X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13
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				Title: <strong>X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 00:58:58</strong>
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				(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/4/46/IndependenceConcourse.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br>"Lucky Lower 13" Is the nickname of the former 13th Concourse ballroom, now converted into a cantina for the crew of the <em>Independence</em>.&nbsp; The ship left Endor space 8 hours ago, and the room is filled with the usual motley assortment of off duty ace pilots, Mon Calamari crew members, and civilian hangers on.&nbsp; Additionally, there's more than a few of the less badly injured casualties of war walking around, taking advantage of their extra ration coupons.&nbsp; <br><br>Over at "Lucky Table 13," Lando Calrissian grinned his sharkish grin, and hit the shuffle button on the sabbac deck, giving the table a new hand of cards.&nbsp; He was steadily acquiring enough ration coupons to start his own military surplus corporation.&nbsp; ...or embalm a Rancor with alcohol.<br><br>The doors of the cantina opened up, and several crewmembers carrying large boxes came in.&nbsp; "Just got your medals and patches boys!"&nbsp; 2nd lieutenant Ralgis announced, ordering his underlings to set up the boxes against a fairly unoccupied wall.&nbsp; "Line up over here, here, or here for your Endor patch."&nbsp; Ralgis bellowed, pointing to three boxes that were rapidly being opened.&nbsp; "If you were wounded during the fighting, line up here to receive the Marek Crest."&nbsp; Finally, Ralgis took on a somewhat more somber tone, setting down the metal box he carried.&nbsp; "If you participated in the assault on the shield generator, come and talk to me."&nbsp; He said, eyes scanning the room to see how people were reacting.&nbsp; <br><br>The lieutenant took a deep breath, knowing that the room was about to get hectic.&nbsp; "Each of your Endor patches have also been packaged with 3 alcohol ration coupons, as a gift from alliance high command."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 01:07:53</strong>
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				Looking up from the drink she'd been nursing, Corporal Alanna Danaron's eyes narrowed a little as she watched General Calrissian from across the room.&nbsp; While, at times, she thought his behavior was less than appropriate for a general, she figured that he had earned the right to let loose a little.&nbsp; The guy had flown into the mouth of the rancor, really.&nbsp; He was the pilot who, along with Wedge Antilles, had blown the core of the Death Star to bits, along with the rest of the station.&nbsp; Seeing how the man grinned and laughed as he won another hand, she smiled a little herself before taking another sip from her beer.<br><br>As the group of men entered the cantina, she turned her attention to Ralgis as he spoke.&nbsp; As he finished speaking, she sighed, shaking her head a little as all the rookies scrambled to get in line for their patches.&nbsp; She would pick up hers later, but now... she was more curious as to what the lieutenant wanted to talk to the commandos about.&nbsp; She drained the rest of her beer and stood up, taking a moment to glance down at the R2 unit near her.&nbsp; "Well, Beeper... we might as well go see what he wants, huh?"&nbsp; Beeper gave a low warble, managing to sound curious himself, if that was possible.&nbsp; Then, seeming to think, he made a sound like a raspberry.&nbsp; <br><br>Alanna laughed and lightly smacked the top of his dome.&nbsp; "Hey, be polite, Beeper.&nbsp; He's a superior officer, that doesn't mean he's going to be an ass."&nbsp; Beeper warbled again, sounding disbelieving, but he followed his owner regardless as she made her way over to join the small contingent of commandos that were gathering around the lieutenant.&nbsp; What was this all about?&nbsp; Moving to the front of the group, she saluted the lieutenant with a slight grin.&nbsp; "Corporal Danaron here, sir.&nbsp; I think this is everyone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 01:33:07</strong>
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				It had been a long shift,&nbsp; Khementari had flitted between wounded and dying soldiers.&nbsp; She head heard their screams, felt their blood beneath her gloves, smelled death approaching.&nbsp; For some, it would have been stressful, but for her it was merely aggravating.&nbsp; These people could have been saved, if only one of them was willing to open themselves up to her,&nbsp; alas,&nbsp; these men and woman seemed happy to watch comrades and friends lives come to an end as they gambled with medicine and clunky medical procedures.&nbsp; It made her sick,&nbsp; but what was she too do?<br><br>She walked the corridors alone, slipping amongst soldiers and civilian alike.&nbsp; It was easy enough for the nurse,&nbsp; she seemed to be of a svelte build with long elegant limbs.&nbsp; Her face was serene, with high cheek bones and sharp features.&nbsp; Her lips were full and red,&nbsp; her eyes large and expressive despite their chilling steel grey color.&nbsp; Her skin was a soft pale white,&nbsp; which wasn’t uncommon for someone who spent most of their time in a space fairing vessel where the light of a sun was hard to come by.&nbsp; Her long snow white hair hung down to her mid-back,&nbsp; it was full,&nbsp; and looked to be silken soft to the touch.&nbsp; She wore loose fitting clothes that seemed to be designed to hide her body from view leaving only her head and neck exposed, and loose enough to not reveal the subtle curves of her body.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; the occasional shift of the fabric would reveal a glimpse of a perfectly toned leg,&nbsp; our the shape of one of her breasts would be perfectly outlined by the thin free flowing cloth.<br><br>When she came to the cantina she kept silent,&nbsp; slipping through the throng.&nbsp; She allowed those cool colored orbs of hers to scan the room.&nbsp; She knew the names of many of the high ranking officers,&nbsp; though she rarely interacted with them.&nbsp; She would flash an occasional smile at one of the wandering injured to keep up pretenses&nbsp; before she took a seat at the bar.&nbsp; She ordered a glass of water,&nbsp; while it was fun at times to play at intoxication her systems would quickly purge the light toxin from her system before she was able to feel the full affects.&nbsp; She remained silent, as she brought the glass upward allowing her lower lip to slide beneath the cool smooth surface as she drank down the cold fluid.&nbsp; It wasn’t a necessity,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; once more it was meant to keep up appearances amongst a crew who wasn’t supposed to know that Pandora’s box walked amongst them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 01:48:39</strong>
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				Ralgan opened up his metal box, revealing it to be full of rather heavy looking silver medals, each bearing symbol of the rebellion over the republican eagle. &nbsp;"You've each been awarded the order of the republic." &nbsp;Ralgan said quietly but reverently, handing out the package containing the medal to each commando and saluting each recipient in turn. &nbsp;"The package also contains your other medals and patches, so that the heroes of the rebellion don't have to stand in line." &nbsp;He said with a smile, closing up the case and departing to find other commandos. &nbsp;<br><br>Bren Derlin, the leader of the Endor Strike Team, stuffed the medal in his jacket, putting on a show of nonchalance. &nbsp;"Yep, another one to show to mommy. &nbsp;I'm putting it right above my bed!" &nbsp;He said sarcastically, unable to hide his grin. &nbsp;"Now, the <em>Accuser</em> affair, that's what we deserved medals for. &nbsp;That and putting up with the racket the ewoks made when we won." &nbsp;He said, grinning widely. &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 02:03:13</strong>
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				Uther sat at a table with another fellow civilian. &nbsp;As usual, the merchant was trying to make contacts and maintain the somewhat tenuous income. &nbsp;He was a man who knew how to find what you needed, and he was sure to let anyone and everyone know that. &nbsp;His methods were not always so overt. &nbsp;Many times, he would hint at his "profession" in small talk with people to give them the subtle message, and sure enough; they would return at a later time needing some item that good ole' Uther could provide them.<br><br>He was not a very tall man, but he was crafty nonetheless. &nbsp;"If you need anything, my good man, just come talk to me. &nbsp;I've been around many systems, and I know exactly where to find just about anything..." &nbsp;Uther gave the man a salesman's smile before turning away to find his next potential customer, but Cyril walked into the bar then. &nbsp;The older man spotted him immediately, and he walked over to the younger man to perhaps talk to someone about something other than business.<br><br>"Hey Uth. &nbsp;Find any business yet?" &nbsp;The duo moved over to an empty table to take a seat. &nbsp;Uther looked over at him with clear blue eyes. &nbsp;"Not just yet, but you know how it goes. &nbsp;They'll need me eventually, and that's how it will always be." &nbsp;He stated more out of fact than out of overconfidence. &nbsp;Uther had never talked with any buyer who wanted his services at that very moment. &nbsp;Buyers would either come back to him, or they would come to him for the first time because someone else had referred them to Uther. &nbsp;It was the way he did business, and it was quite effective.<br><br>"Where's Arlan and Barcus?" &nbsp;The two of them chatted for a while about anything other than business. &nbsp;Cyril informed him that Arlan was asleep, and Barcus was assisting in the care of the injured. &nbsp;Uther thought about the past few days. &nbsp;The battle wasn't that long ago, yet it seemed like things were changing so quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 02:12:11</strong>
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				Alanna laughed and turned her medal over in her hands, deciding after a moment that it would look pretty amazing on her dress uniform. &nbsp;Tucking it into the pocket of her fatigues, she turned to look at her superior officer with a grin. &nbsp;"With all due respect, sir, those ewoks saved our sorry asses. &nbsp;Loud and obnoxious they may have been, but those little guys put the Stormies to shame." &nbsp;Beeper gave a low whistle of agreement, his dome swiveling to observe Khementari, his sensors confused for a moment by her inorganic make-up before figuring out that she was a human-like droid.<br><br>Hearing Beeper's murmur of confusion, Alanna turned her attention to the droid as the group of commandos broke up, most of them laughing and clapping each other on the back as soldiers usually do right after a massive mission.&nbsp; Seeing that Beeper's attention was focused on a particular spot, she then moved her gaze to the person he was looking at as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Sizing the woman up (Roll for Awareness, result of +1... +3 from her Alertness skill... gets +4), Alanna frowned as she got an odd feeling about her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, her.&nbsp; Yeah, I don't know quite what to make of her.&nbsp; She seems a bit... off, doesn't she, Beeper?" &nbsp;The droid whistled his agreement, turning to look at his owner and making a series of chirps. &nbsp;"No, I don't know who she is. &nbsp;I've seen her around the ship before though. &nbsp;She works in the Med-Bay. A nurse or something, I think." &nbsp;Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for broke. &nbsp;Despite an alarmed whine from Beeper, Alanna walked over to Khementari's table, clearing her throat a little before speaking to the strange woman. &nbsp;"You... you work in the Med-Bay right?&nbsp; I'm Alanna."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 02:40:08</strong>
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				These humans were incredibly dense. The simplest information could be easily deflected or ignored by their feeble minds attempting to mold the world to their desired state. Blinking her shiny gray eyes slowly, Zeta repeated herself. "I cannot state this more clearly. I do not drink. Therefore, I would not be interested in drinking with you." After some inquiries, she had discovered that "having a drink with someone" meant an introductory sort of courtship. Zeta could understand this; her form had been expressly designed to attract humans and near-humans. Regardless, no matter how many of them she turned away, more always appeared, asking her to "drink" and "grab a bite" and "come to the rec area" with them. <em>It is unfortunate,</em> Zeta thought. If her social programming hadn't been damaged, she might be able to more accurately assess these "people" and manipulate them to her advantage. As it stood, she just wanted to kill them all. Fortunately for them, they were quite useful as allies, and shared (somewhat) a goal with her. They wanted to defeat the Empire. Zeta wanted to kill Imperials. <em>Close enough.</em><br><br>The meatbags were doling out awards and accolades to each other and rejoicing heartily at their success only hours before. Zeta had no interest in these things, but expected them to be presented to her at some point. She would accept them, and wear them, because it would be expected of her - the same reason she did most things around here that didn't directly involve robbing Imperials of their precious life force. For now, though, she leaned against the wall, arms folded under her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:04:32</strong>
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				She was a bit surprised at the sound behind her,&nbsp; she pivoted in her stool and came to rest with both her elbows on the bartop.&nbsp; Without even a hint of self concealment cold grey eyes swept over the strangers form, drinking her in as if she was appraising the woman sexually while looking for natural weaknesses in the strangers body.&nbsp; When Khementari had finished the overt ogling her full red lips suddenly twisted into a wide friendly grin flashing a set of pearly white teeth.<br><br>“I do…”&nbsp; Came a husky voice,&nbsp; that seemed stuck somewhere in the early stages of feminine arousal.&nbsp; “I’m Khementari”&nbsp; She purred,&nbsp; as she lifted one of her elbows from the bar as her arm snaked outward.&nbsp; Her long slender glove incased digits moved to gently brush a strand of hair out of Allana’s eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s very nice to meet you Allana…”&nbsp; She said allowing her arm once more to slide backward and support her slight body.&nbsp; “And what brought you to my little corner of the bar…&nbsp; business?”&nbsp; She said gently running a foot against her leg.&nbsp; “Tense muscles perhaps?&nbsp; I’m sure I could think of a way of loosening you up.” A slight chuckle forced its way from her lips.&nbsp; “Or,&nbsp; is it pleasure?&nbsp; Idle banter perhaps,&nbsp; or are you brave enough to come seeking a bed partner.”&nbsp; She was quite interested in seeing the woman’s response to her question,&nbsp; though, for a moment something else caught her wandering eye.<br><br>Cold grey ocular disks slid over the body of Zeta,&nbsp; she was an intriguing figure,&nbsp; a newer model of her kind,&nbsp; perhaps she should have felt a twinge of self doubt,&nbsp; yet she suspected that the rituals used in her creation wouldn’t be made obsolete by simple science.&nbsp; She allowed her eyes to wander for what seemed like an extended instant before they came to rest once more, gazing into the other woman’s eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:23:30</strong>
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				Alanna blushed a little as Khementari's hand moved up to brush away a strand of her hair.&nbsp; Now that she was closer to the woman, it was hard not to notice just how beautiful she was.&nbsp; Everything about her screamed seduction and desire, though the odd, off feeling still remained.&nbsp; Putting those worries aside, Alanna swallowed as she moved to sit down opposite Khementari with a soft smile.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you too, Khementari.&nbsp; I didn't come over here for any particular reason, really.&nbsp; I just thought you might want someone new to talk to besides all the half-drunken pilots ogling you.&nbsp; I know I like a break every now and then."&nbsp; <br><br>She chuckled, signaling for a Galactic Ale from the bartender.&nbsp; As she turned her attention back to Khementari, she blushed once again, seeing how the woman was sizing her up.&nbsp; Her comments from before gave Alanna butterflies in the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; Did she really want something like that?&nbsp; They weren't even acquainted...&nbsp; As a commando, she'd never really had to deal with being attracted to someone.&nbsp; She'd never really liked men anyway, and females in the commandos were pretty much non-existent.&nbsp; As a result, Alanna had somewhat resigned herself to being a loner, though that didn't mean she did not enjoy company.&nbsp; She just figured that she would be single for a long time, at the very least.&nbsp; <br><br>As Khementari's eyes moved toward Zeta, Alanna's followed.&nbsp; "Oh, that's Zeta.&nbsp; A human replica droid, and a pilot with Gold Squadron, I think.&nbsp; She's not the social type, really."&nbsp; Alanna stifled a laugh as Zeta shooed away yet another potential suitor.&nbsp; "The boys are always going after her, I'm surprised she hasn't thrown a few around, honestly.&nbsp; They can be very obnoxious."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:41:23</strong>
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				“Ah, idle banter then.”&nbsp; She said with a grin.&nbsp; “Not as immediately rewarding, though, interesting results have been known to occur.”&nbsp; She said unable to restrain a giggle,&nbsp; the smile slowly faded from her lips to be replaced with a soft playful pout as she leaned her body forward, to get closer to the stranger.&nbsp; The sheer material of her robes flattered her new position giving the commando an eyeful,&nbsp; or at least an outline of two perfectly shaped breasts.&nbsp; She allowed one of those gloves hands to coil around the other woman’s arm,&nbsp; she gently stroked Allana’s skin.<br><br>When she made mention of the machine,&nbsp; once more her eyes shot away to gaze at that lovely bit of equipment. She didn’t try to stifle the primal reaction that surged through her body,&nbsp; her toes curled slightly and a hint of a crimson flush spread across her cheeks, perfectly synthesized by her false skin, and she allowed herself a soft whimper.&nbsp; She pressed her legs together, gently rubbing her own silken thighs against one another.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“She is…&nbsp; rather gorgeous is she not?”&nbsp; She said idly,&nbsp; she didn’t require a response, nor did she seem to care if she was killing a building chemistry,&nbsp; it was merely her voicing her own opinion on that lovely piece of craftsmanship.<br><br>Even as she gazed at the lovely HRD,&nbsp; her feather light touches still danced over the commando’s arm sliding up her shoulders.&nbsp; Occasionally her fingers would slip a bit lower then the strangers shoulders and gently brush her breasts as she leaned backward again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:46:45</strong>
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				Ever the observant one, Zeta caught the glances of two women, both of which she had seen before but was not acquainted with. The sitting one was a nurse, though dressed and acted like something quite different. She appeared human, as Zeta herself did, but Zeta's eyes could see that it was a deceit. She wasn't prepared to assume the answer, but something was different. The other woman was a commando of some sort. Zeta hadn't bothered to read the information available on anyone but those she would be working with directly - after all, there wasn't enough time before this battle to absorb and correllate that much information in time to focus on the battle itself. Perhaps now she could get to that.<br><br>Both women were attractive, by human standards, and their synchronized glance seemed to imply a desire for communication. As she prepared to stand and walk to them, the mysterious sitting woman engaged her in direct eye contact for an unusually long moment. Zeta scanned her visually for any signs of strange or unnatural movements, but there was no way to tell an experienced changeling or a well-constructed HRD from a human without an internal examination, so she filed the suspicion away for later investigation. The stare continued, prompting Zeta to cease her ponderings and walk over to the intertwined ladies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:58:08</strong>
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				Alanna blushed as Khementari's hand drifted across her arm, across her bare shoulder, and then down over the front of her tanktop to lightly brush against her breasts.&nbsp; Subtly biting her lower lip, she felt as her own nipples hardened slightly beneath the fabric of the shirt and her bra beneath.&nbsp; "Interesting results i-indeed..."&nbsp; She swallowed and smiled at her new acquaintance, though her reaction to Zeta was a bit surprising.&nbsp; "Y-yes... yes, she is.&nbsp; She's quite striking, I suppose."&nbsp; Glancing toward Zeta again, she noticed the droid moving to approach them.<br><br>She carefully extricated herself from Khementari's touch, though she briefly glanced at the woman, as if to say that they could continue the flirtation later, if she wished.&nbsp; As Zeta reached the table, she looked up at the android, smiling kindly.&nbsp; "Oh, hello, Major.&nbsp; We were just talking about you, actually.&nbsp; How are you doing tonight?"&nbsp; As she spoke, Alanna's eyes flicked over Zeta's form once again, mildly surprised at how... normal she looked.&nbsp; It was a bit unsettling to see a droid that could imitate human appearance so completely, but... well, the technology had advanced to this point, so it was only natural that they would be in existence.<br><br>Seeming to notice that it was okay for him to approach now, Beeper rolled over to join his owner by the bar, hooting a greeting to the others, his dome swiveling to regard each of them for a moment, though he lingered slightly longer, once again, on the woman in the robe.&nbsp; His optical output flashed rapidly between red and blue as he looked at Khementari.&nbsp; He still was unsure what to make of the strange woman, but if Alanna was comfortable with her, then he would get to be that way too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 04:02:34</strong>
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				Uther scanned the room after a lull in the conversation. &nbsp;Cyril had decided that it was a good time to make himself scarce as it was Uther's wish to conduct conversations with potential buyers alone. &nbsp;He never liked them to feel overwhelmed by too many bodies. &nbsp;His brown hair fell down in short locks on his head, and as he brushed on aside, the man noticed an interesting exchange between two females. &nbsp;Humans as far as he could tell, but their sex or gender didn't matter to him. &nbsp;All he saw was opportunity. &nbsp;He sat at the table for a few moments longer, getting a feel for how each one responded to the other. &nbsp;<br><br>It was then that he noticed their combined gaze at a third female. &nbsp;A pilot, if he recalled correctly, by the name of Zeta. &nbsp;Uther had never met her personally, but he at least knew of those who were worth their salt in a battle. &nbsp;It seemed that the two women at the bar had an interest in her, and vice versa. &nbsp;He watched Zeta approach the other two females.<br><br>The man saw this as an opportunity. &nbsp;Three women in one place with perhaps a common interest. &nbsp;He could talk to them all at once, and maybe, just maybe one of them might be looking for something...something he could find for them and then reap a monetary reward. &nbsp;Uther waited just a moment longer before he rose from his seat, walking with purpose over to the group. &nbsp;"Good day, ladies. &nbsp;Might I introduce myself...I am Uther Dollan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 05:19:52</strong>
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				Human’s were so fun to play,&nbsp; they had so many strings that could be struck and plucked to set their wonderfully compliant body’s on edge.&nbsp; It was almost too easy, but, a woman had to get her enjoyment somehow,&nbsp; and making one of these interesting little creatures squirm, was invigorating, though she wanted something a bit harder to strum. A creature tougher to conquer.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed softly as the woman pulled away, she was a bit agitated at her reluctance to be frank about sexuality in the open,&nbsp; though it was the commando’s choice.&nbsp; Her shoulders lifted in a hint of a shrug as she folded her hands into her lap, her attention shifting to the little droid.&nbsp; <br><br>The whirring sound of the little astrodroid caused her to lift a perfectly arch eyebrow,&nbsp; before her attention was focused entirely on the HRD.<br><br>When the other machine caught her eye,&nbsp; she made no attempt to look away.&nbsp; There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in those chilled grey orb.&nbsp; She lifted one of a hand, and gently brushed a few strands of snow white hair out of her own eyes.&nbsp; Her warm legs continued to rub against themselves,&nbsp; the machine was either unable to hide her lust or simply had no intention of doing so.&nbsp; She almost lifted a hand to beckon the beautiful construct to her,&nbsp; but she did mange to remain mostly composed.<br><br>The man’s appearance manage to break her gaze for a short period of time, she wondered idly what the male wanted.&nbsp; “Hello Mister Dollan.”&nbsp; She purred,&nbsp; almost as soon as she spoke the words her eyes were once more locked upon Zeta.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Minkus</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 05:47:43</strong>
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				"No.&nbsp; You go ahead, I'll get mine later."&nbsp; Katta Succor waved a squadmate away.&nbsp; They had been out from Endor for eight hours, and he had been mostly asleep during that time, only now making his way from his simple quarters to the makeshift cantina.<br><br>His sky blue skin clashed a bit painfully with his orange jumpsuit and not-quite-glowing red eyes.&nbsp; He glanced around, saw friends, rivals, strangers.&nbsp; Rebels for the most part, with a few independent contractors... mercenaries.&nbsp; A few he knew waved or nodded to him, a few he knew ignored him.&nbsp; Oh well.<br><br>He let himself fall into the marching cadence of a traditional Huttese song, and made his way to the bar.&nbsp; Since he just woke up, he'd normally say it was too early, but there wasn't much else to do but socialize, not his forte, or fly in the sims, and they were all booked up by analysts going over the many kinds of input for the Battle of Endor.&nbsp; His normal pasttime was rendered unavailable, and his X-Wing hadn't taken any damage in the combat, so he had more or less nothing to do.<br><br>Stepping to the bar, beside a small cluster of people, he nodded to Zeta, a fellow snubfighter pilot and therefore automatically worthy of acknowledgment, and waited for the bartender to acknowledge him.&nbsp; When his turn came, he muttered "Whyren's Reserve" and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 05:58:31</strong>
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				"Please, call me Uther." &nbsp;He gave a genuine smile, sizing up the situation at hand. &nbsp;The woman sitting down seemed almost infatuated with either of the two others, and the one called Alanna was turning a deep shade of pink. &nbsp;Major Zeta, it seemed, had only arrived slightly before himself and was acclimating herself to the group just as he was.<br><br>"I have seen you in the Med-Bay, havn't I? &nbsp;My good buddy Barcus also spends some time up there helping out. &nbsp;You wouldn't happen to know him, would you?" &nbsp;He led in with minor small talk though he could tell that the woman wasn't paying much attention. &nbsp;This could be harder than he thought. &nbsp;"I'm not interrupting, am I?" &nbsp;He spoke quickly. "I only need but a moment of your time. &nbsp;I'm somewhat of an entrepreneur, and my specialty is supply and demand. &nbsp;I supply what you demand. &nbsp;My rates are quite fair, so if you ever <em>need</em> anything at all, just come to me." &nbsp;He looked at the other two women who seemed just as distracted.<br><br>It was probably the lingering sexual tension on the air. &nbsp;It wasn't hard to make out; any humanoid could see it from across the room, and he had to admit that the three of them were somewhat attractive though they weren't his particular cup of tea. &nbsp;He wasn't much for droids, and he learned to not get too attached to those who fought or flew in combat. &nbsp;Their shelf life wasn't all that long. &nbsp;<br><br>The small R2 unit made another whirring sound at this point causing his attention to shift. &nbsp;"Hello there, little one. &nbsp;I am Uther. &nbsp;I extend the same offer to you as well." &nbsp;He smiled down at the droid. &nbsp;"Just between you and I, I think it's time for me to leave. &nbsp;I don't think I'm doing much good here, eh?" &nbsp;He laughed slightly before turning his attention back to the ladies and giving them a slight nod. &nbsp;"Good day, ladies. &nbsp;Please...consider my offer." &nbsp;He smirked, the trimmed goatee framing his mouth curling slightly before he turned and walked toward the exit of the Lucky Lower 13. &nbsp;He was done for now, and he had to go tend to other...issues.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire -Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 06:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alanna could not help but appear disappointed as Khementari acted so nonchalantly toward her. &nbsp;Chewing her lower lip, she mentally made a note to catch the nurse when they could not be interrupted. &nbsp;She just wasn't used to being so open about herself. &nbsp;She was practically a virgin, and had some semblance of modesty when it came to intimate interactions with other people. &nbsp;She moved to whisper in the woman's ear as the merchant approached. &nbsp;"Khementari, if you're interested, you should come by my room later. &nbsp;Room 6, in the enlisted quarters."<br><br>Turning to look at Uther as he approached, she smiled and nodded a greeting. &nbsp;"A merchant, huh?&nbsp; Well, I can't think of anything at the moment that I need, but if I do, you can be sure I know who to talk to about the problem." &nbsp;By her side, Beeper made a low chirp, a somewhat sarcastic tone to it as he sized up the merchant. &nbsp;Beeper had never liked salesmen, he thought they were untrustworthy and scheming by nature. &nbsp;In his opinion, if he really could have one, they were all arrogant and irritating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 08:10:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zeta approached the women, only to see a merchant walk up just after she arrived. The merchant was obnoxious, as usual. She decided to ignore him completely, and returned Katta Succor's nod. Having bothered to join them, Zeta was mildly annoyed when the commando left, but disregarded her quickly. It was this "nurse" that had gained her interest primarily. Her gray eyes and exaggerated movements were unusual among humans, and when they had locked gazes there had been... something behind hers. Incapable of deciphering it, Zeta turned back to her from her exchange with Katta and locked her gaze again. "Who are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 08:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at Alanna for a moment.&nbsp; “Thank you for the invite my dear.”&nbsp; She purred the words softly.&nbsp; “Perhaps,&nbsp; I’ll come and visit you sometime soon.”&nbsp; She said with an unrestrained giggle.&nbsp; “Gift wrap yourself for me if you get the inkling of my approach.”&nbsp; She teased.&nbsp; <br><br>The smuggler caused her to raise a brow,&nbsp; perhaps she found a useful figure amongst the throng.&nbsp; She’d keep him in mind, if she required an odd or end that would be hard to come by.&nbsp; “I believe I’ve met him,&nbsp; talking to him would be the right channel to reach you yes?”<br><br>Her fingers gently rapped on the table top,&nbsp; once more looking at the beautiful piece of machinery.&nbsp; She&nbsp; could feel warmth creeping along her core,&nbsp; she desired to lean forward and press her lips to the beautiful construct.&nbsp; She remained unmoving though,&nbsp; bathing in that beautiful gaze.&nbsp; Her tongue snaked outward brushing against her own crimson lips before she took a deep breath as the HRD asked her question.<br><br>“I am Khementari.”&nbsp; She purred. “&nbsp; A nurse obviously or so it seems from general consent..”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 15:53:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alanna frowned slightly as Uther took his leave, her gaze following him as he headed out of the cantina.&nbsp; "He's certainly all about business, isn't he...?&nbsp; A little too nice as well for being a complete stranger."&nbsp; Beeper hooted his agreement, his dome spinning back around to look at Alanna, making another series of beeps and whirs.&nbsp; Alanna chuckled and smirked at Beeper.&nbsp; "You don't like him much at all, do you?"&nbsp; Beeper seemed to snort an affirmative and Alanna laughed.&nbsp; "Hey, he's just trying to make a living like the rest of us.&nbsp; That doesn't make him a nuisance."&nbsp; Beeper twittered again, seeming to disagree quite vehemently with *that* statement.&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling, Alanna shook her head and turned back to watch the exchange between Zeta and Khementari.&nbsp; It was very clear that Khementari had taken a liking to the Major from the way she was looking at the replicant.&nbsp; Sipping from her ale, she glanced around the room again, seeing that a few new arrivals had appeared.&nbsp; Spotting Katta, whom she'd seen around the ship a few times, she nodded to him as well, raising her ale glass in acknowledgment.&nbsp; Seeing as he was all by himself, she decided to go over and talk with him.<br><br>Standing up, she turned to Zeta and Khementari once more.&nbsp; "I think I'm going to go see someone else before I head to my room.&nbsp; I'll see you two later, I guess."&nbsp; Giving a little wave, she walked over to the bar with Beeper in tow, joining Katta as the bartender brought him his drink.&nbsp; "Hello again.&nbsp; We seem to keep bumping into each other here, don't we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 02:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your qualifier implies that it is not truth, does it not?" Zeta's gaze was locked steadily on this 'Khementari.' This woman was very... how did the humans put it? Sexual. Her movements and the tone of her voice matched several parameters that Zeta had associated with sexual activity. Unfortunately, that was all she could tell. Motives, reasons, appropriate responses... they were all beyond Zeta. So, she stared, scanning the woman for any indications of oddness. Of course, none was given - and so Zeta ceased this line of processing for the moment. She sat down next to the 'nurse,' giving the bartender the usual blank stare when he asked her, amusedly, if she wanted anything to drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 05:32:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elmus drags his feet into the cantina, a sour look on his face.&nbsp; He sits down at the bar, offhandedly remarking to those around him, "Do people dodge lasers anymore?"&nbsp; He wipes some soot and grease spots off of his blue mechanic's jacket, having no real effect on the cleanliness of the garment.&nbsp; "Hrmm.." he looks up at the bartender.&nbsp; "Oh, ermm...fruit juice?&nbsp; Whatever you've got."&nbsp; <br><br>He scrounges around in a pocket for a couple of credits and drops them on the table, then opens up a shiny metal box, removing a large sandwich, and commences eating it, watching the room and the medal awards out of the corner of his eyes as he goes over some numbers on his note tablet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 07:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before too many people could stare at the entrance of the odd mechanic, a muffled explosion rocked the ship, causing the lights of the ship to instantly dim as the combat systems gained priority in power distribution.&nbsp; "Red Alert!&nbsp; Red Alert!"&nbsp; An automated recording announced, as red paths on the floors lit up, leading the way to the briefing rooms and hangars.&nbsp; <br><br>"All Crew report to combat stations!&nbsp; This is not a drill.&nbsp; Repeat: This is not a drill."&nbsp; Admiral Akbar announced over the intercom, sending all of Lucky Lower 9 into a frenzy.&nbsp; Combat situations called for 12 pilots from each squadron to be ready to deploy at all times.<br><br>(OOC note: the military PCs are the ones "on duty" at this time, although the civilians may be able to get into the briefing room if they don't get in the way.&nbsp; Elmus is currently on duty for Gold Squadron, because his starship was conscripted into the squadron to make up for the lack of B-Wings.&nbsp; It is currently modified with three concussion missile tubes and a proton bomb launcher)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 08:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The quirky mechanic jumps up in his seat, almost dropping the electronic notepad.&nbsp; He looks around bewildered for a moment, then tucks the pad away, runs a hand through his messy black hair nervously, and stands up.&nbsp; He grabs the remaining half of a sandwich, and eats it quickly while he makes his way to the briefing room, calling up his freighter's crew on the communicator attached to his collar.&nbsp; "Johnny, Burgundy, get the ship ready to go.&nbsp; Ted, come down the the briefing room so you know where you're flying us."<br><br>He follows everyone into the briefing room and takes a seat near the front, so he can see the maps better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 08:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You can think what you want of me Major.&nbsp; Do you really have a reason for distrusting me?”&nbsp; She said with a raised brow,&nbsp; and then simply shook her head.&nbsp; “I suspect in your databases you probably do,&nbsp; though I think it would be for the best if you simply relaxed your guard around me. Not every entity is an enigma waiting to be unlocked.” She said, remaining stock still.&nbsp; She was suddenly startled by the alarm,&nbsp; a hint of a smile spread across her lips as she leaned her body against the bartop.&nbsp; “It seems duty calls.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 08:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had Zeta the capacity, she would have frowned. This woman was being evasive, but with the klaxon sounding, there was little recourse for the time being. Zeta stood stiffly and, nodding to Khementari, made her way swiftly to the briefing room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 19:13:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blaring of the alarm jarred Alanna from her conversation with the Duros.&nbsp; Slamming her ale bottle to the bar, she leaped to her feet as the pilots and combat personnel began running for their posts.&nbsp; Glancing at Katta, she gave him a slight smile and wave.&nbsp; "See you in space, hopefully not in pieces."&nbsp; With that, she was off, running down the corridor with Beeper racing toward the hangar to prep the Lady Shadow for launch.&nbsp; Quickly making his way to the ship, Beeper was lifted into his slot, beeping and whirring as he began the pre-flight checks, running diagnostics and powering up key systems.<br><br>Meanwhile, Alanna had joined the rest of the pilots in the briefing room, taking her seat next to Zeta and just in front of Elmus.&nbsp; First looking up at the tactical display, she then glanced at Zeta. As she watched the red dots coming into view quite quickly, Alanna smirked and shook her head.&nbsp; "Imperials are nothing if not persistent little bastards, aren't they?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 20:19:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Back to the grindstone.”&nbsp; She said as the soldiers all began to stumble off towards their various posts, she shook her head.&nbsp; Of all the times to be attacked, it had to be on her break time.&nbsp; If she ever recieved the oppurtunity to show these hangers on her agitation personally, she would happily respond with her own brand of violence.&nbsp; She stood up, and made her way towards the exit.&nbsp; “It’s going to be a long day.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Khementari's comlink began to beep, indicating she was on duty.&nbsp; <tt class="bbc_tt">"We've had a hull breach on deck 22.&nbsp; Get up there to triage the survivors."</tt>&nbsp; The medical droid announced simply, clearly displaying the modifications made to its personality matrix for military service.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hull breach?”&nbsp; She shook her head, she hadn’t expected combat to commence already.&nbsp; “I’m on my way.”&nbsp; She said, perhaps to no-one at all, it wasn’t long before that lithe body was moving at a dash through the hallways.&nbsp; She weaved in and out of groups of people, dodging too and fro with relative ease.&nbsp; Her feet were soundless against the metal floors beneath her, as that whip of snow white hair trailed behind her like the tail of a comet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 02:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bar was busy in the post battle rush, as veteran soldiers gathered to cash in their drink coupons before the next crisis called them to emergency stations.&nbsp; Sure, the deck officer was serving synthinol at this point, but it was still better than having to be sure one was sober.&nbsp; <br><br>The doors to lucky lower 13 opened, and a hush quickly fell over the chamber as General Solo, the hero of the rebellion, walked in.&nbsp; Nobody even looked at him, though, focusing intently on the man in the hoverchair right next to him.&nbsp; Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight.&nbsp; The man who killed the emperor.&nbsp; A cheer spontaneously went through the room, as Luke weakly raised his hand to wave to the crowd.&nbsp; Those who read the ship newsletter knew that Luke had collapsed a couple of days earlier, from his injuries suffered during his battle with the Emperor.&nbsp; He didn't look very healthy; in fact, the pale and harrowed man sitting in the chair bore a certain resemblance to Palpatine.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why Lando didn't cheer when Luke arrived.&nbsp; Or perhaps he was just distracted by the blue Twi'lek in his lap.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Wing: Shattered Empire- Lucky Lower 13</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 22:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having wandered the corridors for a while, her mind in a bit of a daze, Alanna eventually found herself back in Lucky Lower 13.&nbsp; Walking past the entrance, she paused as she heard the cheer go up from the pilots, soldiers, and technicians gathered there.&nbsp; Her curiosity piqued, she poked her head inside to see what all the commotion was about.&nbsp; Alanna's eyes grew wide as she saw who was accompanying General Solo.&nbsp; Skywalker was a living legend, the last of the Jedi, and held in high regard among the Alliance.&nbsp; His body and expression told the tale of the ordeal he had just passed through, and Alanna could not help but feel a pang of compassion for the young man.<br><br>Walking into the lounge, she quietly approached Solo and Skywalker.&nbsp; Saluting the general, she waited for him to return the gesture before looking at Luke.&nbsp; Getting closer, she could clearly see that his mind and body were still recovering, and her eyes softened for a moment before addressing him.&nbsp; "Sir, is there something I can get for you?&nbsp; Some food or drink?&nbsp; The food processor here isn't half-bad if you don't mind having a bit of a Corellian twist added to most dishes."&nbsp; She didn't want to impose, but at the same time, she couldn't just leave him unattended.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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