBY - Late Evening - Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Nealla, Therion, AJ, Shaa Raa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; His fellow Mando did a quick sweep and counted the numbers, wondering if she could even leave that many behind for him. "If the lady would be so kind as to try her best." She warned him next about not underestimating his foes. She was right. Even a Mandalorian Jedi could have an off day if he wasn't careful. "Always. Treating them with contempt only takes away from the thrill of it all." Sitting with the ladies while the Rancor's and Delon had their back and forth was hilarious. These guys were so bad that they just had juicy info all out in the open. Info his helmet was steadily recording with audio and video. Haratta's dossier, their conversation, all of it would be available on his personal data feed later.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't worry, Kea. My helmet's getting everything it can. We can go over it all later. For now though...I say we wait. Insert ourselves into this situation. That way we can maybe keep all out war from breaking out and make ourselves some money at the same time. Plus, Shaa Raa's been over there the whole time," he said with a slight nod toward the Kel Dor. "I'll bet good money the Hutt's going to at least hear about some bad news from him. From there, we can keep eyes on both groups until things get ready to get hot, then we can swoop in. I can even fly us anywhere we need." <br><br>Looking up from the ladies, his eyes fell on the bartender who suddenly grew a huge pair of Bantha balls because of the sheer amount of Rancor's in the place. He snickered and sipped a bit more of his Ale. Then he waved his hand so imperceptibly no one would have even seen it move. As he did, a small tremor shook the bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary as heavy ships flew overhead all the time. The tremor knocked over a shot glass onto the floor. <br><br>From there, all it took was a flight push with the Force and the bartender slipped, leaving the floor and comically flipping before slamming down hard. The cantina went almost dead silent, then the barman groaned and stood up, holding his head. "No hard feelin's at all. Now get me another damn drink, hahah!" Everyone exploded into laughter at the spectacle, and maybe even the Rancor's upset with Shaa were more focused on how dumb the barman had just looked. everyone loved to laugh at someone else's pain it seemed.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>13-12-2017, 06:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zebrin, GM NPC Imperial Spy<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Shaa Raa, Zebrin<br><hr>Shaa Raa wasn't exactly the altruistic sort of individual. Which would likely explain to her why he hadn't understood what she meant by making up the trouble some other time. Ve'tralla had of course expected him to have a power cell handy to install. Fortunately he at least knew the general vicinity of where she hung up her boots and she needn't carry around a blaster cannon with no power cell when she followed through on her thinking. At least so far as that went she could make certain things worked out in some manner. His bluff, which she assumed was indeed a bluff, was of little interest to her. Though it may have saved the Trandoshian from meeting his end and a rather violent outcome from happening. Then, by default, the owners and bar tenders quite the repair bill and mess to clean up.<br><br>Without so much as a further word to him she kept her vocalizer silenced externally she furthered her speech to text conversation with Zebrin's data pad as she followed after the Imperial Agent whose identity and agenda she thus far knew very little about. Even so she had the means and motivation to develop a plan of her own. "Hold your bot in position. Do not follow. Three hours, my place." Her blaster rifle dangled from it's strap on her shoulder with both pistols, vibro daggers, and her vibro sword all sheathed and holstered. Her right hand went to the pad on her left wrist and with a few short keystrokes she activated her external vocalizer so as to speak toward the man surrounded by body guards. At this point she wasn't far from them, surely the guards were aware of her pursuit, and the attention would play to her point. She wasn't interested in being stealthy. "You must be new here. How would you like a new best friend?"<br><br>The plan, at least in theory, was a simple one which was rather dependent on all the working parts. There was more than one way it could end in her favor, at least one that could prove to be a rather mute point, and of course one or two that could end extremely poorly for her if not fatally. Big risks, big rewards. Most concerning were the final stages of the plan should he be interested in exploring the option with her. The body guards weren't as concerning at present as perhaps they should be but she was a somewhat reckless woman. Hell, she was an entrepreneur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 22:15:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The larger pirates would stare down Shaa Raa as he did his best to explain why he had lied to them about the booby trapped blasters.&nbsp; It seemed to be going over like a take off missing half your repulsorlifts as he issued the idea that he had a blaster himself that could be used.&nbsp; There was no fear for a long moment as it seemed the idea of going outside and taking their chances seemed worth their hurt pride from being tricked.&nbsp; The falling glass and the human male bartender hitting the ground brought their eyes to swing around as finally a smile cracked on the grizzled pirates face.&nbsp; His fellow bartender just shook her head as the tension seemed to have bled off just a bit more.&nbsp; It was another long moment before the pirate spoke.&nbsp; "Ale."&nbsp; He said as he looked to the twi'lek who began to pour it.&nbsp; "On him."&nbsp; His meaty finger pointed to Shaa Raa before he would take the deposited drink and give him one more look before finally breaking the stand off.&nbsp; <br><br>Both Delon and his second in command sat and watched their own spread out to own the cantina as they spoke quietly to each other.&nbsp; "Get the gunboat for this, heavy armor in case he tries something."&nbsp; Delon seemed to not completely trust the agent as the catharn would nod and rise as he moved away from his boss and towards another group of pirates near a sabbacc table that was blinking off and on, likely on it's last leg.&nbsp; <br><br>The agent was moving quickly but Ve'tralla caught up to them quickly as she would see at least two blasters drawn as she spoke up as the man turned to look to her.&nbsp; "What if I said I had enough friends?"&nbsp; He eyed sure with suspicion as two of the hired muscle stayed close and the other two began to fan out.&nbsp; "You are looking to get hired I take it as you don't seem very friendly with how you are dressed."&nbsp; The display by her had him intrigued as he watched her from where he stood.&nbsp; There was tension there and even though it was easing inside of Dreggs there was a ripple those that had senses in the force could feel, something dark washed over them like a cold gust of wind that seemed to cut through armor, clothing, and flesh right into their core.&nbsp; The source of it was not something one could locate no matter how gifted but it was near enough to no doubt make most who felt it look over their collective shoulders.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>16-12-2017, 23:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Shaa Raa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13645182#msg13645182)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Kel Dor<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Scavenger, Mechanic, Trader, Gambler, Information Broker and general Scoundrel<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Dregs Cantina | Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Shaa Raa could have kissed the human bartender for breaking the tension.&nbsp; He'd probably just saved the Kel Dor's life.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Make it a double,"</span></span> Shaa Raa said, tossing enough cash on the bar to pay for the drink twice over.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Keep the change.&nbsp; Ladies, gentlemen and those who fit into neither category, I bid you good evening.&nbsp; Now that I'm gone, they won't be able to blame me for any damage to the furniture."</span></span> He waved and moved slowly towards the door.&nbsp; <br><br>The distance seemed like light years to him but at last the door handle was in his hand and he was safely out into the cool night.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't entirely safe from the Red Rancor's ire so he kept his hand close to his blaster as he made his way to his speeder bike.&nbsp; It was a little difficult strapping the weapons case on one handed but he didn't rush.&nbsp; There was no profit in losing the case and all the weapons that were traded in.&nbsp; He relaxed a little when he was finally underway but didn't relax completely until he was well away from the Dregs and back in more familiar territory.<br><br>The first thing he did when he got back to his corner of the market was to make sure he wasn't being followed.&nbsp; Then he put in a call to a certain Hutt, who probably didn't yet know that the Red Rancors were getting a little too big for their britches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>17-12-2017, 03:57:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://uproxx.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thekilling_s2_joelkinnaman_gallery_652.jpg?quality=100&amp;w=650)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Therion Altier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647338#msg13647338)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Laborer<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Shaa Raa,&nbsp; Ve'tralla, AJ, Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion would drink from the juri juice and merely use his senses to listen the best he could.&nbsp; The way that the man was operating with the pirates would set off all many of claxons in his brain as he let out a frustrated breathe through his nostrils.&nbsp; His brown eyes would flicker towards the bar but he didn't pay the scene that much mind as it returned to the pirates that sat making their plans.&nbsp; In his mind he saw the threat of Imperial fingers creeping into the Run and he couldn't abide that happening, not with his history.&nbsp; The ripple in the force was like shooting spice into a recovered addicts arm as it washed over him with the unmistakable pull of the dark side.&nbsp; It only further sealed his assumptions as he would frown from beneath the hood as he tightened his grip on his glass before downing the rest.&nbsp; The liquor burned but the sensation barely registered to his senses as his mind was another place as he would get up from where he sat.&nbsp; Moving right past the table with the pirate captain and his second he would see the glare that was cast his way by the overly aggressive catharian as he would pull his hood off his head.&nbsp; His own eyes shined with the yellow ring that wrapped around his pupils as he didn't break eye contact as the larger pirate did not do anything more.&nbsp; <br><br>His next steps were directly to the table where the two mandalorians and the information dealer sat.&nbsp; Looking to the lone waitress he would motion to the empty glass in his hand as he sat it down on the table and looked to the three as he pulled out an empty chair and sat down without even a request to do so.&nbsp; Something had come over him as he felt his anger burning in a brilliant display that would likely wash over Tyron.&nbsp; "Your unknown is a buckethead lover, would guess of the spook variety too.&nbsp; The question is what are you going to kriffin do about it?&nbsp; Reds there at least have to go, vape them or at least cut two levels of leadership right off the top."&nbsp; He would likely chastise himself for it later but he had fallen right back into what he spent so much time resisting, all he knew was that Imperials could not be allowed to take hold of his hiding place, he already felt the wave of the dark side which meant that it likely wasn't just imperial agents he had to worry about.&nbsp; <br><br>Instincts were screaming to pull his blaster and end the Rancors right there, with the head cut off the beast it would send a message what happened to those that made deals with the Empire out in the black.&nbsp; It sounded so simple and yet at the same time he knew it would be damning, somewhere in the back of his mind another voice was telling him to practice patience, to merely help those that seemed interested in stopping the threat.&nbsp; He was sure he would be making a trip to his hidden headhunter after this meeting though, he couldn't play the part of the naive laborer, not until this threat was gone from Smuggler's Run.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>20-12-2017, 05:13:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> GM NPC Imperial Spy<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> None<br><hr>Though her own emotions, especially anger, could be felt by those sensitive to the ways of the force Ve'tralla was untrained and felt little of it herself. Though she was a warrior of some significant skill. Her awareness of the drawn blasters wasn't something she offered outwardly, making no move for any of her own weaponry, as she imagined they were of little danger to her without orders nor hostile action taken. Even then she wondered how skilled they were. She'd faced worse odds and won on more than one occasion. Provoking them, however, was contrary to her benefit. "I'd tell you quality, just as the saying goes, is better than quantity. Your current company is about as subtle as a pack of rampaging wompas."<br><br>Quietly she observed as two of his guards fanned out, better positioning themselves should they need to deal with her in a more violent way, going so far as to turn her head in either of their direction a moment to make it obvious. While she was dressed for battle this was the most common attire she wore outside the comfort of what she considered her home. She settled on the agent once more and gave a faint shrug. "Given the right motivation I can be very friendly." Her vocalizer crackled as she considered her position. It would be a very disappointing outcome to what she believed a potentially very lucrative dealing if those guards really pressed her. Though she did quietly wonder what sort of talent the man himself had if any. "I want the job after the job. Unless of course you intended to be as noticeable as a Hutt in a casino. I suppose if you'd like to test me first that's fair enough."<br><br>Ve'tralla kept her full plans vague, intentionally of course, never one to tilt her hand before all the cards were on the table. She was something of a savant regarding strategy, whether it be in a casino or combat, and business negotiations were no different. It was hard to tell how much this man understood his folly in trusting the Red Rancors or if perhaps the attention was an intentional ploy to draw in like minds. At the very least he'd managed to garner her interest in manipulating the situation to ensure her gains were maximized.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: GM Scenes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 02:38:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1</strong></span></strong><br>(https://planetdystopia.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/oldcity2.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dregs Cantina<br><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 146 3 BBY, Late Evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open to all<br><br><hr><br>The agent would regard Ve'tralla as she could see the man actually smile as he would reach into his coat but slowly as he pulled out a piece of flimsy.&nbsp; Written on it was on a frequency for contact as he would then slowly make it more clear.&nbsp; "This is my contact, you will receive a message an hour before the job, be prepared for ground and otherwise space bound operations.&nbsp; Pay won't be talked about before then, if you don't agree to any of this then the job might not be for you."&nbsp; He challenged her practically as the others around him only continued to monitor the woman who had been very bold.&nbsp; The agent would only wait for a yes or not before turning to continue to leave the area.&nbsp; There was appreciating tenacity but what was the price or pay was still something very much unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>The Red Rancors would continue to inhabit the cantina but wouldn't be doing much more than asserting themselves as having a good time.&nbsp; Nothing else of import to discuss for the night it seemed.&nbsp; 
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