Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)
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				Title: <strong>Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 21:53:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Skip 1</span></strong></div><br>Skip 1 is the largest asteroid and because of this the most varied with different sections owned by all manner of criminal group or contested by multiple.&nbsp; The Black Sun and Hutts are present but neither have the ability to take the entire rock.&nbsp; Many have small cramped living quarters rented out on the station to whoever currently holds ownership over it and maintains it.&nbsp; Two large multi level spaceports mean most who want can land inside and dock their ships for the credits if not one can always land on the rock for free and EV suit in.&nbsp; There are plenty of places to go and work to be found if one is not overly picky.&nbsp; The Bounty Hunters can usually be found inside a cantina whereas many have left the casino without a cred to their name.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Level 1</span></div><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Skip_1_Level_1.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Level 2</span></div><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Skip_Level_2.png)</div><br><span class="bbc_u">Descriptions</span><br><br><strong>Spaceports</strong> - Large open areas where technicians and mechanics of all different species are seen running around.&nbsp; The cost here is pretty flat depending on ship size and what is required, the lower sections are the more expensive and secure areas whereas the upper decks are very public and thus you better have some form of security on your ship if you leave it unattended for long.&nbsp; The credits paid are just to set down your ship, everything else is done via multiply vendors in the spaceport and mechanics offering their services and parts.&nbsp; Without a decent eye for haggling it's a good place to get ripped off too.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Mynock's Den Cantina</strong> - The Mynock's Den is a large open cantina with only a few private rooms.&nbsp; Spacers, down on their luck gamblers, smugglers, pirates, and criminals all come to talk and drink away their sorrows here.&nbsp; Security is privately employed by the owner of the establishment a twi'lek only known as Syla Vrek.&nbsp; The drinks are strong and the owner lets people keep their weapons as long as they understand in most cases security has the high ground.&nbsp; <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/MynocksDen.jpg)<br><br><strong>Bentzal Casino</strong> - Bentzal Casino is the main place to gamble in any major capacity on Skip 1.&nbsp; The house holds the advantage in most things and gets their cut even in games that were players against each other.&nbsp; The drinks are sadly weaker here and security is known for roughing up patrons that act up.&nbsp; The owner is known as Larson Bentzal but no one has ever met him, the rumor is that it is run by a group of owners but it looks better to have the picture of Larson on the wall to feel less cheated.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.swtorstrategies.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/star-wars-casino.jpg)<br><br><strong>The Claxon Club</strong> - The Claxon Club is a newer addition to Skip 1 as it has only been around for a few years and it's investors put a lot of credits into making it a place to marvel at and get lost in.&nbsp; There were many vices available in it's walls and even those that have been there many times aren't aware of all it has to offer.&nbsp; <br><br>(https://img00.deviantart.net/055e/i/2011/063/f/8/spaceclub_by_maykrender-d3avscu.jpg)<br><br><strong>Dregs Cantina</strong> - Most humans that come to Dregs assume it has to do with the basic word as it has cheap liquor and faulty gambling tables on it's floor, but it's low light and small out of the way booths mean a lot of business goes on here that no one is going to be able to listen in on.&nbsp; <br><br>(https://static.independent.co.uk/s3fs-public/styles/story_medium/public/thumbnails/image/2015/11/16/09/Bt1Q3PT.jpg)<br><br><strong>Open Market</strong> - For a small fee anyone can operate inside a small tin can of a merchant shop but at least it means your goods are covered enough so they aren't gone when you turn your back.&nbsp; All manner of things can be found here but not always for a fair price.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.art-spire.com/wp-content/gallery/2015/Janvier_2015/12-01-15_janurschel/janurschel.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 21:56:32</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carly</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 05:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/w6kM9sIxistKohAXjpHOZpKmMgQ=/54x0:1387x750/1600x900/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_image/image/54653215/Screen_Shot_2017_05_05_at_10.11.19_AM.0.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Chia Luaneth (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13646005#msg13646005)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Human, Hapan (Hermaphrodite)<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Business Woman and Gambler<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Day 145 3BBY, The Claxon Club <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody<br><br>Chia entered the establishment and smiled. The day had gone well, she had haggled two small business affairs and made money, <strong><em>again</em></strong>. She was good at it. This place, these skips were rife with oppitunity to get wealth and ahead, but one had to be good with people, and know lost causes when they came. And ripe oppitunities also. Chia was good at all of these things and reputation of her business cunning was beginning to get around. She also had a repuation of being on the good side of some of the more powerful pirates. Warlords in their own minds, but powerful never the less. For individuals certainly. It certainly smoothed many akward situations over, but a body guard made her feel a lot more comfortable.<br><br>Chia took a seat close to where an exotic danger was dancing and sat back, putting her feet up on the railing opposite her. It didn't take long for a waitress to appear asking for drink and refreshment orders and Chia greeted her with a smile. "The usual thanks, and if you give it to me in a hurry I will tip you twenty credits." At this the smile Chia gave the woman was returned and sure enough a drink was soon in her hand. The credits didnt make a difference to her bank account. She would have to be buying a lot more than drinks to make a difference.<br><br>Chia looked around the establishment hoping to see someone she knew, she was generous when things were going well. It felt good to give a little, especially drinks and nights out. The night was early, she could afford to stare at the dancer for a while waiting. Chia drunk her drink slowly, and spaced sips in time to the dancers flowing hips. She was thinking of having some spice but thought better of it. Not yet, probably not here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 05:57:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><br><hr> <br>It had been days since she was captured by the pirates that killed her old masters, her family, not that Yig knew this as she had spent the days looked away in a holding cell deep in the center of the pirate’s vessel, with all the other creatures and people they hoped to make a profit off of. These pirates were by far the worst people Yig had ever meet, though she had been a slave for most of her life her buyers and sellers usually took care to feed and clothe her, but these monsters had stripped her of everything as if she was an animal. <br><br>It was not just Yig who suffered at the pirate’s hands, the young human in the cell next to Yig had been frequently visited by various drunken pirates. The pirates had tried to take advantage of Yig too, but they had been scared off when she rather forcefully shorted one of the pirates by a few inches. These Pirates were not equipped to take a Wookie prisoner and lacked the usual shock collar that would break even a strong Wookie like Yig, without the prober tools they were forced to leave her in her cell, as the captain didn’t want to lose more men to Yig’s rage or worse lose his profit because someone killed her. <br><br>Since they couldn’t have fun with Yig the crew generally ignored her, even forgetting to give her food and water for multiple days at a time, but no matter how hungry or thirsty she got Yig never asked the pirates for anything, as she knew they would only laugh at her for talking in her native tongue. Even a strong proud Wookie had its limits and though Yig tried to be strong she could feel her self dying a little every day.<br><br>“Take her first, that way she won’t hurt any of the other cargo. This time keep your weapons trained on her and stun the shit out of the carpet if it tries anything,” a voice explained from behind Yig. “Fuck, what did you guys do to this one?” The voice added.&nbsp; <br><br>Yig turned around in her cell to see the man that had killed her last masters. He wasn’t looking at Yig, but into the cell next to her’s. Yig wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around the captain’s throat, but she was extremely mal nourished and too weak to stand a chance against the four pirates that unlocked her cell and singled for her to exit.&nbsp; <br><br>“Take that one and throw her out onto the street, no way I am making money on her,” the captain explained, then he turned to Yig, who despite the all the pain in her body stood tall. “Now this one on the other hand is sure to bring in a nice sum of credits. We’re going to take her straight to Grado in the market he should know of someone who is looking to buy a Wookie and he should also have the tools to fix her attitude.”<br><br>Yig stepped toward the captain, but a strong blow to her back sent her weak body tumbling to the ground. <br><br>“Don’t kill her, fuck you guys are dumb as walls,” The captain explained before walking off ahead of the others. <br><br>Harsh punishment was nothing new to Yig and she quickly recovered, as not to earn more of the pirate’s wrath. Following behind the captain Yig made her way out onto into some space port. As Yig had not been privy to the knowledge of their location she had no idea she was on an asteroid, instead she merely thought she was on some low level outer rim world. <br><br>Yig tried to keep her eyes upon the ground, but ever know and then she sneak a look around, taking in her surroundings and observing the world around her as best she could, trying to find some comfort in the confusion. Yig could feel the eyes of a thousand strangers watching her as the pirates lead her into a busy market place. Though Yig thought about making a run for it, a quick look behind her dispelled that plan as the pirates were hoping she would. With no other option Yig followed the captain deep into the market.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 17:16:32</strong>
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				<br><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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY, The Claxon Club <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr> <br>The Kel Dor walked into the Claxon with the <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">flamethrower</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/dcfb/th/pre/f/2012/133/7/0/flamethrower_aft_2l_heat_by_karanak-d4zkm49.jpg)</div></div> slung over his shoulder by the carrying strap.&nbsp; It wasn't hard for him to spot his target.&nbsp; He took the most direct route, which still had him weaving between several tables.&nbsp; He stopped in front of an enormous blue and grey <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Karkaradon</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://vk.vkfaces.com/836320/v836320300/356c3/FVRrqWleIe0.jpg)</div></div>, who was gnawing on something best left unidentified.&nbsp; When the Karkaradon looked up, he flicked a switch, causing a small jet of plasma to ignite, burning a searing blue.&nbsp; <br><br>He swept the flamethrower left and right but that jet of plasma never wavered.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Better?"</span></span> he asked.<br><br>"Much,"&nbsp; replied the Karkaradon.<br><br>With a flick of his thumb, Shaa Raa turned off the igniter. And set the weapon down on the table.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I had to replace the plasma module,"</span></span> he said.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"These things aren't meant to be used as clubs.&nbsp; I've added a guard, which might prevent this from happening again but I offer no guarantees.&nbsp; AS I said, they aren't meant to be used as clubs."</span></span><br><br>The Karkaradon snorted and placed a bag on the table.&nbsp; He opened it, showing Shaa Raa the head that was inside.&nbsp; "Happy?" He asked.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Very.&nbsp; It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Fin."</span></span>&nbsp; Their business concluded, the&nbsp; Kel Dor picked up the sack and moved to a nearby table.&nbsp; He waved over a server and ordered a drink.&nbsp; While he waited for it to be delivered, he looked around the club.&nbsp; Perhaps he might be able to conduct a little more business.&nbsp; If not, he'd finish his drink and then go home to take a closer look at the head in the bag.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't trust Fin Dro but the bounty hunter had a well earned reputation for being a little rough with not just his equipment but his quarry as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 17:45:37</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig plus anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><br><br>Walking around in the open market, AJ was checking out merchandise, having a chat here and there and generally looking for any hints about possible jobs that did not involve selling herself. While it had been a good year financially, and she generally enjoyed herself, she felt it was time for a change. Morality was not the issue, not for a Zeltron, but AJ did get restless. Something had to give, so she was trying her hands at job hunting now, curious to see what kind of jobs would be offered to her apart from the obvious.<br><br>While she walked from booth to booth, there were most certainly eyes on her. AJ was wearing what she called her 'Every Day Outfit', a small black and white combo of a short flowy skirt and a bra with a tiny open vest, which barely seemed to contain her impressive bust. This was holographic of course. Her slender blaster pistol was hidden under the folds of the skirt and set to stun, while the holographic projection was flawlessly hiding it from sight. The holograms the Empire and others used for communications were laughable compared to hers, but Zeltros had the best holographic technology. Normally a single pretty girl walking through a den of thieves and rapists would become a victim within seconds, but nobody touched AJ. There were many reasons. Some probably thought she must have bodyguards around and wouldn't take the risk, while others fell victim to her pheromones when they came too close. And also, many people here knew her.<br><br>AJ spotted the weird procession of pirates and a female wookie, and she moved herself into the way. The wookie had her head down and the three men behind her had guns trained on her. It was pretty clear that she was a slave, and AJ hated slavery, having been enslaved herself. She got lucky, but that didn't mean others would be as lucky. The female wookie obviously had been treated far less well than AJ had, she could barely walk. AJ's heart went out to her, that's why she positioned herself in the was of the man in the lead. She didn't really know what she would be doing then, but things happened as they did, and she would see.<br><br>"Oh, hi there!", she beamed at the pirate captain as he almost walked into her. "Don't mind my men back there." There were lots of men around and none were hers, but he wouldn't know that. "I see you have a wookie there. Is she for sale? May I take a look?" Without waiting for an answer she slid past the pirate captain and approached the wookie. Taking a hand of the wookie, she gently rubbed her thumb over the back of her hand covered by her furs, so that the pirates wouldn't see that. "You let her get into a sorry state, I must say. Let me take her off your hands. How much do you want for her?", she asked, making a decision then and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 01:39:12</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> Club Manager, Z-Bot<br><br>The server droid followed the same routine each time. It moved to a table when called, mixed and served drinks from it's refreshment canisters, accepted the slotting of a credstick, deducted the credits, and went on its way. Hundreds of times a night the droid did this. Accepting payment from people of many races and every gender. So common. So mundane. No one gives the little droid a second look or a second thought. <br><br>(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071012121706/starwars/images/8/8b/WA-7-2_negtd.jpg)<br><br>It's amazing what a bunch of rowdy patrons can't see, or will ignore in a strip club. Zebrin wasn't dealing with distractions on the floor. He knows every warm and cold blooded species in the main room is oogling the dancers and tipping quite well. All the while his reprogrammed WA-7 server droid was doing her thing. Skimming a credit on each purchase and allowing him to survive another day. <br><br>Of course his penniless nature is something the Toydarian owner Crayshar would take advantage of at every turn. Pressing the young Zabrak's need to survive to his own ends. Zebrin knows full well he is being cheated by the cheapest and most duplicidous club owner in the galaxy, but there was little he could do about it. Confronting him would get Zebrin kicked out of the club. Maybe even buy him a beating from that foursome of Gommorean thugs on his payroll. <br><br>Skimming was the one recourse he had to keep himself alive. <br><br>Tonight it was the same old story. The security system in the girls dressing room was out again. Crayshar was certain it was being tampered with by one of the dancers and would hear no other explanation. The truth is the main systems hard drive was very old and in such a state that it is beyond full repair. Zebrin felt pity for the item. It tries every few days to falter and die, and Zebrin is called in each time to do some shoestring repairs and bring it back to life. He knew it was odd to have such emotions for an item, but he couldn't help it. Every time he touched it he sensed that it was ready to go. To end it's service and be scrapped or recycled into something else.&nbsp; Yet here he is, on a ladder, and trying to saulder connections to get it running again. <br><br>(https://nothingbutcomics.files.wordpress.com/2015/12/watto.jpg)<br><br>"You see!" spits the toydarian in his home tongue. "These bitches keep turning off the cameras in here! I know they are sneaking into the back...stealing food and liquor! They think I don't know! But Crayshar knows!"<br><br>Or was it because the little toydarian got off a couple times a shift watching the dancers change from their regular clothes to those skimpy outfits? Of course it's the later. Zebrin knows this because he has had a backdoor into the security system. He has seen the toydarian flogging away while his favorite girls are in various states of undress. <br><br>The Zabrak pauses a moment before breaking his silence, and does so without looking down from his work. <br><br>"Ths drive is going to burn out." He says matter of factly. "You need a new one."<br><br>"You tell me this three times already...yet each time you make it work yes?!" <br><br>"It's going to burn out beyond repair soon and there will be nothing I can do about it." He replies. "You just need to pony up a grand for a new one or about 500 for a used one."<br><br>"You don't tell your boss how to spend his money..." The toydarian says as he flies around to get in Zebrin's face and point his crooked finger. "You do what you're paid to do! If a droid breaks...you fix it. If a security camera goes down...you fix it! I don't need your advice on how to run my business!"<br><br>"It's not advice. You have a part that no longer works. It is going to continue breaking down until it can no longer be fixed." He says in a tone that can only be described as submissive. The combat droid is about to step in but a stop gesture freezes it in place. The Toydarian flaps his little wings and moves a few feet back. Temperature in the room feels a bit more chilly as the owner considers his next move. <br><br>"Just fix it Zabrak." He spits angrily before flitting towards his office drawing a sigh of relief from the mechanic.<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5a/be/f7/5abef7f0c5af23cf0dc626d11c9c8e8a.jpg)<br><br>Z-Bot breaks the silence with his robotic voice. The vocabulator has been changed so the tone has a somewhat female qaulity to it. It made the spindly metal being seem almost like a real person to some. To Zebrin the droid was as close to a friend as he has ever known, and more than human. They are connected in a way that few could ever understand in that Z-Bot has it's own programming and processing, but Zebrin can seize control of him. Making him far more fearsome than anyone would imagine. <br><br>"He is a very onerous Toydarian."<br><br>"Well stepping up on him isn't going to win us any good favor."<br><br>"Good favor? Master the last time you worked on his security system he paid you 20 credits and a free lapdance from the dancer of your choice." The droid contemplates that a moment. "Come to think of it, you never even got the lapdance."<br><br>"It's complicated..."<br><br>"Less than you might think."<br><br>"I programmed you for combat with a secondary in protocol. I don't remember EVER adding psychoanalysis in the mix."<br><br>"A bonus package master." Z-Bot says in a sing song voice. "This manner of work is beneath you. The pirates were beneath you. You need a job where your skills will be appreciated."<br><br>"Maybe I'll apply as a dancer..."<br><br>"Does starvation suit you?"<br><br>"Now comedy?"<br><br>"My talents know no bounds sir."<br><br>The mechanic does as he's told and rededicates himself to his work. He wires the hard drive back together. It's a good patch and he gives it three to five days before the connections burn out again, and maybe one or two more patches before the insides of the drive melt like butter. <br><br>"I know I sound like a bore sir, but 47.4 percent of the people on this outpost are female on average. It would seem logical that sometime...at least once in the past few months one of their number might need some manner of routine maintenance. Releasing valve pressure, replenishing fluids, that sort of thing. Instead we hide out in the maintenance room and watch bad holycron videos."<br><br>"Can we have this conversation later?"<br><br>"Affirmative." The droid says flatly. "We will talk at great length about it later. I am simply happy you have confirmed that you are performing well below your standards."<br><br>With the work completed he puts the drive back in it's protective case and refastens it to the hanging brackets. After replacing the tile he climbs down and folds the ladder, quickly averting his gaze from a pair of dancers who have just walked in.&nbsp; He motions towards the door. "We can wait at the bar for our money I guess."<br><br>He strides out of the service entrance backstage with Z-Bot in tow and takes a seat at the bar. Z-Bot follows suit drawing a few looks of disdain. Most bars don't allow droids of any type unless they are servants. This establishment has no such rule, but that certainly doesn't mean the patrons have to like it. <br><br>His gaze turns to the WA-7 droid and a barely perceptable smile crosses his lips. One way or another..this Zabrak will get what he is owed. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 02:04:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ and anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><hr> <br><br>The further the small group wint into the market the more uncomfortable Yig became, sure she knew being a salve meant being looked down on by almost everyone, but her current state of undress and her lack of strength left her more vulnerable than she usually was. Yig had become so uncomfortable that she no longer took her eyes from the ground, as she only grew more insecure with each glance around the bustling market.<br><br>The captain was about to curse AJ out for getting in his way, when he noticed that she was not like the other filth that called the market home. “Of course, take a look,” the captain replied as he moved out of AJ’s way, so that she could examine his catch. “She just needed a little bit of braking is all,” the pirate captain began to explain, as if he knew much about how to handle a Wookie, “you see I just captured the bitch and if you don’t break them early you won’t be able to control them. Trust me you do not want to deal with an unbroken Wookie, they are disobedient monsters when not trained properly.” <br><br>The captain was more of a delivery man, so when AJ asked him about buying the Wookie he had no idea what a good price would be, sure he had attended a few slave auctions, but Wookies were a rare sight especially a female one. “Umm, I think I could part with this Wookie for say 30,000 credits?” The captain explained, taking his best guess at what a Wookie might be worth and then adding a rather large sum for his handling fees. In truth he didn’t really want to sell the Wookie as he knew Grado could probably make him more credits off the wookie once she was bake in proper shape, plus unlike the captain Grado knew a thing or two about exotic slaves. <br><br>Yig listened intently to the captain and the unknown female as the discussed the female’s proposal to purchase Yig. While she listened Yig examined the female unsure of her intentions, she looked like she might have better intentions than the pirates, but Yig learned at a very young age that looks meant very little in her line of work.&nbsp; Unlike the captain Yig had been sold a few times, so she knew his offer was bogus, the most she had ever been sold for was 20,000 and that was when she was young and untouched. Yig knew that the woman would have to be very wealthy and pretty dumb to take the captain's offer. Knowing better than to make a fool out of those who held her chains Yig held her tongue, she doubted the female would even be able to understand her if she tried to inform her of the captain’s lack of knowledge. Like the weak disgrace she was Yig held her tongue and let the other's talk. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 02:34:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</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 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Kaya, Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion had finished working in Spaceport 2 unloading crates that were being transferred to another ship, it didn't pay a lot but it would pay for food for a few days and he wasn't looking to save money, he had credits packed away if he ever wanted to dip into that but they held their own signature in the force, one he didn't wish to touch.&nbsp; Wearing a simple pair of black pants tucked into boots with a gray long sleeve shirt over it.&nbsp; His belt had a blaster hanging from it but it was clipped in place, nowhere near made to quick draw as Therion wasn't planning on a fight to say the least.&nbsp; Brown eyes with the everpresent glowing yellow ring around them would watch the market place as it teemed with activity.&nbsp; Moving to a vendor he would order what equatted to chopped up low grade bantha on a pressed bun of some carb that was seasoned to take out the horrible blandness of it.&nbsp; Offering a credstick they would insert it as and deduct the amount before handing him the food in a rolled sleeve.&nbsp; It was warm food but the low grade quality would be evident from the grease that dripped off it.&nbsp; Wringing it out he would move closer to a glowpost that only had one of the three prong lights still producing any light.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a bite he would chew and continue to people watch as he noticed the large figure of the wookiee with the pirates as they would lead her into the market.&nbsp; He knew the group of pirates from years previous where he had helped them secure their base on another skip, it was made simpler by the rather gruesome tactics that Therion had used.&nbsp; Their last interaction had not gone as well when they had come to him to help them with a robbery on a merchant ship closer into the Corellian Run.&nbsp; Therion had been done with such things and he wondered if he would have even taken the job as it would have demanded to go nearer to the core.&nbsp; They had tried to haggle him as if he was holding out for more credits but he had made clear that he wasn't in that line of any work anymore, the captain had his own opinion on the matter of wasting talent and honest work on the Run.&nbsp; His past was the only thing that didn't cause a fight as no doubt pirates like them felt disrespect from people telling them no, it was a sign of their weakness in the end but he wasn't there to give them life lessons.&nbsp; <br><br>The appearance of AJ coming into view was hard to miss as she would cut right into the thick of the pirates.&nbsp; Taking another bite from the scraps you might call meat that made up the sandwich he would notice her bravery in cutting right to the chase with them.&nbsp; It didn't take force powers to see that she was focused on the wookiee more than the pirates but he listened acutely to what she was saying getting help from the force.&nbsp; His eyes would search the crowd as he didn't see any men and he wondered if such a bluff would help.&nbsp; A final bite taken from the sandwich as he would roll the rest of it up and toss it in the nearby trashcan to the glowpost as he reached to his holster as he unsnapped the latch over the pistol inside it.&nbsp; With that his legs took him closer to them as he would wonder if AJ would roll with the lie or she was not going to claim him because of who he was, perhaps he didn't see her men but not being able to see them would be a mistake with pirates, these ones had some laserbrains in the group for sure and thought violence was the only answer.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey, back up.&nbsp; Give her room right now."&nbsp; He said as he took a few steps closer as he took the attention off of AJ for a moment at least.&nbsp; The look from the captain and his men of course was met with the answer to the question she hadn't gotten out yet.&nbsp; "What use is it hiring people to watch your back if they don't stop your kriffin' men from crowding her.&nbsp; Last time, step back."&nbsp; The push of his voice was louder with help from the force as it snapped most patrons in the area to look towards the interaction and then back to their own business.&nbsp; "All yours boss."&nbsp; He said towards AJ hoping the Zeltron got the message or else it was going to leave him looking foolish, which he didn't mind but make her play a lot harder to pull off.&nbsp; If she pulled it off his own reputation with the pirates might make them reconsider anything funny even if Therion really was not looking for a fight.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 04:01:10</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY, The Claxon Club <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr> <br>Shaa Raa scanned the crowd.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked at each individual, trying to figure out their story.&nbsp; Knowledge was power.&nbsp; He recognized Chia Luaneth.&nbsp; She was an occasional customer for spice.&nbsp; Currently she was relaxing, enjoying her drink and paying close attention to the dancer.&nbsp; There was no fidgeting.&nbsp; She wasn't needing anything at the moment.&nbsp; Unless she'd been using far more than normal, it would be a few days before he'd be seeing her again.&nbsp; He contemplated sending her a drink but thought better of it.&nbsp; What would be the point?&nbsp; There was no reason for them to engage in small talk and there was a possibility, slim though it was, that she would prefer his company to that of a dancer.&nbsp; What would they say to each other?&nbsp; Better to leave her alone.<br><br>The Zabrak emerging from the back of the club caught his attention, not because of anything he'd done but because of who accompanied him.&nbsp; It wasn't often that he saw a functioning B-1 battledroid.&nbsp; He had most of three of them in his parts bins but certainly not enough to to cobble one together.&nbsp; Perhaps the Zabrak had a stock of parts he'd be willing to part with.&nbsp; He couldn't tell if the Zabrak was a Dathomirian or an Iridonian, not that it mattered.&nbsp; The man was clearly not fully comfortable in the bar.&nbsp; Perhaps he could be lured out into more amenable setting when he could be convinced to potentially sell the droid or some parts or maybe even buy some of Shaa Raa's spare battle droid parts.<br><br>He finished his drink, noticed that the owner had overcharged him for it and headed towards the Zabrak.&nbsp; When he spoke, the vocalizer made his voice was flat and metallic.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Excuse me.&nbsp; I couldn't help but admire your droid.&nbsp; Now, I'd offer to buy you a drink but I think you'd prefer to talk outside in the freshish air.&nbsp; I have a number of parts for the B-1 series but not enough to put one together.&nbsp; If you're in the market for parts or happen to have some you'd like to get rid of, I think we can do business.&nbsp; I pay cash and I'm willing to take trade in lieu of cash if you're short." </span></span> He showed Zebrin the bag he'd gotten from the bounty hunter, without showing him the contents.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"My name is Shaa Raa." </span></span>&nbsp; He extended his free hand.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Would you care to talk outside?" </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 06:12:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;GM Post has been moved here, respond to it there as well. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277797.msg13651927#msg13651927)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 07:38:05</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> Club Manager, Z-Bot<br><br>Zebrin and Z-Bot sit at the bar waiting for thier money. Z-Bot looks around the bar absently while Zebrin packs absently on his datapad. A simple slice into the bars security system to make sure the shoestring repairs he performed worked. He didn't notice the Kel-Dor approaching and seemed almost shocked when he sits down and begins speaking to him.<br><br>He seems to squirm in his seat as the Kel-Dor begins his sales pitch. The problem with attempting to strike up a bargain with Zebrin is that he doesn't have much to barter with. His tools, his datapad, and Z-Bot. None of those items he could afford to part with if he wants to survive in this environment. <br>He seems to be trying to ignore the conversation completely and continuing his hack. What he notices is disturbing. Someone is shutting down security systems throughout the area. While that might be dismissed to some as a camera malfunction, Zebrin knows a slice when he sees it. If someone is trying to slice themselves out of existence, then that means they are involved in something they want to stay hidden. <br><br>"Um friend...right now you need to keep quiet." He says putting his datapad on the bar and tapping rapid fire.&nbsp; His whole contenence goes from awkward and shy, to concerned and focused. "I can't have distractions...talk later."<br><br>The Kel-Dor sees the young Zabraks eyes roll back into his head as he begins to slice in into the system. The man and his datapad become as one as he attempts to reactivate the security cameras. Something is happening in Dreg's Cantina and He is desperate to see what it is. How he can see is something no one would understand. His eyes are rolled back and all anyone sees is white, but he is looking directly through the system and information is slotting into his brain faster than it is being processed through the datapad. <br><br>Of course any force user in range can feel his presence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 18:34:27</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-145/3BBY - Approach to Smuggler's Run &gt; <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Music blared over the Basilisk's speakers, and Ty's foot tapped in rhythm with the beat. The deep, thudding bass was in stark contrast to the calm, bluish-white tunnel of Hyperspace he'd been flying through for the past four days. Just under the dinn of the song, you could hear a high-pitched, annoying squealing coming from the brig. And if one were to take a look, they'd see a pair of Gamorrean brothers were slamming their fists and foreheads against the energy field in vain. He was playing the music so he didn't have to hear their mouths during the whole damn trip. When one of them somehow found a way to be even louder than his music on it's highest setting, he sighed and pushed out of the Captain's chair.<br><br>&nbsp;His footsteps thudded heavily throughout the ship until he stood face to face with the brothers. The only thing that separated them was a ray shield. "Hey. I had to go all the way to Corellia to scoop you two up. That's about as far as you can go from Smuggler's Run to the Inner Rim. So for all that work, that means I've <em>earned</em> some piece and quiet on this return trip." He knew they could understand him, just like he could understand their piggy language. But they kept on jawing. "My point is this. You're already in my brig. I won. So either A, cooperate and be quiet until I can collect your bounties, or two...I freeze you both in Carbonite. It'll be up to Frask whether he wants to thaw you out or now." The pair quieted down, and he nodded.<br><br>&nbsp;"I knew you'd see reason," he said with a grin before turning on his heel and heading back to the cockpit. Twenty minutes later, the navicomputer beeped, informing him they'd be dropping out of Hyperspace soon. He took back manual control and dropped, turning the blank void around them into the familiar black expanse littered with space rocks and gas. "Smuggler's Run, this is Basilisk on approach to my mirth. Sending landing codes." He hit a button and the data transferred. A few seconds later he got confirmation to land, so he took her in. After landing, he left his prisoners where they were and headed off the ship. <br><br>As soon as the hangar closed, the ship's security systems engaged and several hidden blaster cannon ports were set to standby. "Frask," came his deep voice over his comm. "Just made it back to the Run today. I've got the Schleem brothers in my brig. I'll transfer you the security codes for my ship and the password for the brig once you wire me the creds." He waited, and waited, and not twenty seconds later, a stream of numbers went across his helmet's internal HUD. "Payment received, here's the codes. Remember to lock up when you're done," he joked. <br><br>Then he signed off and kept walking. With a bunch more zeroes in his account, he decided he could use a drink after a quick stop through the market. He whistled a low tune as he entered the marketplace. He walked slowly without a care in the world, one hand hanging at his side while the other flipped a coin across the fingers. He turned toward different stalls on his walk, zooming in to peruse from afar so he'd know if he wanted to buy before he engaged the merchant. <br><br>He didn't see much today, and figured maybe the later batch would catch his eye. For now though, he'd settle for a few drinks. On his way to a cantina, a chill ran down his spine. Like when you go to the kitchen for a late night snack and someone's left the balcony door open. Just enough to notice the difference from the normal. It wasn't a disturbance in the Force so much as a smudged spot. He followed it to...Therion. <em>Therion Altier...what are you doing here?</em> <br><br>His words echoed in his head as he wondered, but then he saw red skin and immediately realized he was with AJ. Walking closer, Tyron activated the directional mics in his helmet and looked at the conversation between the two and the pirates. He caught just enough to know Therion was playing bodyguard. Was it out of the kindness of his heart? He chuckled; maybe the dark was starting to fade a bit. Still, a bit of backup for the backup never hurt; even if it was Therion of all people. He continued to whistle, as he sauntered over to the group. He pocketed his coin and let his hands rest on the grips of his blasters, not holding them, but just resting. <br><br>He finally stopped walking when he stood a few feet to the left of the Ex-Hand, and a bit behind AJ. "Sorry I'm late, <acronym title="Boss/Leader/Captain, etc...">Alor</acronym>," he punctuated with a barely noticeable nod of his head, causing the dull gleam of his helmet's visor to bring attention to the bone white skull carved into it. Even though it was one word, the helmet mixed with the mando'a would tell those pirates who he was. And now knowing AJ had Tyron Ordo and Therion Altier at her back, any negotiation would definitely work out in her favor. Or it wouldn't...and then those two would do a little, back and forth until the parties could agree to terms. "I had to wait around for that delivery. It's all handled now though." Once he was done talking, he made sure the pirate Captain noticed he was looking directly at him.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 21:34:22</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Therion, Tyron, plus anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">"Who's the monster here."</span>, AJ said silently, so that only Yig could hear. All this made her appreciate her luck more, when she was in a similar situation as the poor wookie. She was aware of course that slavery would not simply go away because she said so, but what little she could do, she could do. She was still holding Yig's hand and now she gave it a soft squeeze, to reassure her, before she let go. <br><br>When the captain named his price, AJ blinked at him for a second, then she giggled. "You must be joking.", she said with a big grin, knowing that her pheromones would be doing their thing on the captain currently. "Look, I like you. I don't want you to suffer unnecessarily. I'll give you...", she looked back at the wookie, "Five. Five thousand that is. That is a good price, and you won't have to pay any commissions or worry about her getting away. That would be my problem or rather the problem of those who pay me then." This was a blatant lie, but AJ felt that it could not hurt to make the pirates think there was some powerful entity behind this offer. She hoped they would be thinking that it's better to have five thousand credits than to sleep with the fishes, so to speak. <br><br>That was when Therion entered the scene, which gave AJ a little shock but she managed to hide it. She had avoided him before, but now he was obviously here to help. That was surprising, but he must have heard her claim of men in the crowd from before, which meant he wanted her to play along. She couldn't feel any falseness from him, not now at least, so she did just that. "Thank you, Therion.", she said, giving him a nod and a smile. <br><br>It could never hurt to have actual backup present, and there was to be more, as Tyron walked up, apologizing for being late. AJ gave him a smile as well as he got the attention of the pirates on himself. She made sure to whisper to the wookie while the pirates were distracted: <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Don't run. This is an asteroid."</span>, before she turned and looked at Tyron, giving him a little playful wink. "I'm glad you finally made it.", she said, with slight criticism tainting her voice. She wondered if the pirates would need new underwear by the time this thing was over due to the two imposing men who had just shown up. "So, what do you say, Captain? Do you take my offer?", she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 22:54:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, and Therion<br><hr><br>Yig could feel something coming off the female, like some kind of gas, to any other creature it might have just mixed in with the millions of other smells that floated around the market, but Yig could could tell something was not right.&nbsp; Though Yig couldn’t identify what it was immediately, after she had inhaled enough of it she felt slightly calmer and the woman that stood before seemed more trustworthy, Yig had never met a Zeltron before so she had no idea she was becoming intoxicated by her pheromones and not some gas. For now, Yig decided to stay silent, as obviously there was something going on and she didn’t know what, but if something were to happen Yig felt as though she could trust the other female.<br><br>The captain might have taken Aj’s offer, as her pheromones were making him lose focus, but the sudden appearance of her body guards shock him out of her trance. “Are you insane, a broken Wookie like this one is worth at least 25,000 credits and that’s not including our training and feeding fee,” The captain explained as he did his hand drifted to the commlink on his belt. He knew he could not take Tyron and Therion, at least not with only four men. “Do you know how hard it is to capture a female Wookie? You have to go through a hundred male Wookies just to find the damn things,” The captain explained lying, as he had only had to go through an old man and his wife to get to the Wookie, but what type of story would that be? “I mean if I were to wait a couple of days, and finish off her training I could easily make at least 30,000 credits.” As the captain continued to discuss the value of Yig he pressed a button on his commlink, informing the rest of his men he needed them. <br><br>“Now I feel like this whole situation has gotten a little intense and unnecessarily heated. I am an honest business man, how about you let me drop the wookie off at her holding cell then you and I can have a drink and talk about this without pointing guns at each other,” The captain watched the female closely, even if her two guards were galaxy renowned killers they could not stop his men from turning the walking carpet into a dead one, and he had a feeling that was what would keep him alive. He just had to stall long enough for his backup to arrive, then he would be on even footing again.<br><br>The amount of lies that poured from the captain’s mouth did not surprise Yig, after all that was how her old master’s had dead, trusting a liar. Unlike the other’s Yig had no idea that the female’s “bodyguards” were renowned for killing people, so she thought the odds were still in the captain’s favor, but she had to admit they looked tougher than the four humans that stood behind her with their blasters trained on her.&nbsp; Old habits were hard to break and though Yig wanted to nothing more than to help the female purchase her, she had been beaten and broken enough times that she found herself submitting to the monster that held her chains, as the slavers had taught her to. If the female managed to buy her then she would tell her everything, but she couldn’t risk it and in the end she was a broken slave bound to serve her master even if she wanted nothing more than to rip his head off. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 23:53:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</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 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion would settle where he was as he would start the ploy with AJ, noticing the way she played her own emotions down at least from showing on her face as she smiled to him.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sure why he was doing what he was doing as he felt the feeling of another entering the fray only to hear Tyron's voice to the side of him.&nbsp; This would usually be where he would dip into the force to try to figure out if the Mandalorian was lying or not but he resisted as it didn't matter if he was playing along like him or was really one of these guys that she refered to as she scolded him lightly for being late.&nbsp; His steps were taken away from the armored man but only to keep them from being an easy target together as his brown eyes focused on the exchange happening.&nbsp; This back and forth was both unrealistic, prices too high and too low on both sides, then again there were tactics in play.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching out in the force he could feel the hesitance of the captain, which was odd considering he was trying to make a sale.&nbsp; It made sense that with the addition of help that the captain didn't feel as secure with cutting out over the deal if he had to, as frankly the only thing better to pirates than screwing over people was doing so and not having to pay a credit.&nbsp; The blasters pointed at the wookiee made it an uneasy situation as it meant that they could quickly turn towards them as he thought over a good plan for countering such a bad situation he might have found himself in.&nbsp; His own experience and training filtered in as he would ponder pulling the wookiee up and telling AJ to hit the deck, the confusion would likely cause someone to burn their own as they were ready to blast Yig first.&nbsp; It would then be either even odds or barely above them as he thought of keeping the captain alive, perhaps a blaster burn in the midsection low and left to burn through the sciatic nerve.&nbsp; All these images danced through his mind quickly as he studied their faces placing who would likely fight and who would run, thus the ones that could be shot in the back later.&nbsp; <br><br>All of these thoughts caused him to merely stand there before he pushed through it back to the present, telling himself it was the old way to think.&nbsp; It rackled him a bit that his mind had gone to such a dark course of actions but this was why he didn't put himself in many situations like this anymore.&nbsp; "He's stalling, likely so he can get other men here."&nbsp; He said not only to AJ but Tyron, the man would likely do the same thing he was about to do, keep an eye open for anyone else coming to join this tense discussion.&nbsp; His eyes landing on the captain as he fixed them there, "I see one of your men coming with a blaster drawn and I am going to take his eyes."&nbsp; It came off harsh no doubt because Therion knew no other way but at least made it obvious blasters drawn was going to be a threat he wasn't going to tolerate.&nbsp; He might have to tell himself again he wasn't looking for a fight but if it scared the captain enough to rethink it then it would be worth the bad blood down the line.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 02:36:22</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Leaving the The Claxon Club <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr> <br>Shaa Raa knew a brush off when he heard one.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"My apologies.&nbsp; I didn't mean to interrupt." </span></span> He turned to the droid.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I have a shop in the market.&nbsp; If you're in need of any parts, remind him when he's finished." </span></span>&nbsp; He didn't offer the droid a hand or even touch it on the shoulder.&nbsp; It was a combat droid after all and he didn't want it to default to old programming if it interpreted his movements as an attack.&nbsp; With no other reason to stay, Shaa Raa and his head shaped bag headed out into the market.<br><br>Sharp eyes caught the collection of hired killers and pirates.&nbsp; He smiled behind his mask.&nbsp; There was money to be made.&nbsp; He slowed his speeder down and pulled up near the group.<br><br>He strode up to them, approaching openly from the side so that they would not be startled by his arrival.&nbsp; He made no effort to hide the head shaped object in the bag he carried.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Am I to understand that there is a dispute of some kind?&nbsp; Might I offer my services as a neutral arbitrator, so that things do not degenerate to the point where the good shopkeepers hereabouts might have to duck some blaster fire?&nbsp; All I ask is for ten credits from each side, a paltry sum, to compensate me for my time.&nbsp; If you'll all bear with me, I'm going to ask you, young lady, to present your side of the issue.&nbsp; I will ask the other gentlemen their side momentarily, so I have both sides before I need to start sorting the matter out."&nbsp; </span></span><br><br>His voice was flat and metallic, a necessary evil due to the fact that his natural voice was too high for most beings to hear.&nbsp; The flat black eye protectors and breathing mask gave him a mild look of intimidation, although it was unlikely to intimidate any of the assembled collection of killers, rapists and thieves.&nbsp; He assumed that at least some of the pirates might know him by reputation; he knew better than to rip off people capable of killing him.&nbsp; AJ would know him, as would Therion and Tyron.&nbsp; Just because they were customers didn't mean he would rule in their favour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 16:53:24</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-145/3BBY - Approach to Smuggler's Run &gt; Open Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain, Shaa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> You couldn't see Tyron's golden eyes behind his visor, but he was rolling them, so hard in fact that if they'd popped out of his skull, he wouldn't have even been surprised. The Captain practically radiated fear and dishonesty. And not just because of who he was. As he actively told a lie, Tyron could sense it, like oil was pouring out of his mouth where there should've been water. He said she was work 25k creds. A ridiculous upsell, but an ambitious one; he could give him that at least. When he continued on, saying how you had to go through at least 100 males to get to a female, something really set him off and his eye twitched.<br><br>&nbsp;There was something more to that lie. Not just something to throw them off the scent. Hmmmm. He even said he was "honest" and the amount of bullshit flowing through the Force was almost enough to gag Tyron. "Again, apologies, boss," he said to AJ with a nod of his head. Then looked back at the Captain. He wanted to bring up how slave condition would affect price, but he wasn't the person haggling, AJ was. That part was up to her, but he could help. From behind his helmet, he could watch everyone with impunity as no one knew who or what he was looking at unless he made it obvious. <br><br>So when the Captain brushed his finger against his comm and held it there for a bit longer than necessary, he came to the same conclusion as Therion. "He's right, guys trying to level the playing field. Can't blame him, just wish he was better at his job." Things were getting more and more tense by the second, with Therion finally threatening to remove eyes if backup came with blasters drawn. He probably wouldn't follow through on the threat, but Therion was the kind of guy you didn't want to take that risk with. Just as an idea struck him, the warbly modulated voice of Shaa sounded and he casually walked up to try and mediate the situation...for a modest fee of course. Leave it to that guy to find any way to make a quick cred.<br><br>&nbsp;"I've got a better idea, Shaa. One that everyone should be agreeable to; if of course, all of us are being honest with each other." He took his helmet off and tucked it under one arm, ignoring the hissing of oxygen venting from the seals. Then he took his glove off his right hand. "I'm sure you know what a Kiffar is, Captain? My people; capable of viewing the past of an object like a blaster or a ship. I can even see the pasts of things like <em>people</em>." He let the truth sink in. The ship Captain was incapable of lying to him if he really wanted to press. And they still didn't know he commanded the Force. <br><br>"So, boss, Captain, Shaa," he said including the Kel Dor as well. "I suggest something simple. Let me "read" you. If what you say is true, I'll cover the remaining 25k, making it an even 30 for the Wookiee. If you're lying though...then we <em>renegotiate</em>. Sound fair?" He had the Captain by the balls now. If he'd truly gone through a hundred enraged Wookiee's to get to this single female, then it wouldn't be something he'd soon forget. And if he'd say, murdered an old man and old woman in cold blood in the dead of space...Tyron would know that too. If he was bullshitting however... Well first off he probably wouldn't even agree to it, which would only help further cement that something about this was fishy. Honestly he was kind of itching for a fight, but if they could handle this without AJ or the Wookiee getting hurt, he'd call it a good day. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 00:30:05</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Therion, Tyron, Shaa, plus anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><br><hr>"I'm not pointing a gun at anyone.", AJ said with a tone that sounded slightly hurt. She showed her empty hands and got close to the pirate captain again. "A drink sounds much better than a shootout.", she purred and touched his arm, "Especially when you consider that you would almost certainly be the first to go down. And I am just starting to like you. The wookie would likely die, too, which means no payday for you. Also, if I get damaged or worse, my sugar-daddies won't be happy. So let's avoid all that. How about seven thousand? That's a lot of credits after all." She wanted to leave him an opportunity to save face in front of his men, and that would really be a lot of credits.<br><br>She nodded slightly at the warning from Therion, but she kept her attention on the captain, flooding him with pheromones. When Shaa cut in, AJ nodded again, still keeping close to the captain. "Ah, Shaa. How nice of you to offer your help. Maybe we can start with you giving your best estimate on what this wookie here is worth? We seem to have a slight disagreement about that here. Nothing we cannot overcome, but still. A neutral voice could be helpful."<br><br>When Tyron suggested his 'read', she could feel the captain's reaction. "That sounds like a fair deal to me.", she said, curious to see how he would react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endwell</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 02:50:40</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 145 3BBY, The Claxon Club <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chia Luaneth<br><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Zebrin, Raa Shaa<br><br><hr>The Claxton Club was a rather recent addition to Skip 1. A golden goose to some and a place to experience the finer things in life to others whom rarely got to indulge in such things. Ve'tralla wasn't here for the food, the women, the men, or the drink readily available in this place. Even though the atmosphere was to her liking she had come to experience one of her favorite vices. The frequent gambling events the upscale establishment hosted. Hell, even the serving droid seemed to hesitate when she'd requested a simple glass of H2O. It was a lower stakes pazaak tournament that had really drawn her in. 2,000 credit buy in with a reasonable take for victory. She'd already done the math in her head. It was one hell of a take for the house. 32 players, 1,500 per player to the house, 500 per player to the pot, and whatever raises each player chose to sweeten it with. Thing is she knew she'd be lucky to walk away 15k up after her buy in. Unless it was high stakes the average player didn't often realize how much the house dipped into your pocket. They'd take nearly every credit added to every pot and walk away somewhere between 50k and 75k up just for organizing the game in an upscale clusterfuck with some reasonable security. The take in Bentzal was higher, the house skimmed a lot less but you were a lot more likely to take a blaster in the back sitting at your table, but she was in the mood to be a bit more relaxed than usual. Still, somehow, things tended to work out the way they wished rather than the way she'd planned.<br><br>She now sat in on the final round at a small squared table, her hand face down on the classy red felt table and tucked away in her memory of course, with the runners up on either side of her. The male Trandoshian whom was a decent strategist and a female Kajain'sa'Nikto who she was quite certain only got so far as she did was luck. Both of whom were knocked out in the semi-finals, respectively, by herself and a male Devaronian named Korba. Not for a moment did she believe Korba was above cheating but she also found it very unlikely he was in this particular event. When it came time to draw a card she glanced at it's corner, assessing what she'd come across, and pressed it down beside the others. Without so much as a flinch in her expression she eyed Korba across the table, leaned up some, and picked up her glass to take a sip. Following the sip she kept one eye locked to his face, the other covered by the fall of her hair cut, before she set her glass down and tapped the table with the index finger of the same hand. The sip was more of a timely distraction, taking his mind out of focus for a moment, as her left hand slipped beneath the table and rest upon the hilt of one of her vibro daggers. <strong>"Stand"</strong> She uttered plainly.<br><br>Korba wasn't exactly always on the up and up but there was little he could do to rig this game. The system was far too new for him to have worked any bugs into their machinery. He kept his eyes locked to her as he drew his own card, only glancing down for a short moment to peel the corner back and give it a look, before he considered his next move. She stood, he sat at 18, thus the options left very little to be desired. With a two or more he was out his 2k buy in with nothing to show for it. No point in holding out to lose it all. Best to draw and perhaps land 20 so as to play another hand rather than resort to plan b in the middle of the club with quite a few eyes on them. Either way he planned to catch up with Ve'tralla later once she left the club but worst case scenario he lost the game, drew his blaster, and collected her bounty only to keep the winning cred chip himself. He drew once more and as he did he smirked, confident his evening was going to end exactly how he intended for it to one way or another, he turned up the corner of his card. 9, a hard bust. As he set the corner of the card down his free hand moved to the edge of the table and the one adjusting his card took hold of his own mug. <strong>"Seems like my lucky day."</strong> His nasily voice pierced the air.<br><br>Not so much as a faint smirk pressed into her lips when he bit. She picked up a single card and used it to flip her hand one by one. Without having revealed the card she used to flip them she sat at 13. Her eyes, though one was mostly concealed by her hair, never left those of Korba. His stupid grin told her the entire story yet the other two seemed not to have caught on as of yet. The Trandoshian say with a drink in one hand and a half eaten, raw, Klatooine paddy frog in the other. The Nikto simply sat with both hands under her chin intently watching to see whom the winner would be. <strong>"Before you go for your blaster let me tell you a story..."</strong> End over end she flipped her card then tapped it to the table, shifting her fingertips to the bottom before flipping again, never once revealing it to Korba in the process. <strong>"A Trandoshian, a Nikto, a Devaronian, and a Human sat and played a nice tournament of Pazaak. Then suddenly the Devaronian got this cute idea rattling around in his brain to stir up trouble when he was out played and lost his good sense. He reached for his blaster and before it left the holster his head fell to the beautiful table they were playing on."</strong> It was now that she dropped her card face up, revealing her bluff at a lowly 16, and finished her "story".<br><br><strong>"Sadly, the Nikto, whom was better prepared, followed closely in suit having picked up on the very same adorable idea. By the time the Trandoshian knew enough to stop stuffing his face did the human have a blaster on him. The battle droids on guard duty came over, settled the issue, and the human still walked away with her credits."</strong> With her palm now pressed to the felt table beside her cards she was already leaned forward and prepped to push up from her chair. <strong>"See, the other way that story ends Korba.. is that when you pick your hands up from the table you take a nice, firm, grip of those horns on your head, stand up, turn around nice and slow, and walk your happy ass right out of the club. Then.. my two friends on either side will be giving you a 2 minute head start before they try to recoup part of their buy in with that 3k bounty on your head."</strong><br><br>She quietly observed the reactions of all three other players for a moment, the fingers resting on the hilt of her vibro blade parted some and slipped down enough that when they came together they took a grasp of what would be it's pommel, drawing her weapon halfway from it's sheath to the point which the hilt could be seen. <strong>"So, Korba, What'll it be? Still feeling lucky?"</strong> She offered with a wink of her visible eye. The Nikto seemed a bit preturbed by the story, as she expected, Korba was of course rather infuriated and perhaps a bit embarrassed by Ve'tralla's words but Devaronian's were famously cowardly when they didn't feel the odds were stacked in their favor. The Trandoshian was a different story. While he'd heard the proposed situations he didn't seem as though he had much interest in anything beyond his drink and what was left of the paddy frog. Likely because he survived either scenario and could profit from either. <br><br>With a long, drawn out, glance over the half drawn weapon before bringing his eyes back to that of Ve'tralla's cold gaze. His fingertips drummed the table pinky to index, one after the other, feigning an internal struggle while already having made up his mind. <strong><em>"You're gonna regret this.. sooner than later."</em></strong> He responded with a grimace while raising his hands up to settle upon his horns. He stood up slowly, turning around, and gave her one last glance before working his way out of the club hesitantly. Leaving the felt of the table her free hand once more took hold of her glass of water, finishing it in a single large gulp, as she kept her eyes trained to the Nikto whilst listening to the Trandoshian noisily finish his food and drink. They sat quietly until about two minutes had passed and she gave a nod toward the exit. <strong>"Anytime now."</strong> The Nikto female didn't seem entirely amused but she'd take her consolation prize. The Trandoshian on the other hand was more than pleased with making back most of his buy in and the hunt that would now ensue.<br><br>Once the two were gone from the Claxon Club she withdrew her chip card and gazed upon the display. 10,000 credits. <em>"What in the hell?"</em> She thought to herself upon witnessing what damage the house had done to her pocket. She grit her teeth angrily and flagged down a serving droid, maintaining her calm with a great deal of struggle, and upon it's arrival at her side immediately bore down upon it. <br><br><strong>"What in the hell is this?"</strong> She proclaimed quite pointedly while holding up cred chip.<br><br>As per what she should have expected the droid replied in a buzzing tone with the typical flat they'd been programmed with. <strong><em>"Why that is the credit stick containing your winnings." </em></strong><br><br>The clattering droid clearly wasn't amusing her in the slightest. Still as she pushed up from her seat her vibro blade finally snapped back into it's sheath. There was little sense in destroying a droid unless it was trying to kill her. <strong>"Don't patronize me droid. Where is the rest? The take should've been no less than 25,000 credits."</strong><br><br>The droid paused for a moment and appeared as though it were either taking orders or making calculations. <strong><em>"Correct."</em></strong> He replied directly and to the point. All it had to offer her were logic and facts. <strong><em>"Following the house take your remaining take stood at 25,000 credits. With the addition of the surcharge of the galactic bounty placed upon yourself, Ms. Kurzen, levied as collateral for your safety within the establishment you are left with 10,000 credits and garnered a profit of 8,000 credits following your buy in."</em></strong> There was a slight hesitation as though the droid were waiting for an appreciative reply before it's metallic voice rang out one last time. <strong><em>"Was there to be anything else?"</em></strong><br><br>If one were close enough you could hear the groaning complaints of the leathers gloves she wore as she clenched her fist in a simmering rage. Life wasn't fair anywhere, least of all in smuggler's run, and despite the fact that most of that money was more or less promised away she hadn't much choice but to accept her rather significant losses and walk away. She picked her helmet up from the table and glanced around the club to assess the strategic strong points should Korba evade his pursuers well enough to return and trouble her further. Directly across from the door was a poor choice of course which would leave her open to a long ranged blaster attack. To one side there was of course the bar but she witnessed one of her business associates conversing with her personal mechanic for a few moments before leaving the club himself. Shaa Raa was likely on her own level so far as his talents with rare and exotic arms, the two occasionally swapped or sought parts from one another, but as expected the conversation she attempted to have with Zebrin fell rather flat. She was very partial to Zebrin. His talents and dedication to his work were second to none and he had an odd way with machines. She wouldn't put him on the spot or risk that he take a stray blaster shot. Hell, half of her take on the day would be going toward parts he requested she order to replace and bolster her personal defenses.<br><br>Opposite them, directly west of the door, did she spy the perfect booth for a vantage point but there was still a slight problem. The booth was currently occupied by one Chia Luaneth. She recognized her as one of the more prominent gamblers like herself though wasn't surprised she hadn't partaken in the pazaak tournament. It was small, rather impromptu, and the stakes were too low to attract a player of Chia's interests. Ve'tralla had also had the experience of working for a few pirates whom were under contract with Chia and thus worked for her indirectly on more than one occasion. Chia's reputation was of the sort that if Korba returned blasters raging she was less concerned for the Hapan's survival than she would be if it were Zebrin in the line of fire. There was little to no relationship between herself and the "business woman" of sorts as of yet. Still, she would make a kind gesture toward the woman for intruding and even offer her warning should she be unable to dissuade her from perhaps selecting less opportune seating.<br><br>Just as the droid began to leave her did Ve'tralla's hand snap out and catch him on the shoulder which caused him to spin around to face her a moment. <strong>"Duplicate whatever Ms. Luaneth is drinking and a non-descriptive glass of H2O."</strong> She paused a moment before her hand fell from the droid's shoulder <strong>"On the house.."</strong> Her words were pointed and a bit less than a request.<br><br>There was a slight hesitation in the droid's movement before it offered a faint nod, short reply after having clearly accepted a remote command pending the query, and strolled off to carry out it's commands. <strong><em>"One... One drink on the house has been cleared."</em></strong><br><br>She sauntered over to the seat directly across from Chia and set her head upon the floor beneath her chair as she lowered down to occupy it. The serving droid wasn't far behind and she made short work of taking both glasses so as to keep up her preference not to inform entirely too many people that she most often drank water even in a place like this. She would lean forward in her chair, raising her visible eyebrow, and offering the other glass with Chia's chosen drink to the Hapan with an inquiry. <strong>"Mind if I take this seat Ms. Luaneth?"</strong> The question had a slight double meaning but not one so easily picked up on. She had made a point not to ask if she could join her. She wondered if Chia knew her name, likely she did, but whether she could put a face to it was the question. Most often she wore her helmet apart from when gambling wherein such things were prohibited. Her eyes shifted, taking in the hypnotic movements of the dancer for a moment, before settling back to Chia's while respectfully waiting to see what she had to say about her uninvited guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 03:40:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, Shaa and Therion<br><hr><br><br>“I don’t need a middleman, I have sold enough Wookies to know what this one’s worth,” The captain explained rather harshly, “and I am not letting you use one of those force tricks on me.” The captain knew he had been backed into a corner, actually it was more of a trash compactor. If it had of been anyone else he probably would have sold the wookie and walked away, but what happened when the wookie told them about what he had done? There was a chance the wookie didn’t know basic, but the captain couldn’t take that risk. “In fact, I am just going to take my Wookie and go. I don’t need your credits right now and I definitely don’t need any of this drama,” with that the captain moved over closer to Yig, his hand drifting down to his blaster as he knew there was about to be a gun fight, he just hoped he could use the wookie as a body shield. <br><br>Reaching Yig the captain moved to grasp the chains that held the wookie’s arms together, “if you want this wookie, it will be for sale sometime after we have completed its rigorous training.” With that the captain gave a rather forceful pull on Yig’s chains. The captain had bought enough time for his men to make it to the market, but they still had to find him in the maze of people, he just hoped they wouldn’t be following the sounds of blaster fire. <br><br>At first it was just a mere rumble of anger, but as the captain tugged on her chains Yig felt something begin to boil up inside her. Yig could smell the captain’s evil scent, a scent that belonged to the killer of her family, any calming gasses the other female might have used to make Yig calm began to ware off as her nostrils were quickly over whelmed by the captain’s disgusting scent. Rage began to course through Yig’s blood, as she remembered the cry of her old master as he watched the captain gun down his wife in cold blood. The loss of her only family and the way the captain just continued to lie broke through Yig’s cowardness and fear, who else would suffer because they trusted this monster? Instead of pain and hunger Yig only felt the burning rage of hatred. <br><br>Yig knew she could die, but for once in her life she wasn’t going to submit to her chains, she owed it to her family to at least try, plus if she didn’t kill him then maybe the female and her men could, either way the galaxy would be free of this monster. With a great cry Yig moved her hands to grasp the captain’s neck. If he had of been a true slaver he would have had cuffs that stopped Yig, but he had merely used iron chains, leaving Yig’s long finger’s free to wrap around his throat. Adrenaline and rage flowed through Yig as her hands crushed down on the captain’s wind pipes. The pirates behind Yig opened fire sending electricity coursing through her body, the captain even managed to shoot Yig in the side, but no matter how great the pain Yig was so consumed by her need for revenge that even in her weak state she did not fall, not this time. Yig held the captain’s throat even as her body shut down and began to die from her over exertion, she held him until she felt his lifeless body fall from her hands. <br><br>Yig had gotten revenge for her dead family, she could die free now. Collapsing to the ground with a great thud Yig’s body began to shut down. “Free,” Yig whispered in her native tongue as her eyes closed to the world for what she believed to be the last time. <br><br>The captain’s men didn’t know what to do. At first, they tried stunning the wookie, but then they had to turn their attention to the much bigger threat. Flipping their weapons off stun they opened up on the female and her body guards, focusing on the female as they retreated to take cover behind a market stall. <br><br>The blaster shoots easily cut through the noise of the market informing all the captain’s men where the fight was taking place, along with anyone else who might be looking to make a profit out of the fight by cashing in on some bounties.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 05:48:13</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr> <br>Shaa Raa sighed.&nbsp; <em>When you present yourself as a neutral party, it is wise for those who know you to at least pretend that they don't, rather than calling you by name AND getting it wrong in the process.&nbsp; </em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I wasn't asking you,"</span></span>&nbsp; Shaa Raa said.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I was speaking to the charming young woman."</span></span> He didn't get to finish what he'd been planning on saying before the pirate waved off his services.&nbsp; Things were escalating faster than he wanted, so he stepped away.&nbsp; It was perfect timing, because the Wookie chose that moment to loose her shit all over the pirate captain.<br><br>The pirates opened up on the Wookie.&nbsp; When she went down, they turned their weapons on AJ and her bodyguards.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Shaa Raa was included in the category of random targets.<br><br>That meant he needed to shoot back.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 18:43:00</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Therion, Tyron, Shaa, plus anyone who might be hanging out in the market.<br><br><hr><br>When the pirate captain rejected her last offer and moved towards the wookie, AJ did an internal facepalm. That guy was so dumb, it was infuriating. She couldn't think of a reason why he prefered to go the confrontational way, his hand on his blaster spoke a clear language in that regard, instead of taking an easy payday. Even if he did something very bad to get his hands on the wookie, this wasn't Coruscant, there was no law enforcement. Still, his hand on his blaster made AJ get ready.<br><br>She wasn't exactly prepared for the wookie to take matters into her own hands, literally. AJ didn't get her own blaster out then, since she was very aware that there were people watching, and even here on Smuggler's Run you can't just shoot people for dealing with their slave without there being any kind of drawback. It seemed the pirates didn't care though. As soon as she saw them switching to lethal once the wookie was down, AJ jumped to the side with a speed that would surprise most. Where she just had been standing, blaster fire was hitting a merchant's booth. <strong>"CRAP!"</strong>, she cursed and changed direction with just one foot on the ground, diving behind another counter, pulling her own blaster from its hiding place. She fired once mid-air, hitting one of the pirates in the face with a stun-load before she disappeared behind the counter.<br><br>Now at the feet of a surprised merchant, AJ got into a crouch, ready to act again in an instant. "Get down!", she said, pulling the merchant down. "I'm sorry, but these idiots shot first." She made sure to look around for other stupid pirates and tried to see what Tyron, Shaa and Therion were doing. With most of the fire concentrated on where she had been standing, they were hopefully unharmed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>08-11-2017, 07:24:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</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 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion would merely watch the back and forth and new voices entering the discussion.&nbsp; The entire feeling that ebbed from it was tension from the feelings that radiated through the air.&nbsp; This pirate group was not known for their shrewd business skills and it was beginning to show as he would see his threat albeit a bit too harsh only seemed to raise the temperature of the interaction.&nbsp; It was a good thing that there were others like himself who had come to help AJ in his estimation as he felt the fever pitch of something white hot through the force but only once Yig latched onto the captain did it make it's source completely obvious.&nbsp; Her own anger and vengeance seemed to echo throughout the area as it almost seared at his senses that had extended out.&nbsp; Blaster fire erupted as his body reacted into muscle memory as the blaster pistol was pulled free.&nbsp; The first red bolt that sizzled through the air made him flick the selector into burn out of reflex, once someone was firing red bolts it meant it could become life or death.&nbsp; <br><br>Unlike most Therion was more consumed with trying to extend himself outward as he knew there were likely other pirates coming and with what they saw they would not ask questions.&nbsp; Between the four that remained they could handle it without him but if more came in unabated it would quickly swing the other way.&nbsp; He could just slip away as it wasn't his fight and he wasn't getting paid for it.&nbsp; His brown eyes would turn out into the crowd as he felt for the danger that surrounded not only him but the others.&nbsp; The blaster would raise as the first to come from around a merchant's stall would take a red bolt in the leg spinning him down and to the ground.&nbsp; It all came rushing back much to his chagrin as he would fight the way to aim for center mass, to make clean kills, brutal but efficient.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a breath he would try to slow his heart that had begun to thrum at a much higher rate.&nbsp; The dark side could be felt calling him to lose control, to give in to anger but he resisted.&nbsp; Moving to a table he would throw his hand out as it's durasteel form was flung over and he crouched behind it.&nbsp; "We have reinforcements, keep your eyes open."&nbsp; Therion would watch the others as he did his best to support them by keeping the advancing pirates pinned down or at least from progressing so quickly toward them.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-11-2017, 17:21:45</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-145/3BBY - Approach to Smuggler's Run &gt; Open Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain, Shaa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The situation hadn't gone as any of them planned. Perhaps too much force had been a bad thing, but such was the Force. Even in order, there was chaos to be found. And chaos sure was fun. The Captain denied his usage of his psychometry, calling it a "force trick". That was both lucky and unlucky for him. Sure, Tyron didn't know what he'd done; but by refusing, he knew for a fact he did <em>something</em>. The man quickly tried to leave, subtly using the threat of still shooting the wookiee as a shield during his attempted exit. Her chains clanked, and something inside the woman snapped. He sensed rage. Pure rage wrapped in sadness.<br><br>&nbsp;It wrenched at his heart before it exploded and the wookiee attacked the Captain. She choked the life clean from him, even ignoring a few electric rounds and a live blaster shot to the gut to make sure the job was done. As the man's body fell to the ground, his slave turned killer fell with him. Tyron could feel her life weakening; her presence in the Force ebbing to nothingness. He'd only been focusing on Yib for a moment or two, and then the shots started to ring out. Tyron was already in combat mode, and before he even thought about it, his hands were clearing his twin LL-30's from their holsters. His right gun flared, followed by his left.<br><br>&nbsp;Both were accompanied with cries of pain as burn holes appeared in one pirate's hand and another's shoulder. True the injuries were gruesome, but gruesome was the end of it. Both men would live, although a career change could be in order. After bullseyeing the goons, he dashed to the Wookiee's side and slid to his knees next to her. In one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms, then activated his jetpack, boosting backward through the air and landing behind a hovertruck. "You've got guts, lady. Just hold on, we're gonna get you fixed up, get you outta here. Oh, and this is probably gonna hurt, but I promise it'll feel better soon."<br><br>&nbsp;One of the things he carried with him was a medkit. It had practically everything you needed to field dress a wound, which was all they could hope for at the moment. Opening up the kit, he took a second to stand and fire a few rounds off at the pirates, just to make them think twice before ducking back down and picking up the hypospray. A wave of his hand hopefully calmed her enough with the Force that she didn't start thrashing around. <br><br>He popped in a capsule with clear liquid and injected her in the arm. The concoction was half painkiller, half antibiotic that began to keep the rest of her body stable. Then he took out the sonic scalpel and quickly, but carefully cut away as much of the charred fur and burnt flesh he could. The wound didn't look great, but wookiees were tough SOB's and it hadn't penetrated that deep. She'd live if he got done with his "surgery" quickly. The last thing to do was snap another capsule into the hyposray. This one was light blue, thick, and gooey. "All done," he'd grunt with satisfaction as the spray injected the goop directly into her wound. The blue compound started to fizzle and bubble, but that just meant the bacta was starting to work.<br><br>&nbsp;In a few hours, maybe a day or so, she'd have a patch of furless skin, but it wouldn't even leave a scar. Smiling under the mask, he pressed an adhesive pad to her wound and let it seal closed. "Leave it alone, and you'll feel better. I promise. Now excuse me, I've got something to finish helping with." Standing up, he vaulted the hovertruck and started blasting, slowly walking forward as he did and dodging any stray blasts sent his way.<br><br>&nbsp;Either the pirates would break and run, or they'd stay and fight. Either was was fine with him, he just didn't know why they'd keep this up when their Captain was dead. One of them could easily take his spot. "Just goes to show pirates must not be too smart," he shouted over the blaster fire. "Whoever took over from the last Captain could go about their business, and we won't put you out of it. But you keep goin' down this road, it gets bad for you. Trust me!" To prove his point, a red blaster bolt lanced out and shattered a bit of duracrete only inches from ones face. "What'll it be?!" When the reinforcements arrived, he crouched under a bolt going for his head, then fired back, kneecaping the offender. "Well?!"<br><br></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>10-11-2017, 01:58:03</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr> <br>If anyone had asked him, Shaa Raa would have described his combat skills as 'non-existent'.&nbsp; It was a blatant lie.&nbsp; He felt the blaster bolt burn into his arm.&nbsp; It made him drop the bag with the head in it.&nbsp; He stepped forward, too close for the pirate to get off a second shot and pinned the pirates arm under his own.&nbsp; With the blaster controlled, he reached for the only weapon he had easily available.&nbsp; The pirate's mouth formed a surprised 'O' as Shaa Raa's vibroblade had it's way with his flesh.&nbsp; He hadn't had time to activate it but that didn't mean he couldn't use it as a knife.<br><br><em>Never leave a man who shoots at you alive to take a second shot.</em><br><br>Shaa Raa savagely twisted the weapon, working it up into the pirates internal organs.&nbsp; The man's hand caught Shaa Raa's wrist but the damage was already done.&nbsp; He was already falling when Shaa Raa turned to see what the others had done.&nbsp; <br><br>AJ had taken shelter behind a merchant's booth.&nbsp; Tyron had grabbed the Wookie and bailed, after wounding&nbsp; <em>Not killing?&nbsp; Really?</em>&nbsp; two of the pirates.&nbsp; The bounty hunter should have known better.&nbsp; Therion was preparing to face 'reinforcements'.&nbsp; That left Shaa Raa facing off against three pirates.&nbsp; Two of them were wounded but still, three on one?&nbsp; Somebody was going to seriously owe him for this, assuming he survived.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, shit,"</span></span> he said pulling his blaster.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2017, 02:57:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, Shaa and Therion<br><hr><br>The pirates might have been on the dumber side, but when they found out what the captain had gotten himself into instead of charging head first into some of the most feared bounty hunters in the run they opted for the option that kept them alive and decided to just act as if they had never received his communication. This left the four pirates alone, who between their wounds and the death of their comrades decided they only had one option left, as they did not stand a chance against the bounty hunters, so they ran off hoping that the woman’s guards would not give chase, knowing full well that they were leaving their lives as pirates behind. <br><br>The feeling of arms wrapping around her body brought Yig back from the edge, just enough for her to hear the voice of a male as he inserted something into her throat. Whatever the man had inserted into her body made Yig begin to once again drift off as the male began to cut away at her scared tissue. Thanks to the medicine and her already weak body Yig did not feel the scalpel, allowing whoever was cutting into her side to do so without having to fear her moving and messing up his cut. The last thing Yig remembered before she once again drifted off was a sting of pain in her side and the man that had healed her to not touch his work, not that she could even if she wanted to.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>12-11-2017, 04:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</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 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion would feel the grip of it as he would crouch behind the durasteel table as he looked to the meter on the side of the blaster telling him it had a fully charged powerpack giving it dozen of shots.&nbsp; The breathing exercise did not help as that familiar voice would whisper to him as it told him all the things hew already knew, the knowledge he struggled to push from his mind.&nbsp; Power was something that was greater than all challenges or opposition in your way when you had enough of it.&nbsp; <em>Through power I gain victory.</em>&nbsp; It rattled somewhere between his ears as he rose enough to look over the table.&nbsp; Blaster fire did not come from the other side as he saw the backs of the approaching pirates as he would turn towards where the initial altercation had occurred.&nbsp; The wookiee was still down and the captain of course would never move again but the other pirates were turning to run away.&nbsp; His grip on his blaster was still tight as he would raise it on one of the targets streaking quickly in front of him.&nbsp; It would be an easy shot to make that would put on in the side of the rodian's head, his species were not resilient to blaster fire and it would puncture without a doubt.&nbsp; <br><br>His finger almost squeezed the trigger but he did not as he resisted the urge.&nbsp; Instead he would press the selector button on the side and fire a stun round at his feet as the blue splashed off the duracrete surface.&nbsp; It picked up the green skinned man's pace but he didn't fire back as Therion's brown eyes would survey what was behind him now.&nbsp; The blaster lowered as it would be holstered in time but for now he was trying to figure out if it was time to slip away or there was any other reason to remain nearby.&nbsp; "All threats seem to be dispersed."&nbsp; He stated firmly as the blaster went back in the holster as he felt the dark grip on him begin to loosen itself, there was nothing for it to feed on any longer as he took slow and even breaths to calm himself even more.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 20:49:01</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Therion, Tyron, Shaa Raa<br><br><hr><br>AJ tried a peek down at the side of the booth, checking for pirates and possible reinforcements. There did not seem to be any reinforcements though, maybe some of them had a braincell to share and got the idea that with their captain dead, there was a sudden opportunity for advancement. The remaining pirates were retreating, some wounded, and one was dragging the guy she stunned right in the beginning. Shaa Raa was out in the open, the only one who hadn't found cover, and he was just gutting a pirate. It was not a pretty sight, but AJ was much more concerned with the pirate behind her business partner who was starting to raise his blaster. <br><br>Quickly she switched her blaster to kill, the distance was too far for a stun shot. She fired before the pirate had his hand fully extended to shoot Shaa, and she got him right into the elbow. Howling, the man dropped his blaster and grabbed his elbow with his left hand before he ran away awkwardly. It seemed the pirates were in full flight now, but AJ couldn't be certain. Still, she couldn't sit behind this booth all day either. Grabbing some cheap cloth from the merchant's booth she ran out and zigzagged towards the spot where Tyron had been taking care of the wookie, yelling back to the merchant: "I'll pay later, am a bit busy right now!"<br><br>Once she reached the wookie, she saw the work Tyron had done on her, but the big girl was still out. AJ wasn't really sure what wookies considered nudity, but since this wookie wasn't wearing anything, she threw the pieces of cloth over her as if she was a human woman, covering the hips and the chest. Then she lifted her head up and put it in her lap, still wearily looking around. <br><br>"Come on, wake up. I really can't carry you.", she said to the female wookie, hoping she would not be out for too long. AJ started petting the fur on her head, not really thinking about it. She would have to remember to thank the guys who helped her, and that was not a problem, only Therion gave her the creeps sometimes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 23:32:07</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><hr><br><em>Well, that certainly got the heart pumping.</em><br><br>Shaa Raa watched as the remaining pirates ran off, leaving him with the two corpses.&nbsp; He looked around to make certain the coast was clear and tapped a code into his communicator.&nbsp; &nbsp; In less than a minute, an Ugnaut with a cargo trolley arrived.&nbsp; After a short negotiation, the Ugnaut handed the Kel Dor a credstick and started stripping the pirates of their clothing.&nbsp; Shaa Raa assisted and in short order, the pirates were naked and their corpses loaded.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"It's a pleasure doing business with you,"<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></span> he called out as the Ugnaut moved away.&nbsp; There was good money in fresh corpses and these had barely started to cool.&nbsp; He'd also be able to sell their weapons and other belongings.&nbsp; Soon it would be as if they had never existed.&nbsp; Truthfully, half the money belonged to the Wookie, so he'd have to give her her share.&nbsp; He picked up the head in the bag and, after checking to see that it wasn't too badly damaged, he headed in the direction the Wookie had been carried.&nbsp; If she was dead, he'd keep her half but he certainly wasn't going to deliberately rob a Wookie crazy enough to kill a man in the presence of a bunch of his armed friends.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>18-11-2017, 02:22:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, Shaa and Therion<br><hr><br><br>Yig continued to fade in and out of conciseness, her body trying to give up, but unable to due to the strangers that seemed determined to keep her alive. The pain that coursed through Yig’s body had mostly been numbed by the drugs, but since she was rather dehydrated and starved the drug also made her head spin and pound. Yig wished the strangers would leave her to die, so that she could be free of all the pain and cruelty that had haunted her for years, but she remembered that the woman had wanted to purchase her and probably didn’t want to lose her new slave. <br><br>Cracking her eyes open Yig was greeted by the sight of the woman that had sought to purchase her. From one master to another master, though Yig doubted this one could be any worse than the pirates. Yig wondered what she could tell this woman, she could not possible move under her own power and if she was only to become this woman’s pet did she really want to go on, it would be so easy to close her eyes and sleep. “I am fine,” Yig tried to growl, but it came out more as a dry whimper, as her vocals flared up in pain. Yig tried to show that she was fine by sitting up, but when she tried to push herself up her arms gave way and she fell back into the woman’s lap with a howl of pain. Yig looked up into the eyes of the red skinned female wondering what she would do with her, she wanted to ask the woman for water or something to help, but the pain that came with speaking and the uncertainty surrounding the female kept Yig silent. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>20-11-2017, 11:57:50</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Therion, Tyron, Shaa Raa<br><br><hr><br>It wasn't that hard to figure out that the wookie needed water. AJ called one of the merchants to her and asked him to bring her some water, which he did. She almost spilled it when the wookie tried to get up, but she managed to keep most of it in the cup, even when the heavy head of the female wookie landed back in her lap. That did hurt quite a bit, but AJ didn't bruise easily and she had much more painful experiences before. <br><br>"Shhh.", she said as the wookie was looking up at her. "You are hurt, don't try to move. Here, drink this." She held the cup with water to the wookie's lips and tried to get some of it inside her. As soon as she was finished, AJ pulled the blanket back up that had fallen off when Yig tried to get up before she smiled at her and said: "Hi, I'm AJ. In case you're wondering, you're free. You are no slave anymore, do you understand?"<br><br>Seeing Shaa Raa approach, she waved him towards her. "We need some sort of transportation for..." Looking back down to the wookie, she asked: "What's your name?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>21-11-2017, 01:23:11</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I have a small speeder nearby,"</span></span> Shaa Raa offered.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"It is unlikely to hold three and I doubt I could keep her from falling off if she decides to faint.&nbsp; I suggest not moving her until she is ready."</span></span>&nbsp; He watched as AJ tried to speak with the Wookie.&nbsp; He sighed and shook his head.<br><br>He reached into the bag with the head in it and pulled it out.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://djsyczylo.net/replicas/StarWars/C3P0head/3p016.jpg)<br><br>He fumbled with the protocol droid's head for a moment, then plugged it into his vocabulator.&nbsp; A moment later, the droid's left eye lit up.<br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"She says you're free," </span> </span> the protocol droid head said in Shyriiwook, just after Shaa Raa said the same thing in basic.&nbsp; He set the pirate captain's blaster and the fee the bodysnatcher had paid for his corpse in the Wookie's lap.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Her name is AJ.&nbsp; I am Shaa Raa.&nbsp; Those two are Tyron and Therion It seems that we accidentally helped you free yourself.&nbsp; My golden friend here without the body will be able to translate what you say, so we can understand each other."&nbsp; </span></span> It was weird hearing the Kel Dor's mechanical voice reproduced in an equally mechanical Wookie yowl.<br><br>Shaa Raa wasn't entirely certain that involving themselves in the escape of a slave was the brightest idea but he wasn't about to tell a Wookie crazy enough to attack somebody who was surrounded by armed allies that they couldn't exactly guarantee her freedom.&nbsp; Her former owner's heirs might have a few things to say about it and Shaa Raa had done what he'd done in self defense.&nbsp; He wasn't about to take up arms to defend the Wookie's right to self determination.&nbsp; If the pirates had been more reasonable and he'd gotten there before AJ, he would have put a bid in on her himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2017, 20:53:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, Shaa and Therion<br><hr><br>AJ’s words rung in Yig’s ears, free, Yig could never get used to the word no matter how many times she heard it. Yig wanted to believe that AJ told the truth, but no one worked for free, sure this woman might not put a physical chain around Yig’s neck, but there were still ways she could own Yig, but Yig didn’t really care, because AJ had saved her from a much worse fate. The mechanical voice of a protocol droid caused Yig’s eyes to drift from the red skinned woman to the Kel Dor, who held the head of the protocol droid. For a moment Yig thought about telling them she understood basic, but she was slow to trust and them having no idea she could understand their tongue might prove useful, plus she really didn’t want to talk anymore then she had to, so Yig held her tongue and listened as the protocol droid repeated what she already understood. <br><br>Yig downed the water before she replied to AJ, “I am fine,” which wasn’t a total lie as she couldn’t feel much due to the drugs. Once the droid head finished translating Yig added, “I am forever thankful for my freedom, I don’t have anything to give you, but I will forever be in your debit.” Yig didn’t know much about AJ, but she was a wookie and she wasn’t about to let this lady save her and not get something in return, so through the pain she started to tell AJ how she could repay her, starting with giving the woman her name. “My name is Yig and I know it doesn’t look like it right now, but I can fix things for you and if you need I can carry what ever you might need me to.” Yig tried to rise once more to show AJ how strong she was by overcoming the pain and standing, but she only managed to set up before the pain in her side stopped her. Yig didn’t want to admit that she needed help, but the pain was enough for her to overcome her stubbornness, “if you can help me up I know I can walk.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2017, 22:02:45</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Shaa Raa, Therion, Tyron<br><br><hr><br>AJ didn't really pay any attention to the bag before now, since she was busy negotiating and then busy not getting shot, but now she gave Shaa Raa a look when he produced the droid's head from his bag. The look seemed to say: <em>"Really?"</em>&nbsp; There were bounties on droids now? <br><br>Once the droid translated the thing about the wookie being in her debt, AJ shook her head. "No, no. You freed yourself. You don't owe me anything. I was a slave myself, and a kind soul helped me, so I try to help others when I can." She waited for the droid to finish squealing in wookie before she continued: "Hello Yig, nice to meet you." She smiled, until Yig tried to get up again. This made AJ afraid the wookie would fall back again, but she managed to keep herself in a sitting position. "Hold on!", she said, trying to help her by getting under her left arm. "A little help, Shaa Raa? My apartment isn't far and she could rest and heal there." Where are Tyron and Therion when you need them?<br><br>As soon as Shaa Raa would step closer, she couldn't keep herself from asking: "What's with the head?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>25-11-2017, 22:28:47</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Shaa Raa looked at AJ as if she'd grown a second head.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"What, you've never needed a translator?&nbsp; It was payment for a repair job.&nbsp; I'm not sure if I'm going to mount it on a matching chassis or mount it on a buzzdroid body.&nbsp; Just imagine this thing scuttling around on all those little legs. "</span></span> he said, his vocalizer making a metallic scuttling sound that the droid head reproduced in a very creepy echo.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Now do you want me to get my speeder or do you want&nbsp; me to try and hold up half of a woozy Wookie?"</span></span>&nbsp; <br><br>Even if AJ wasn't able to convince the Wookie that she didn't owe them anything, Yig seemed to have focused her gratitude on the Zeltron.&nbsp; That was fine by Shaa Raa; Wookie life debts weren't all they were cracked up to be.&nbsp; There was still a chance that the Wookie would bind herself to AJ anyway.&nbsp; She seemed to need somebody to focus on.&nbsp; Let dancer be the one.&nbsp; She could use a body guard and the Wookie would draw less attention with her than with him.&nbsp; Also,&nbsp; he wouldn't have to feed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>26-11-2017, 18:38:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nordicstylemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/joel-kinnaman-donald-trump.jpeg)</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 145 3BBY, Open Air Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Kaya, Tyron Open<br><br><hr><br>Therion would watch the interaction from where he stood, the blaster now safely away and no urges left to tug at him.&nbsp; The way he felt the emotions that danced through the force were strong ones that were just as dangerous as the incendiary feeling compliments.&nbsp; His brown eyes would look over the three as Tyron had not rushed into the interaction yet.&nbsp; His mind would search for the words that he could add to this but there was nothing as AJ assured the large figure of Yig that she was free now.&nbsp; He couldn't understand Shyriiwook but the translator would help him glean where this conversation was going.&nbsp; Instead he would turn look over the crowd that had mostly returned to what they were doing before as he turned his back and walked away from the three.&nbsp; Tyron got a small incline of his head as he would let the crowded area swallow him up, his training making it hard to track him as he focused on getting lost again, he wasn't sure why he had gotten involved in the first place.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning he would make his way down a corridor as he checked his chrono and did the math on how much time he had before he needed to be at the dock to do another part of a job he had been hired on for.&nbsp; The hard manual labor would be something to focus on rather than wondering on his own good Samaritan act.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 01:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ and Shaa <br><hr><br><br>Yig didn’t really understand AJ’s reasoning behind her owing the woman nothing, for if it had not been for her and her men she would either be dead or still in chains, but Yig was not in the best shape to argue with the woman, so instead she listened as the other’s planed their next move. Ignoring the shooting pain in her side and with AJ’s help Yig managed to stand up, but the pain made her unsure about how she would be able to walk. The idea of riding a speeder to their destination sounded like a great idea to Yig, but she waited for the others to decide, not wanting to seem to seem weaker than she already did, if she had to walk so be it, but the more time she spent standing still, the worse the pain became and though she tried to hide it her face reflected what she felt on the inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 16:46:41</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-145/3BBY - Open Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain, Shaa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Ty's plan, as impromptu as it was, was simple. He wanted the pirates alive so he could find any valuables they had that weren't here on them right now. It would save some time searching the ship. Hearing Therion's voice picked up over his helmet's omni-mic, he turned in his direction and nodded. "They're dumb enough to fight for their dead Captain. But I guarantee they're not dumb enough to die with him given the chance," he chuckled. <br><br>Therion was gone in the next few seconds since his good deed was done; Ty knew how he worked mostly. He got a nod from the Ex-Hand, and Tyron responded with one right back. Till next time it seemed. He slid his own blasters back into their holsters, then casually walked over to the ship while no one was paying attention and slapped a tracker on it. He wanted to see what these guys had later, but right now they had important business to handle. Walking over to AJ, Shaa Raa, and the Wookiee...and the Droid head? He uh...he yeah. <br><br><br>Once he was with the others, he knelt down and slipped his arm around Yig. "On three, okay? I'm going to lift you up." Trading places with AJ, it was rather easy for him to hold her up as she was small for a Wookiee. Definitely smaller than Gamorreans and Trandoshan's packed with fat/muscle and pure muscle...in that order. If he could haul their gigantic assess around for pay, then he could move a small Wookiee for free. "I've got her till you go get the speeder. It'll be easier for her than walking all the way there. Once you get her on, don't worry about me. I can keep up easy enough." <br></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 11:10:55</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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Shaa Raa, Therion, Tyron<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm pretty sure there are smaller translators."</span>, AJ mumbled at Shaa Raa's comment. "Please, we need your speeder. Please get it, and thank you!"<br><br>She saw Therion just walk away, giving a nod to Tyron who was just coming towards the group around the wounded Wookie. She would have to thank him later. Feeling Yig being insecure on her feet and feeling the pain, AJ felt a sense of urgency. "The speeder, please.", she managed to say while she did her best to support the Wookie. She wasn't strong enough to keep that up for long, and she was very relieved when Tyron came over and took her place.<br><br>She stretched, reaching up with her arms, a sight for which people usually had to pay. "Thank you, Tyron.", she said and planted a kiss on his cheek. "That captain was incredibly stupid. If he had more than one brain cell, my bluff would have worked. Most people would have taken the low risk option. Thankfully you stepped in to save my ass. I owe you one. And by the way, this is Yig. Yig, this is Tyron."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 22:52:41</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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Shaa Raa nodded.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"One speeder coming up."</span></span> He gave Yig a thumbs up. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You hang in there, Wobbles,"</span></span> he said.&nbsp; He trotted out of sight, stuffing the protocol droid head back into the bag as he went.<br><br>It didn't take long for him to reappear, navigating a speeder bike through the narrow side streets.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"She'll be a little tight for three,"</span></span> he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"But she will have no trouble carrying the weight and still getting us out of harms way fast enough to keep everyone happy."</span></span>&nbsp; The speeder settled to the ground, the engine idling a little lower than one might expect.&nbsp; It was a hulking beast of a bike, more than half way to being a car.&nbsp; It showed signs of its age however and not all the parts looked like they belonged as part of that design.<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ec/2e/c1/ec2ec1c85095227628fcb130bb9cf2e3.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2017, 13:57:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, and Shaa<br><hr><br><br>“Thank you,” Yig grunted out as Tyron placed his arm around her waist and helped her to stand. Tyron seemed much more adapt to carrying heavy loads, so with Tryon supporting a greater portion of her weight Yig was able to relax a little the pain that had been shooting up her side numbing out a little thanks to the support she received from stranger. <br><br>Even with Tyron supporting her weight Yig let out a thankful cry as she climbed into the speeder finally taking most of the pressure off her wound. Yig only made a thankful roar to Shaa for his help before she sat back and just tried to stay awake, the various medicines trying their best to make her relax so that her wound could heal. Onboard the speeder Yig waited in silence to find out where they were going or if they needed anything from her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-12-2017, 21:16:31</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-145/3BBY - Open Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain, Shaa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He chuckled when AJ pointed out that smaller translators existed for interpreting Wookiee. Then he raised his hand.<br>&nbsp;"I uh, I know Shirriwook. Can't speak it obviously, but I grew up around a few Wookiees so I learned young."<br>&nbsp;He nodded to the Zeltron, accepting the thanks and kiss on the cheek, then brushing it off as no big deal. <br><br>It wasn't either. She was a good friend and needed help. Why wouldn't he have stepped in? "Don't mention it. And it's good to meet you, Yig. Glad my patchwork's still holdin' up. But we <em>do</em> need to get you somewhere where we can actually do it the right way so you heal properly."<br><br>&nbsp;Once Shaa Raa had returned with the Speeder Bike that was more like a space Tuk-Tuk, they loaded Yig into the back, then he stepped away so AJ would have room to get in as well. Sliding his helmet back into place, he bent his knees and activated his jetpack. The jet flared and he boosted a few feet into the air, hovering in place. "Lead the way."<br><br></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 11:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Shaa Raa, Therion, Tyron<br><br><hr><br>"You know where I live.", AJ said to Shaa Raa. "Please get us there and I will take it from there." She wasn't really sure what to do with the wounded wookie, but at the very least there would be a big bed to rest and heal up in. <br><br>Turning to Yig in the back of the small speeder, she asked: "Yig, I don't really know how to say this, and I know too little about female Wookies, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">obviously</span>, but do you need some sort of clothing?" She waited for the droid's head to translate. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 21:13:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>The droid head growled and moaned incoherently from inside the bag.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I think he said 'Wookies don't wear clothes',"</span></span> Shaa Raa said.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm surprised you even asked, given your own attitude towards casual nudity."</span></span><br><br>It was difficult to maneuver the speeder easily through the narrow streets at low speeds with extra weight, so the Kel Dor relied on a little more speed than normal to keep the speeder upright and made liberal use of the horn to get people to move out of the way.&nbsp; When he pulled up in front of AJ's residence, an odd noise came out of his vocalizer.&nbsp; It took a moment to realize that he was laughing.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"This certainly wasn't how I expected to learn where you sleep,"</span></span> he said finally.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Is my lady intending to cuddle her Wookie by herself or will you need help getting her into bed?"</span></span>&nbsp; It was a downside of using a mechanical voicebox that tone could not be detected.&nbsp; There was no way of knowing whether Shaa Raa was being sincere or sarcastic, that is, of course, unless you knew him.&nbsp; He had a definite tendency towards sarcasm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2017, 05:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, and Shaa <br><hr><br><br>AJ’s inquiry about whether Yig needed something to wear made her remember that she was rather unpresentable. Yig personally was not bothered by her own lack of clothes, but over the course of her many years of serving and just travailing the galaxy Yig had learned that not wearing clothes made some aliens uncomfortable. Male Wookies might be able to get away without wearing anything and Yig might have been able if it wasn’t for her rather large bosoms. Not wanting to make her savor uncomfortable Yig moved her hands to cover her chest. “I usually wear clothes,” Yig growled in her native tongue, not referring to normal clothes, but to the loincloth and bra the pirates had taken from her.<br><br>When they reached AJ’s home Yig thought about climbing out of the spider on her own, but as she moved to get out of the speeder a ping in her side told her she was better off getting some help. Not wanting to seem overly pushy, but definitely looking forward to just being able to rest Yig looked around at the others not asking them for help, but still making it relatively obvious that she needed it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 11:34:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 145 3BBY, Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Shaa Raa, Therion, Tyron<br><br><hr><br>AJ gave Shaa Raa a look when he mentioned her own tendency to show skin. "Just because my people generally prefer to wear less clothing doesn't mean I'd expect everyone to do the same.", she answered. "A little empathy really wouldn't hurt your reputation. But thanks for your help. It was - surprising."<br><br>She got out of the speeder and offered Yig a hand and herself to lean on. It was only a few more steps, and she was stronger than she looked after all. Still, when the wookie leaned on her, she couldn't help but utter a low <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Uufff."</span> Where did Tyron go? Even without his help, she would manage to help Yig inside, where she had a big and comfy bed that was big enough even for a wookie. She would help Yig into it and then fall into an armchair, trying to catch her breath. <br><br>"Phew. I'm sorry, I don't speak Wookie. I will get a translator from the market. Something that is less creepy than that droid head. You rest, sleep if you can. You are safe here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>10-12-2017, 17:57:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Therion, Yig, Kaya, Tyron, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"You wound me,"</span></span> Shaa Raa said, dramatically clutching his chest.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Both with your accusation of lacking empathy and with your surprise at my assistance.&nbsp; One would almost be led to believe that you thought me entirely mercenary in my outlook."</span></span><br><br>He paused for a moment, then sighed and swung himself off the speeder.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let me give you a hand, if only to see what colour the walls are in your bedroom.&nbsp; You will also find that there is a dearth of translators at the moment, which is why I was forced to acquire the head of a protocol droid, which, I might add lacked the epithet 'creepy' up until you were no longer in need of its services.&nbsp; I had intended to loan it to Wobbles here, so she could communicate more effectively but since you are being her hostess and you find it 'creepy', I will leave you to find other means to understand her."</span></span> Had he the capability of winking at the Wookie, he would have done so but his eyes shields made it impossible.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'll be mounting it on a body shortly.&nbsp; If AJ thinks it is creepy now, what I do to it will give her nightmares."</span></span>&nbsp; <br><br>Shaa Raa wasn't sure how well the Wookie would take to the nickname he had assigned her.&nbsp; Even if her half exhausted and injured state did make his choice highly appropriate, it would not always be the case.&nbsp; If the slavers knew her real name, there was a slim chance that the nickname might offer a little protection.&nbsp; Of course he'd come up with that reasoning some time after he'd come up with the nickname, in case a justification was required.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yoda</strong> on <strong>14-12-2017, 02:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s1.postimg.org/1tkhwkuy1b/female_wookie_2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Yig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643803#msg13643803)<br><br><strong>Species:</strong> Wookie<br><br><strong>Profession:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY | Open air market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Tyron, Shaa and Therion<br><hr><br>With the help from her saviors, Yig managed to make it into AJ’s house and onto her bed without much trouble or pain. Lying on her back Yig could feel some of the pain subside as she finally took pressure off of it. Closing her eyes Yig listened to the others and just relaxed.<br><br>Yig had been called so many names in her time that she did not even care about her newest nickname, Wobbles, compared to some of her other names Wobbles was an upgrade. Even without AJ telling her to rest, Yig could feel herself drifting off. “Thanks,” Yig growled as she pushed her head back into the softest mattress she had ever used and closed her eyes. Within a few moments of closing her eyes the drugs and just straight exhaustion had her dead to the world.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 21:26:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 145 3BBY, AJ's apartment<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yig, Shaa Raa, Therion, Tyron<br><br><hr><br>She gladly took the help Shaa Raa offered in getting Yig into her bed. The Wookie was quite heavy after all. "Thanks, for real.", she said to the Kel Dor. Once she made sure Yig was resting comfortably, she turned back to the Kel Dor. "I didn't mean to offend you. Please don't punish Yig because I said something. And also, do you know what Wookies wear? I would offer her something from my wardrobe, but that would be - a stretch." She chuckled at her stupid joke. "Guess once she feels better I'll just ask her. Would you mind leaving me the creepy head here for a little while? You can still make it creepier later, can't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 23:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>&nbsp; Day 145 3BBY,&nbsp; Open Air Market<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, <br><br><br><hr><br>Shaa Raa watched as the Wookie drifted off.&nbsp; They were legendary for their strength and endurance.&nbsp; How much had it taken to exhaust this one?&nbsp; Equally legendary were the Wookie life-debts.&nbsp; AJ would have a loyal friend and fierce protector for life.&nbsp; With luck, he might manage to find a little space for himself under that umbrella.<br><br>He chuckled when AJ apologized.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"There is no need for apologies.&nbsp; Sometimes I am far too dramatic for my own good.&nbsp; You can always trust me to be an attention whore.&nbsp; You can always trust me to be honest with you as well."</span> He tapped his respirator.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Your pheromones do not affect me, so any attraction is natural, any agreement is based in rationality , any assistance is offered freely and with only a minor thought as to what I can get out of it.&nbsp; As far as what the Wookie would wear, I must confess ignorance.&nbsp; Any I have encountered were male and essentially naked.&nbsp; I would potentially consider a kilt of some sort and potentially a light drapery for her torso but I think your most obvious choice is leaving her be until she awakens and them asking.&nbsp; And yes, I will leave my creepy droid head here overnight.&nbsp; I will be back tomorrow to attach a body, so you won't have to carry it around like a salvage trophy."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Reach: Skip 1 (Smuggler's Run)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-01-2018, 17:43:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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-145/3BBY - Open Market<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig,&nbsp; Shaa Raa</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> After they'd saved the Wookiee and gotten her loaded on Shaa Raa's speeder, they all headed toward AJ's place. On the way though, a thought crossed Ty's mind and he silently wheeled off from his position slightly above the speeder. No one even noticed he'd left, probably not until they got there, looked around and realized his absence. He had a reason though, and that reason was apparent to anyone left behind in the market who saw him rummaging around until he found an entrance into the slaver's ship.<br><br>&nbsp;He was an opportunist, and since opportunity had presented itself, he saw no harm in plundering everything he could take from the ship. It wasn't an amazing haul, but it wasn't half bad. And he had a surprise for the Wookiee too when he got back. After clearing the place out, he activated his jetpack and flew directly to AJ's. He knew where it was. He knocked, then entered shortly after that. "Sorry about the vanishing act. <br><br>Had somethin' to do real quick." Walking further into the home, he placed a small bag of credits on a table, along with a bra and loincloth. "I think those belong to our friend. And the credits are...well they're a start to help her out now that she's free." Then he turned to AJ. "I heard that joke from outside...that was just, that was just <em>bad</em>," he chuckled. "You need to work on your act, beautiful."<br></span><br>
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