[10-19:13] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((But wait-did he throw you before or after I posted charging you?))
[10-19:13] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((YAY))
[10-19:14] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: *Just played his first game of CS*
[10-19:14] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *as Prefekt comes down, his hands would snap up immediately and grab his ankles -- then, if successful, he would slam him with the force of a city bus into a nearby wall.*
[10-19:14] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((he posted it before :/ ))
[10-19:16] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *scratch that. On her way out, she decides against hooking it by foot, and pauses by a canvas-covered lump. Pulls off the canvas, revealing the modified swoop beneath. Shrugs on a jacket and tugs on a helmet before seating herself on the craft. Guns the engines and tears out of the hanger*
[10-19:16] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *she lifts the ship off. hovering..to see where the others are. isn't about to leave them down there to get pummeled*
[10-19:17] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Then I charged to where he was thrown...said he charged to Victor, I don't care where he was put before that.))
[10-19:17] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : *gets knocked fucking retarded by Victor. Is really out. Totally gone. Has boarded the ship to Fairyland, and isn't coming back anytime soon. Ouch.*
[10-19:18] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: *Eyes pic* Angelina Jolie?
[10-19:18] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *bleh, ok, Before he charges Prefekt, Kliv comes at him with the vibroblade/cutter combo. Again, it's like they're hitting stone. In his zeal to go after Prefekt, he would slam Kliv away with a backhand of his arm with enough force to knock him several meters away.*
[10-19:18] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Yeah. She's hot. I'd do her.))
[10-19:19] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((what is that on her lip?))
[10-19:19] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: O_O
[10-19:19] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: Strawberry syrup!
[10-19:19] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Well, I'm sure it's supposed to be blood, but it's probably like cornstarch and red food dye.))
[10-19:19] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((From that resolution, it looks like a bleeding herpes sore.))
[10-19:19] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: It's blood.
[10-19:20] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: And because it's blood, that makes the picture so fucking sexy...
[10-19:20] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : *perhaps Eve would feel Prefekt leave this plane of consciousness, and make that visit to Fairy Happy La-La land. If not, he's still there. Knocked the fuck out*
[10-19:21] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *brings the ship up over Victor. underside guns clicking out. that peculiar whine as the guns charge...fires off a warning shot as soon as she's got a clear shot on victor*
[10-19:21] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((...that's my gig...))
[10-19:23] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((the blood not the herpes.))
[10-19:23] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *as soon as he hears the whine of her guns powering up, he would take evasive manuevers, running around in haphazard circles and thus making it impossible to track him easily. He would then kick off a building and propel himself up to the roof, intending to jump to the ship next -- depending on its altitude.*
[10-19:23] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Hops back, the hit beating down upon his tough skin, knocking him back-this inspires him to keep further from arm's length from Victor for the time being*
[10-19:23] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*bites Ronnie*))
[10-19:23] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *speeds down back alleys and side streets making pace towards the shithole cantina*
[10-19:23] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((*receives herpes from Jen*))
[10-19:25] 94b9c, *Jenalia : (( o_o ))
[10-19:25] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*whips out notepad, writes something down*))
[10-19:25] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *...was still taking off...how high can the crazy assassin jump?*
[10-19:26] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((with the speed/strength drugs, about as high as a typical mos eisley building's roof. I jumped to one of them first, so it depends upon how high/far away you are.))
[10-19:28] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *..unfortunately isn't that far from the building nor that high up. had to be close enough to target the crazy assassin didn't she?*
[10-19:28] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : *knocked the fuck out*
[10-19:28] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *fires off those guns as he jumps however*
[10-19:29] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *well then! He takes evasive manuevers once more upon the roof, zig-zagging to make him impossible to track, and then he leaps with incredible tenacity for Jenalia's ship. Landing upon it right before the cockpit where he supposes she is. What kind of ship is it anyway?*
[10-19:30] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *does a spinout stop beside the cantina, and hops off the swoop. Tosses the helmet into a compartment on the rear of the craft. places a hand on the blaster strapped to her thigh and scopes out the area. Draws and blasts the head off the nearest jawa and drags the corpse by its bloody neck, depositing it in front of her bitchin' swoop. Figures that will serve as warning to some of the more smalltime crooks abound, at the least.*
[10-19:30] JOIN: Vülfing has entered.
[10-19:30] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((....freighter. kinda like the falcon i guess.))
[10-19:31] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((i had the specifics once.))
[10-19:31] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Okay, gotcha. *ponders how his enhanced strength works vs plastisteel or durasteel*))
[10-19:32] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: You're not going to be able to do anything to durasteel.
[10-19:32] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Moves up alongside Prefekt, standing before him and chuckling as he saw the assassin crush the Jedi* Jeedai pay leep serrveece to a fadeeng religionn choked weeth ay waneeng powerr...
[10-19:32] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((figures. :( ))
[10-19:33] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((rofl kliv is sassing you!))
[10-19:34] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *she fires up engines then. taking the ship upwards. the gravity of the movement should push Victor down some. is heading for space above*
[10-19:34] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Meanwhile, two NRI officers, a Quarren and a Defel move in...the Defel invisible in the shadows, literally one with them...the Quarren a bit more empirically charging to the freighter, bypassing any security fields/plates in between them and the ship...the Quarren and Defel climb the ship with ease, small plates on their arms and feet adhering magnetically to the hull to get on top and face Victor*
[10-19:36] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*ponders* they have spacesuits? ;D ))
[10-19:37] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *while, naturally. Jenalia stares at the guy clinging to the ship. contemplating the hull. could electrify it*
[10-19:38] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((You see them wearing nondescript black robes, same as Kliv. They're all the rage.))
[10-19:38] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : *knooooooooooooocked the fuck out*
[10-19:38] 679a6, *General Kliv : *They fall, hitting the top of the ship with a thud but hanging onto it, clutching for handholds and adeptly moving into a crawling position, blaster pistols drawn*
[10-19:40] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*not sayin' it*))
[10-19:40] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *plastered upon the transparisteel cockpit window of Jenalia's ship, two electrified Ne'kressis short-sword blades extending from each underarm with a shhhink. He crouches atop the cockpit and begins hammering it, drug-augmented strength chipping away at the only thing that would separate Jenalia from the vacuum of space as well. Meanwhile, he pays no heed to the approaching Quarren and Defel.*
[10-19:41] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Pokes Dirano's ribs with the toe of his boot, sighing and scooping the fallen Jedi up in his arms...he slings him over his back-all this after sheathing/holstering all armed weapons, of course*
[10-19:42] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *the ship slows at it reaches the area in the atmoshpere where one can still breathe. with difficulty. she slowly smiles. and flicks a switch. electrifying the hull. just to see what happens. if that has no effect however. would begin the ship on a slow spin. if he's not careful it will throw him off. plumetting to the ground below*
[10-19:43] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*not sure how electricity would affect him :/*))
[10-19:43] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*pokes around for V*)
[10-19:44] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *enters the establishment, pausing slightly in the doorway for two reasons. One) to mentally recount all the fights and showdowns the cantina was home too, and two) to get used to the stench. Approaches the bar and orders something hard on the rocks*
[10-19:45] daf5e, *Prefekt Dirano : *knocked the fuck out, btw*
[10-19:45] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Meanwhile, Kliv scoops up the lightsaber hilts, clipping one back onto Dirano's belt, and pocketing one for himself-he can always blame it on Warren later on*
[10-19:46] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((rofl bastard))
[10-19:46] 94b9c, *Jenalia : (( :( ))
[10-19:46] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*feels all guilty now* ))
[10-19:47] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Don't. This has been a most profitable exchange.))
[10-19:47] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((not for prefekt. he's knocked the fuck out.))
[10-19:48] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Correction: He's knocked fucking retarded.))
[10-19:48] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*waits for V to respond in IM*))
[10-19:49] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((ok.))
[10-19:50] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *as the electricity runs through the hull, he pauses. The shock runs through his system, giving him a bit of a jolt, but it doesn't fry him. He merely continues to hang on for however long the electrification lasts, then would continue chipping away again.*
[10-19:52] 679a6, *General Kliv : *The officers wear armoured, yet insulated suits, taking care not to touch the charged hull. They fire at Victor, specifically targeting his Ne'kressis blade with deadly precision*
[10-19:52] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *takes a seat at a side booth, sliding in carefully lest there's something that bites hidden within the darkness, as there often is*
[10-19:53] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((fs. *doesn't know the resistance of the blades either, so much about his own damn character he doesn't know*))
[10-19:53] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *its a rather thick plate of transparisteel. so it'd take him a while. spins the ship a little faster. meaning to make it very difficult for him to continue chipping it away*
[10-19:54] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((V says that when exposed to blaster fire, Ne'kressis weapons fizzle like soda on rock candy.))
[10-19:55] 679a6, *General Kliv : *The officers get dizzy with the spinning, but hold their own, safely increasing the strength of the magnetic panels on their wrists and feet-the panels clamped to their limbs for dear life*
[10-19:56] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*lol*))
[10-19:56] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((mmm....rock candy...))
[10-19:56] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((how high is the ship?))
[10-19:57] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((...up in the atmosphere. where the air is thin. verreh high.))
[10-19:57] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((.... >:/ ))
[10-19:57] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Kliv taps a random-seeming Jawa in a brown robe on the shoulder, and hands him the lightsaber he pocketed from Prefekt. The little creature dutifully speeds off, shouting a rapid acknowledgement in its own language*
[10-19:57] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((LOL))
[10-19:58] 679a6, *General Kliv : Perrhapss our recruiteeng ads should reaaad...."That'ss right! Wee steal, too! Annd we're everywherre...sign up at yorr local recruiteeng offeece today!"
[10-19:58] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*chuckle*))
[10-19:59] JOIN: Andy has entered.
[10-19:59] 679a6, *General Kliv : *He coos softly, whistling a Tibrese nursery rhyme into Dirano's ear softly and moving into the medcenter*
[10-19:59] 54531, Andy: (('Lo all.))
[10-19:59] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *takes a long pull off her drink and her shoulders relax slightly. Is on leave of some sort, it would seem*
[10-19:59] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((omfg))
[10-20:01] 54531, Andy: ((*yawns*))
[10-20:01] f10a5, White Owl: That's an interesting picture...what with the blood...and the...eww...
[10-20:01] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *note. the spin is not fast enough to throw the crazy assassin off yet. just wants him to stop trying to kill her ship*
[10-20:02] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((I'd hit it.))
[10-20:02] 54531, Andy: ((It is quite graphic. :P))
[10-20:02] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: 'lo Owl :)
[10-20:02] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Nods to the medical technicians, handing Prefekt off to them before swiftly exiting the establishment and jogging towards his own little ship*
[10-20:03] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((no worse than thissa one.))
[10-20:03] f10a5, White Owl: Ahoy.
[10-20:03] 54531, Andy: ((*two thumbs up for Jen's pic*))
[10-20:03] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *he turns slightly as the officers fire, so that their blaster bolts slam into his arm instead -- again, like hitting stone as the chrysalis hardened skin weathers it. The blades retract. In that case, if it's not fast enough to throw him off just yet, he falls upon his hands and knees, gripping the durasteel with nothing more than his bare fingers, and he begins to move toward the rear of the freighter, completely oblivious to the Quarren and Defel.*
[10-20:04] 94b9c, *Jenalia : (( :D))
[10-20:04] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((But...Ailis is Ronnie.))
[10-20:04] f10a5, White Owl: It looks like Angelina Jolie...if that's how you spell her name... :
[10-20:04] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Wow, Jenalia's really had an epiphany.))
[10-20:05] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((huh?))
[10-20:05] 54531, Andy: ((Because it is Angelina Jolie. :P))
[10-20:05] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((A bloody one, if that's her new image :P ))
[10-20:06] 54531, Andy: ((*stares at Jen's picture* Eh, fuckable.))
[10-20:06] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((no. but it'd be interesting.))
[10-20:06] f10a5, White Owl: What is with the bleeding? Oi.
[10-20:06] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((LOL @ Andy))
[10-20:07] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*cackle*))
[10-20:07] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((I'd hit that too.))
[10-20:07] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[10-20:07] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((The bleeding's cool. Ailis is a bad guy. She's morbid and twisted and dark and so am I. Get over the blood! It's food dye!))
[10-20:07] 54531, Andy: (*snickers* Jen, I'd actually let her bite me, and do all the freakness that comes with it.
[10-20:08] f10a5, White Owl: Jenalia too?
[10-20:08] 94b9c, *Jenalia : (( was just demonstrating that the blood witch is my gig.))
[10-20:08] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *pulls a dagger from its sheath and begins to twist the point into the tabletop absently.*
[10-20:08] f10a5, White Owl: Oh.
[10-20:09] 54531, Andy: ((*yawn*))
[10-20:09] f10a5, White Owl: ...
[10-20:09] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Your turn Stoney and/or Jenneh.))
[10-20:09] 54531, Andy: ((*enjoyed his two large glasses of Rickards Red Beer*
[10-20:09] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *..suddenly lets the ship drop towards the surface...*
[10-20:10] f10a5, White Owl: Well I still like it when they're not oozing vital fluids...like my pic.
[10-20:10] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Oozing with vital fluids? Who says it's their own blood? It could be someone elses vital fluids.))
[10-20:11] EXIT: Andy has left the chat ( *goes off to play backgammon* ).
[10-20:11] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((exactly!))
[10-20:11] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Reaches his ship, powering it up and lifting off smoothly, the ship having the appearance of a dilapidated old Skipray Blastboat...it careens towards the whirling freighter, laser cannons powering up* See if yo possess armour stronng enough to beat thees...
[10-20:12] f10a5, White Owl: Ehhh...
[10-20:12] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *ponders why people get so happy over leave. Has jacksquat to do.*
[10-20:12] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*could give Ailis something to do*))
[10-20:12] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *he reaches one of the officers and siezes him, using him to stand up once more -- and then he hoists him up and flings him over the ship. While he still has momentum, he darts toward the other and does the same.*
[10-20:13] 679a6, *General Kliv : *He brings the comm system onLine, watching as the ship plummets toward the surface of the planet and careening lazily to match its trajectory* Unidenteefied freighterr, pleaase holld stationarry poseetionn..yo seem to havve ay pesst on yorr hull...allow mee to reed of eet.
[10-20:13] f10a5, White Owl: Someone.
[10-20:13] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *even if the magnets keep his feet bound to the ship, he lifts him with enough force to rip his feet from his body, leaving them there.*
[10-20:13] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((What kinda something?))
[10-20:14] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((o_o))
[10-20:14] 679a6, *General Kliv : *The Quarren is hurled towards certain doom, but the Defel proves much more of a challenge-in fact, impossible to grab onto conclusively...he constantly slips even between the strongest or fastest of grasps, moving around Victor's arms and legs and bolstering and weakening magnetic field strength to adhere liberally to either Warren or the ship's hull*
[10-20:14] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Mad hott sex.))
[10-20:14] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *flips the ship*
[10-20:15] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Is the Defel liquid or something?))
[10-20:15] f10a5, White Owl: *L*
[10-20:16] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *tho it'd be close enough to ground now that if Victor is thrown off it might not kill him*
[10-20:16] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((No, but his fur is absorbant to light, he looks kind of like a black shadow-confusing, to say the least. Most creatures would never see them in broad daylight. You notice a red visor on what must be his head.))
[10-20:16] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((naturally. Ailis is just so unbearably hot ))
[10-20:17] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *flicks comm active* -how about you let me get rid of it on my own...my ship, bubba-
[10-20:17] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *either didn't notice the two others. or figures them to be bad guys!*
[10-20:17] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I honestly liked Ailis's old pic better. Angelina Jolie is a bit too prissy looking for my tastes :/ ))
[10-20:18] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Yeah, but I like my new pic better, and I like lookin' at it, so it stays. :D))
[10-20:18] 679a6, *General Kliv : Two of my menn...screetch thaht, onne of my menn ees aboarrd thee ship...*his voice takes on an ingeniously pleadingly human tone* Eef yo firre, they he weell havve no hope of surrvival...
[10-20:19] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Omgz someone rp with me.))
[10-20:19] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((...altho. i only have 30 minutes. then i chauffer. then i return.))
[10-20:20] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Gotcha.)) *as the Defel moves around him, his ocular implants adjust to infrared settings, and one of the electrified Ne'kressis short-swords once again extends from under his arm. He thrusts it directly at the Defel's midesection, their close proximity making it difficult to dodge. And as soon as he completes this action, the ship spins, and he loses his grip. As he plummets, he turns himself upward, pulling a one-shot rocket launcher from his trenchcoat and fires with marksman accuracy as Jenalia's thrusters while still in fairly close range. Then he continues to fall*
[10-20:21] f10a5, White Owl: *lol@Ailis*
[10-20:22] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((that was evil.))
[10-20:22] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Yes. Yes it was.))
[10-20:23] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *and a maniacal laughter pierces the night as he plummets*
[10-20:24] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Well then you're no good to me until you're back, Jen.))
[10-20:25] 679a6, *General Kliv : *The Defel is slashed on the side, dodging but dripping a vaguely purple blood....he moves with cat-like agility between Victor's legs, seeing him draw the one shot rifle, quickly scaling the assassin like a tree...as he's in his maniacal concentration of rage, the Defel jams his little hand onto the safety button just as he pulls the triggah, to cause the weapon to misfire and explode before it gets out of the launcher...probably throwing them clear and killing at least one of them, if it goes smoothly enough*
[10-20:25] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Launcher, not rifle.))
[10-20:26] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *leans back in the booth, reminiscing about a time that didn't suck this much ass*
[10-20:26] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((....*had a post all ready...*))
[10-20:26] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Uh Stoney, I fired it as I fell.))
[10-20:27] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I can scratch it, if you want. Just thought it would be cooler-but if you want your engines to fail, that's good too.))
[10-20:27] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((I let go of the Defel which I assumed was still magnetically adhered to the ship.))
[10-20:27] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Since he has magnets and I don't :P ))
[10-20:28] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Yes, the Defel never left Victor..he's been altering his field strength to stay with Victor. The Defel did not anticipate plumeting. He is still locked with Victor.))
[10-20:28] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((........))
[10-20:28] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((It's not a refrigerator magnet, it can be adjusted :P ))
[10-20:28] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Well if I had known that I would have continued stabbing him :( ))
[10-20:29] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Plus it's electrified blade, so being slashed just wouldn't be melee damage :/ ))
[10-20:29] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((will 45 minutes be enough for you to figure this out? 'cause i'm gonna be gone about that long.))
[10-20:30] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((*Rolls his eyes* Yes, everything's electrified in this day and age, isn't it. The Defel's one spunky little alien, he's tough-the shock pains him, but is not so much that he can't do what he did. And failing his ability to jam the weapon, he could still fire his littler cutter beam into the barrel.))
[10-20:31] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((And I'm saying strenght+speed augmentation + infrared ocular implants = he wouldn't even get that liberty.))
[10-20:31] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((didn't plan on killing victor anyway.))
[10-20:32] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((he's not dying anyway, it's just a matter of if the rocket launcher goes off is all.))
[10-20:32] 30462, ºRonica : *gives up. Leaves char IC but plays cards*
[10-20:32] daf5e, *Kierdan Than : ((*stritch*))
[10-20:32] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((It goes off. Two feet in front of him.))
[10-20:33] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*sneeze*))
[10-20:33] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*throws his hands up in the air and fking gives up*))
[10-20:34] EXIT: Victor Warren has left the chat ( 8:33pm, March 10 (CST) ).
[10-20:34] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Drugs and "augmentation" only go so far, the Defel can't really do any damage to Victor, but there are limits to his godliness. Stealth and infiltration are his specialties.))
[10-20:35] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((*figured the electricity from earlier would throw everyone but victor off*))
[10-20:36] 7de01, 'D: O_O
[10-20:37] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((mind taking your post back, Kliv? I preferred it with the other ending.))
[10-20:37] ea6f8, ºV : Defel is an NPC. If the Defel was with Victor when he was falling then Victor would continue stabbing rather than fire the rocket launcher. Defel dead but Victor out of range with rocket launcher now
[10-20:38] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Well I'm sorry Jen, but I didn't know you had a planned RP with Falcon. You should have said something.))
[10-20:39] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((heh. i don't have a planned rp. i just didn't want the crazy assassin dead. just down for a bit.))
[10-20:39] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((But yes, I'll take away jamming the thing...but if Victor stabbed..as V said..))
[10-20:39] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((Can you show me a source book that says that the Defel are that versatile? I can't find anything. :/ ))
[10-20:40] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *ok, doesn't draw the rocket launcher, but repeatedly stabs the fck out of the Defel as he falls, then aims his guncane at the Defel point-blank and fires into it*
[10-20:41] f10a5, White Owl: Guncane? Nifty.
[10-20:41] f10a5, White Owl: Oh...right...the fatman from Bebop...
[10-20:41] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Versatile? ROFL - they're size small. Versatile comes with the package. And the book is Ultimate Alien Anthology.))
[10-20:42] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((LOL Owl knows teh score.))
[10-20:42] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Defel splatters :)*
[10-20:42] 94b9c, *Jenalia : *..doesn't crash then. nearly does however. the ship stopping just before it hits ground. rights. moves off somewhere safe and stays there a while*
[10-20:42] 94b9c, *Jenalia : ((bbl...thx.))
[10-20:42] EXIT: Jenalia has left the chat ( 8:42pm, March 10 (CST) ).
[10-20:43] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Gets thrown into the bar, accompanied by a series of shouts and jeers of "go back to your cups!" and "don't bother us anymore, alien!"*
[10-20:44] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *he shakes the dead Defel off of him and finally falls, slamming into the ground with a thud. After several seconds of lying there in shock, he sits up, pushing himself to his feet with the aid of his cane, and then he begins walking off -- again, toward the med center. Where Prefekt is. Ahahahahaha.*
[10-20:45] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *arches a brow as a homely-looking alien gets flung into the bar. Rather used to seeing people tossed out of here, but very rarely tossed in.*
[10-20:48] 30462, *Eve Skyler : *loving girlfriend Eve Skyler, who has gotten over Prefekt stealing her clothes and already pondered the psychological ramifications of him wearing a chick's clothes, is already at the med centre, picking up Prefekt to take him home and nurse him back to health old school.*
[10-20:48] f10a5, White Owl: Meh. *Not sure if he should stay or go watch "Last Exile" on TV* ...Alack!
[10-20:49] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *oh my, has reached the med center since it wasn't that far off anyway.* ((*opens up his Deus ex machina briefcase and pulls one out for Ronnie*))
[10-20:50] 30462, *Eve Skyler : *just loaded him into her speeder anyhow, and is already on the driver's side, hopping in and gunning the engine*
[10-20:51] 30462, *Eve Skyler : *since Prefekt is all knocked the fuck out, he'd probably be slumped so low that Victor wouldn't even see him*
[10-20:52] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Rubs his head...wavering with half drunk resign as he moves towards the bar* Everybody hates alienss theese...*he must be bleary eyed, even through his thick blue-black goggles*..dayss...
[10-20:53] JOIN: Jaret Snomel has entered.
[10-20:53] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *rather not a fan of aliens herself, but not to the point of going out and commiting childish hatecrimes. Has more important things to kill. Watches the alien's weaving progress through the bar*
[10-20:54] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *pffffty, fine. He walks into the med center as the speeder jets off. After a few minutes, he realizes that Prefekt is not in the vicinity, and he lets out a roar. He goes about killing the remainder of the med center staff and then, after walking back out into the street, he launches the rocket from the rocket launcher right through the front door. BOOM. Med center goes up in flames. He can feel his small mental stability slipping -- it's time for therapy! He presses a few buttons on his crono, signalling his shuttle to come in for retrieval, while at the same time sending a message to Teniel that he is returning for drug therapy and a report on his current progress. And also to raid the armory some more.*
[10-20:55] 30462, *Eve Skyler : *zips off home. Wonders if she remembered to turn the oven off. Composes a mental grocery list. Blah blah wholesome blah blah.*
[10-20:55] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Test.))
[10-20:56] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Um...I think I've...had enough. *Glances to Ailis, his presence noticeably warming* Hello there, purdy lady. *his voice is vaguely filtered*
[10-20:58] 30462, *Eve Skyler : *gone*
[10-20:58] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *the shuttle zips in, coming down for a landing. He boards and it takes off for the upper atmosphere once again. He relaxes his hefty frame into the pilot's chair and closes his eyes, a small, insane giggle escaping his lips as the ship heads out of the system and blasts off into hyperspace.*
[10-20:59] 4cd63, *Ranarol Arghua : *Test*
[10-20:59] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((*kicks D* Psssst Teniel gets a msg about Victor returning.))
[10-20:59] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *gives the alien an unamused look, and regrets opting to leave her armour at home. Is often hindered by how mad sexy she is. Alas.* Hello yourself, alien.
[10-20:59] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Zumph.
[10-21:00] 7de01, 'D: ....okay.
[10-21:00] 1945e, *Falcon24 : What?
[10-21:01] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *gets msg. o/*
[10-21:01] 026c6, *Jaret Snomel : *Now a Nudist.*
[10-21:02] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Of course...I find the smell of humans mostly reprehensible...to be honest, I usually have to douse my olfactory receptors in sulfur to be able to stand the smell.
[10-21:03] 30462, *Ailis Shale : That must be inconvenient when humans are pummelling the daylight out of you. Pain and an offensive odour to contend with.
[10-21:07] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : You don't sound sympathetic...and you've got the gait of an Imperial. I'd say mid-fifties, about a hundred and fifty kilos...*Nyevin is clearly accurate neither with his appraisal of human age or with his use of the galaxy's standard of weighting, but nevertheless he speaks like a fool as he leans against the counter top to stay upright*
[10-21:07] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((*smokes in her room* Oh I am so bad ass.))
[10-21:08] 4cd63, *Ranarol Arghua : ((Right, this'll do.))
[10-21:09] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I should be in my mid-50's. *dryly, as she clinks the ice around in her glass and then downs the rest of her drink. Signals to the bartender for another* That's as close as you got.
[10-21:12] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Stands upright somewhat proudly, nearly stumbling* I'm somewhat of an expert at guessing human attributes just by looking...few others can immitate their odd, vacuous expressions..
[10-21:16] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *can't even believe she's giving this excuse for life the time of day. Or night, as it were* That's certainly a marketable talent. Perhaps you should stop wasting your time here and go make your fortune.
[10-21:18] 4cd63, ºAzhrei: Hmm.
[10-21:18] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : You're trying to get rid of me...for an Imperial, you're not very productive, you know..
[10-21:19] 30462, *Ailis Shale : You'd prefer I kill you?
[10-21:23] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Is that all you're made for? I suppose I overestimated the Imperials' need for paperwork and bureaucracy...sometimes I wonder if that's the real reason they fell.
[10-21:25] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *stands up from the booth. Really doesn't take lightly to the fall of the Empire. Places a hand on her hip, intentionally close to the bevy of weapons she carries* Don't test me, alien.
[10-21:29] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Blinks, not understanding her touchiness at the Empire's collapse-he returns the response evenly, showing no fear...though this is not out of foolish or bravery, more out of the twisted soul any force user could immediately pick up on*
[10-21:29] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Test you? It seemed a fair question.
[10-21:30] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *is in fact a force user. Thusly picks up on it. Lofts a brow* I'll be the judge of that.
[10-21:32] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : I've only read about the Empire's glory in books and what seem like fairy tales long past...tell me-do Imperials really view themselves as superior to alien species? I always thought it was somehow rhetoric of the Rebel Alliance, used as a propaganda machine and to explain their miraculous victory..and I thought-I used to think-that any anti-alien sentiment that exists now is the result of the New Republic.
[10-21:34] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Yes, we do find ourselves superior. I can count on one hand the number of aliens that deserved any esteem or equal ranking. Some propaganda does ring true. *unclips her lightsaber from her belt, its length indicating it's double-sided*
[10-21:36] 1945e, *Falcon24 : is Ailis an imperial guard? i forgot.
[10-21:37] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Yes. She and Falcon served the Emperor at the same time.))
[10-21:38] 1945e, *Falcon24 : OH YEAH
[10-21:38] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((*glee*))
[10-21:38] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *His gaze flicks briefly to the weapon, unfazed by it-he's seen too many of the weapons in his day, fought too many battles against insane odds to let it bother him-if she fights him she fights him...if she is skilled enough to kill him, then what better end to his suffering* Why don't the Imperials favour aliens? It seems to me that it's a huge disadvantage...humans are more numerous than any other race, but combined...aliens far outnumber them.
[10-21:43] 30462, *Ailis Shale : That's just one of the enigmas of the Empire.
[10-21:49] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Yes, I suppose they are an interesting little civilization in their part of space...of course, the anti-alien walls of old somewhat collapsed in recent years...wisely so, I think-after all, their only real saving grace was the Chiss.
[10-21:50] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I grow tired of you.
[10-21:52] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Tils his head to the side, fascinated by Ailis...he has met few true patriots of such radically different ideologies from his-save for when he's staring down a Ne'kressis warrior* Forgive a drunk fool for letting his tongue slip...I try to be respectful of all religions humans worship, though they're hard to keep track of...*he nods, as if speaking a foreign word* Yours is...Imperialism.
[10-21:56] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Yours appears to be running your mouth.
[10-22:01] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : Sorry....guess it's a fault of the species?
[10-22:03] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I wouldn't know. Although I don't think there'd be too many of you left if you're all as mouthy and stupid as you. *one end of the lightsaber, gleaming red, cliché but fitting, cuts through the dim interior of the bar*
[10-22:08] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((*tempted to suddenly call Ailis out of the blue but doesn't know what orders he'd give*))
[10-22:09] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *is on leave*
[10-22:09] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[10-22:09] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((Time of war! No leave. You're AWOL))
[10-22:09] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Gazes over at it, blinking impassively*...I suppose I have trouble dealing with people like you-you're, ahhm, somewhat of an empiricist, eh? No use for the silver tongue, I take it?
[10-22:13] JOIN: Jen has entered.
[10-22:13] 38527, 'Jen: i have returned!
[10-22:13] ea6f8, ºV : lol
[10-22:14] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((She gets special consideration for being a relic of the past. :P))
[10-22:14] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Aren't you perceptive. *doesn't move. Yet, anyway*
[10-22:15] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((Red likes being bothersome cause Ailis is hott.))
[10-22:15] 38527, 'Jen: hi V.
[10-22:15] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((*and pounce-tackles Jenneh*))
[10-22:16] 38527, 'Jen: *clingpounces Bird mid-air*licks*
[10-22:17] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*has to go in ten minutes or so, probably should get into a brawl with an imperial guard*))
[10-22:18] 38527, *Jenalia : *also. moves ship somewhere safe. and goes into a healing trance of sorts. ship locked down and whatnot. is like...totally gone*
[10-22:18] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *licks back*
[10-22:20] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *contemplates wandering in town to the bar*
[10-22:21] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Probably should? Do you mean shouldn't?))
[10-22:21] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : You know there're more rewarding things to do than fight. There are numerous desirable males in the city with which you might procreate. ((Oops - should = shouldn't))
[10-22:21] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*L* so he just told her to go get laid.))
[10-22:23] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *is a desireable male*
[10-22:23] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( that's cute.))
[10-22:23] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *...of DOOM*
[10-22:23] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((you are a lazy male))
[10-22:23] 30462, *Ailis Shale : My busy schedule of disembowling snarky aliens limits opportunities for romantic encounters. Perhaps you should get out of my sight immediately.
[10-22:24] 1945e, *Victor Warren : *goes and kills Jenalia then*
[10-22:24] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((my my that was harsh.))
[10-22:26] 1945e, *Victor Warren : ((No one sasses the psychotic assassin. :P))
[10-22:27] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( *sasses Bird then*))
[10-22:27] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((*sassed, likes it, asks for more*))
[10-22:27] ea6f8, ºV : lo Jen :P
[10-22:28] ea6f8, ºV : *late*
[10-22:28] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Normal Nyevin would elaborately joust at her while spouting poetry in several languages, but this is drunk talkative Nyevin with one minute left on the clock* Yeah, okay. No one here I can relate to, I guess..*he hangs his head, the saber not even registering with them. His feelings are hurt as he trudges out, but thus far he's probably too out of it to register fear*
[10-22:28] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((them = him.))
[10-22:29] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*sasses til he can be sassed no more*))
[10-22:29] 679a6, *Nyevin Maggrig : (('Night all!))
[10-22:29] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (('night. *wave*))
[10-22:29] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *restrains herself from lunging at the departing alien and making a mess of him. Switches off the sabre and gets herself another drink from the bar. Doesn't retreat to her booth again, but seats herself on a stool*
[10-22:29] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Bye!))
[10-22:30] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((shall I bug Ailis now...*ponder*))
[10-22:31] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((If you'd like. I'm for the bugging. It'd be cool if Falcon showed up too, but that's if'n he wants.))
[10-22:31] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((i'd like. can bug Falcon too.))
[10-22:32] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *strolling along towards the cantina. shrouded in a full dark cloak*
[10-22:32] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( bad late V.))
[10-22:35] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *around*
[10-22:35] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *knocks back a third of her drink and clips the sabre back in its place*
[10-22:36] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((wtf we're playing slis and falc in 2 chats.))
[10-22:37] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( that's because i like slis so much.))
[10-22:39] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((you could always be like "bah" and then luridus would take her.))
[10-22:40] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((pfffffffffft.))
[10-22:41] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((s'what i thought.))
[10-22:42] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *she clears the doorway a few moments later. moving towards the bar at an even pace. her movements are cold and seductive. she reaches out for a moment to drop payment on the bar as she nears it. ordering a red wine*
[10-22:43] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*just remembered who else she has that she can play here* Ooo...))
[10-22:44] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *too bad all that seduction is wasted on another chick. Looks at Aekanna over the top of her glass, vaguely placing her in her memory. May have fought her, may have seen her fight, may have fought with her. Not sure. It all tends to cloud together at times*
[10-22:45] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Wait a second, I can use red again! Red. Rrrrred. *hugs it*))
[10-22:45] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *wasn't aiming the seductive charm at Ailis. could but wasn't. she glances across at Ailis as she notes she's looking at her. a grin flickering across her darkened lips. yes. fought Ailis*
[10-22:46] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*chuckle*))
[10-22:47] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *meanwhile, he's flying high over the city lights of Mos Eisley. Noting a particular familiar building below, he places his feet out in front of him as he comes in for a landing behind the Cantina. Folding his grey, feathery wings over his shoulders, he steps inside through the back door.*
[10-22:47] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *judges by the grin that they were indeed on opposing sides. Nothing out of the ordinary then.*
[10-22:48] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *suddenly washed over by a familiar presence. Darts her eyes over to the back entrance, peering into the darkness*
[10-22:49] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *the grin fades as she takes up her newly delivered wine. choosing the least dirty spot on the glass. she takes a drink.*
[10-22:53] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he moves inside slowly, slipping into a barstool and tapping a couple of talons against the bartop, ushering the bartender over.* Corellian Ale. *he murmers gruffly*
[10-22:54] JOIN: E has entered.
[10-22:54] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ~24...~
[10-22:57] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *the mental Force suggestion passes through him like a jolt of electricity, and he raises an eyebrow, turning to peer further down the bar. He spots Ailis immediately, and stifles a grin. The Ale arrives, and he takes the glass, raising it in her direction. He then stands and moves over toward her*
[10-22:57] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *she licks her lips a bit. taking a moment to look to the new entry. her eyes narrow slightly as she reaches up to push her hood back to her shoulders. she takes her wine with her. and moves to a darkened wall. resting her back against it.*
[10-22:58] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((*tests*))
[10-22:58] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *grins as well. As she'd told that stupid alien before, she could count the non-humans worthy of esteem on one hand. This was one of them. Watches him approach, but keeps a careful eye on the Tricksy Slis as she moves from her position at the bar*
[10-22:59] 30462, *Veronica : ((Bling!))
[10-22:59] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *wise Ailis*
[10-22:59] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((rofl Tricksy Slis.))
[10-23:00] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( *is now going to end up bored like Ronnie was* well damn.))
[10-23:00] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((o/))
[10-23:02] 30462, *Veronica : *taps a cigarette against the side on an ashtray as she waits for one of her vigos to arrive. Glances out at the expanse of sand visible from the floor-to-ceiling windows of her throne room*
[10-23:03] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((*ponders how to save Jen from that endlessly boring fate*))
[10-23:03] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((Why?)) *he moves to take a barstool nearby, placing his ale on the counter. He can't help it anymore -- the grin finally breaks free. He looks almost delighted.* Well, I didn't ever expect to have this kind of meeting.
[10-23:06] 6443f, *Maura Val : *Strolls down the hallway at an utterly unhurried pace that still manages to cover the distance in very good time. Pauses at the large throne room doors, taking a moment to smooth nonexistent wrinkles out of her perfectly-tailored suit jacket. Reaches out and touches the "doorbell."*
[10-23:07] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Neither did I. I thought encounters in this hole began and ended with worthless Mos Eisley trash.
[10-23:07] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *hear that, Slis? Ohhh BURN*
[10-23:08] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *It might burn. If Slis cared what Ailis' opinion of her was. *
[10-23:08] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he frowns* I'll take that as a compliment, then. So what does bring you here, of all places? I thought the Empire would want every available man, woman, and child, given well...you know, war and all.
[10-23:08] 30462, *Veronica : *glances over her shoulder to the monitor that displays the exterior of her throne room. Looks pleased, then strides over to her desk to tap the door release*
[10-23:09] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *wonders the same thing as Falcon but is far away in his private quarters on the ISD flagship Ubermensche -- docked at a New Republic shipyard while they administer repairs to the wreckage of the Sartre. Sips a brandy.*
[10-23:10] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((I am so slick with the IC posts.))
[10-23:10] 30462, *Ailis Shale : ((Oh, I got served.)) I seem to be more of a hinderence than a help, I find. Outdated ideology and a specialized field that they can't make much use of these days. I've returned here temporarily on a sort of.... self-given leave. Perhaps inspiration will come on what purpose I can serve.
[10-23:12] 6443f, *Maura Val : *Waits for the doors to completely open before she steps in. Doesn't pause, continuing toward the desk...a smile appearing on her lips.* To what do I owe the honor of this invitation?
[10-23:13] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he raises both eyebrows* Leave...here? Of all places? Couldn't the Empire send you somewhere a little classier? Or wasn't it in the budget? *he smirks*
[10-23:13] 30462, *Veronica : Well, I suppose you'd have to owe it to the pain my ass that calls himself Dalris. *rather dryly, as she gestures to a nearby bar* Help yourself to anything, of course.
[10-23:15] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here, either. Perhaps because when I was... found, some of my first weeks in what was to me the future were spent here, and around here. *pauses a moment to take a sip of her drink* Also, this place is certainly the dregs of the galaxy, and the only place that seems to be unchangingly awful. It's perhaps reassuring.
[10-23:16] 6443f, *Maura Val : Ah yes, that wonderful lad. I'll never forget how I almost got killed rescuing his ass. I feel we share some mystical bond because of that...or not. *Heads over to the bar.* Much obliged. Want anything?
[10-23:19] 30462, *Veronica : No, I'm doing all right. *gestures to a flute of champagne on her desk, the corresponding bottle nearby* Now, our chap Dalris is desperately in need of some Nekressis toy he calls a...chila, I believe. I'll be needing you to prepare a sort of... debriefing for him, on everything we know that could aid him in planning an assault in order to acquire the toy. Perhaps sending out some agents into the field to acquire more information would be beneficial too. Ones that are expendable, naturally.
[10-23:21] ea6f8, *Dalris : *Still hasn't sorted out the problem of the Shek'dai possibly coming to exterminate them all if he contacts them. Pondering as he jobs upon some running machine within the 'gym'.*
[10-23:21] ea6f8, *Dalris : *Or jogs*
[10-23:21] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Tranquility in filth, eh? I suppose. Myself, I see very little reason to leave these days.
[10-23:22] 6443f, *Maura Val : Naturally. *Deftly fixes a Coruscanti martini.* What sort of information will he need, do you have any general idea? Erring on the side of caution, not giving him more than he needs to know, and all that. *takes a sip*
[10-23:23] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((Oo...jogging.))
[10-23:23] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I find the Remnant embarrassing, personally. And the situation in the rest of the galaxy...uneasy, in a word.
[10-23:25] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Really? New Grand Admiral not doing it for you? *he smirks* If only my kind were still around, we'd show those bugs a thing or two.
[10-23:25] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((...wasn't slis involved with the empire in this chat?))
[10-23:25] 30462, *Veronica : I think we should keep it specific to what he'd need. First, we figure out the best target for his little mission. Obviously something low key, if that's even an option with these skeezy bugs. I don't want him getting any more elaborate ideas, so certainly limit our general knowledge on this galaxy-wide foe. That's still going to the highest bidder.
[10-23:25] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((She was an AGENT))
[10-23:26] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((Right? Wait nm that was in SN reborn.))
[10-23:26] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((...I think. I don't think the Agency was a big thing in this chat, or so V says.))
[10-23:27] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((she was involved with something. killing jedi i think.))
[10-23:27] 30462, *Ailis Shale : He's very awkward in conversation. I don't really get him. I'm used to more... forceful leadership, as I'm sure you recall.
[10-23:29] ea6f8, *Dalris : OOC: Dark Circle?
[10-23:30] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((yes. ))
[10-23:30] 1945e, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *far away, he sneezes.* Hmm, someone must be talking about me.
[10-23:30] 6443f, *Maura Val : They surely have some lesser-known, not-as-well-staffed outposts scattered around that should have what he's looking for, with minimal trouble. Or as minimal as it can get with these things. *Leans back against the bar slightly, crossing one ankle over the other.* This chila, what does it do? What does he need it for?
[10-23:31] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((Slis was Dark Empire, wasn't she? And they ended up affiliated with the Circle))
[10-23:31] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Hmm, don't know much about the guy, personally. Don't check out the holonet much anymore. But it's been my experience that awkward people usually make up for it by being absolutely brilliant.
[10-23:32] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (( Something like that o_O))
[10-23:32] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*must be absolutely brilliant then*))
[10-23:32] 30462, *Veronica : I may have sort of tuned him out at that point. I was being delightfully amused with how flustered he gets. But I believe it's a communication device of some sort? I'm not entirely sure, and don't want to mislead you. Here's the kicker. Guess who I'm going to have to get to use the damned thing?
[10-23:33] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((*Is absolutely brilliant*))
[10-23:33] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I don't question his ability to lead or his intelligence. It's just... well, I've been 'back,' in a way, for at least a standard year now. I still don't feel comfortable in my own skin and my own faction.
[10-23:35] 6443f, *Maura Val : *brow furrows slightly in thought* Hmm...that freakish lackey of yours? One of the guests in the dungeons? That popular new talk show host on the holovid?
[10-23:36] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*is brillianter*))
[10-23:36] 30462, *Veronica : Sunrunner.
[10-23:37] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((*is brilliantest*)) *he shrugs* Hey, it's no secret that the Empire's seen better days, but I wouldn't quit on it yet. Then again, well...you know my feelings about the old Empire all too well.
[10-23:37] 6443f, *Maura Val : ...I liked mine better. *knocks back a good portion of her drink, then half-stifles a groan* Why him?
[10-23:38] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I haven't quit on it. There'd be even less place for me if I quit. I am, by good or bad luck, still young. I need to find my niche.
[10-23:39] ea6f8, *Dalris : *Jog jog jog. Hasn't left the gym since he arrived since Veronica's dismissal. Needs something to offer the Shek'dai overlord. Something important. Something precious*
[10-23:40] 30462, *Veronica : Because the device needs someone's who all up in that wacky bug power and Sunrunner has the unfortunate luck of being just that. *takes up her champagne and tips the glass back, draining it* God, he's so dull.
[10-23:40] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Ever consider just, you know...manipulating the guy? I mean, you've got the whole Force thing going for you...little mind trick here, mind trick there...you could have the whole Remnant in the palm of your hand. Lead it your way.
[10-23:40] 1945e, *Falcon24 : ((*shouldn't be giving ronnie ideas D:*))
[10-23:41] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((sounds like burger king. "your way, every day."))
[10-23:41] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *sips on her wine. not watching the two chat. watching the shadows. the doorway. waiting for something. hm*
[10-23:42] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *blinks, looking over at Falcon. The idea had genuinely never entered her mind. Manipulate the the Remnant? Be in control, and not just a footsoldier? How absolutely novel. But... shakes her head* Would that be wise? I don't know if I have what it takes. I carry out commands. I don't believe I have the... broader ability to lead.
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[10-23:43] 6443f, *Maura Val : There's got to be some poor wayward bug who got lost from its pack that we could kidnap instead...weigh the effort against having to deal with dullness, and you'll see which will end up being better...
[10-23:45] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he shrugs once more* Well, it's a thought, isn't it? At the very least you could persuade your new boss to consider things in a different light, maybe favor you with some more interesting tasks... *he finally picks up his ale and takes a sip.* Eh, don't mind me. Just musing. Like I said, never really liked the Empire in the first place. Too many traumatic childhood memories connected to it all. I really think both the Remnant and the New Republic have dropped the ball as far as this war's concerned. Serves the corrupt beauracracy right, really. If the Taelonian fleet was still around, you'd see some no-nonsense fireworks, I guarantee you. *he pauses, as if a thought strikes him* In fact...hmm.
[10-23:45] 30462, *Veronica : I don't think those things are even able to work against their own. No, it'll have to be Sunrunner. Hopefully I can get to him through that lady friend of his. Sunrunner despises me, for good reason, but she seems less... gung-ho good.
[10-23:45] ea6f8, *Dalris : *A soul. Zhekdhai will let him live if he can offer an important soul in return. But whose soul would be important? Lips curl up into a cruel smirk as he knows exactly who could be offered. Sunrunner. Jog jog jog*
[10-23:46] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *will one day go on to rule the galaxy*
[10-23:47] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *arches a brow* Got an idea of your own?
[10-23:50] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he waves a hand, as if dismissing it* Nah, it's just a pipe dream really. Just remembering that Taelonian technology ran off a different energy base than the ones that the New Republic and the Remnant use. Makes me curious to find out how it'd fare against those bugs...granted, the only piece of technology of theirs still in existence is my ship, but I for one don't want to take a single small fighter up against one of their big ships to find out. *he purses his lips, looking up at the dim interior lighting.* If only there was a way...hmm.
[10-23:50] 6443f, *Maura Val : That has potential. But who knows? Perhaps since he got her back and has had some fairly free-from-murder-attempts time with her and their kid, maybe he's...mellowed, and will deal with you directly. *slight pause* Then again, maybe not.
[10-23:51] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *listening to them talk however.*
[10-23:54] 30462, *Veronica : Oh, gods, that's right. They have a kid. I hate children. I hope it's not around.
[10-23:54] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Hm... You know, it could. I'm sure with your knowledge and your ship as a blueprint, something could maybe be... arranged. Created.
[10-23:57] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he taps his chin* With the fighters, maybe. But the capital ships? They're not exactly identical. And they were the real muscle behind the navy, too. *he scratches his temple* You know, I think it's high time I paid a visit to my old homeplanet. See if I can scrounge up some relics from the debris field. It's not all stardust, after all.
[10-23:58] 6443f, *Maura Val : Maybe he'll sic it on you. Order it to throw up on your shoes, or something similar. *smirks a bit...drains the rest of her drink* An attack-anklebiter.
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[11-00:01] 30462, *Veronica : Do you think you're funny? I don't think you're funny.
[11-00:02] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*thinks she's funny*))
[11-00:02] 30462, *Ailis Shale : It sounds like a good idea by me. I'd love for this stupid unifying threat to be out of the way so that the Empire could get back on track with destroying all that's right with the galaxy.
[11-00:04] 6443f, *Maura Val : No? Aww, there goes my moonlighting career as a comedian. Or maybe I just need to choose better audiences. *considers, tilting her head*
[11-00:04] 1945e, *Falcon24 : And hey, if it worked, the Remnant would have its hands on some primo new technology that'd put them well above the New Republic strength-wise. *he grins almost rogueishly*
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[11-00:06] 30462, *Veronica : No, I think it's the former. I have a fabulous sense of humour. *places her fingers against her collarbone modestly* I know funny.
[11-00:07] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Now that... that would be most interesting. This alliance of sorts doesn't sit well with me.
[11-00:09] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Makes sense to me, really. Unite against a common, stronger enemy, but once that enemy's gone it'll all go back to normal. Political rivalry and bickering and violence. No worries.
[11-00:10] 30462, *Ailis Shale : That's what I'm hoping for. I'd feel much more in my element.
[11-00:11] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Me? I don't really care whose side is stronger. I'd just give anything to see those birds of prey soaring through deep space again. Guess I really can't let go of the past, after all. *he chuckles somewhat* Speaking of the past, did you know that I killed...her?
[11-00:13] 6443f, *Maura Val : Really? How did you first become acquainted...have it threatened into submission, and absorb its enterprises? No wonder it plays to your tastes, it's afraid you'll crush it. *splits a grin, twisting the martini glass's stem between her fingers*
[11-00:18] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Her? *pause, then meaninfully* Her. No, I didn't know. And how did that come about?
[11-00:19] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he shrugs* Felt like it. She got really annoying.
[11-00:20] 30462, *Veronica : *gives Maura a withering look, but does end up succumbing to a smile* All right. That one was funny.
[11-00:21] 30462, *Ailis Shale : That's it? I was expecting a more interesting story, I have to admit.
[11-00:23] 6443f, *Maura Val : Three cheers. *raises the glass, then deposits it on the bar* Now if you ever fire me and I manage to stay alive, I'll have my other career to fall back on.
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[11-00:24] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: Beotches
[11-00:24] 1945e, *Falcon24 : Some of the biggest turning points have really boring stories attached to them. But if you want details...when all that nastiness was going down years ago around here, we decided to head into the Dune Sea and hide out there with our kids. Ten years of that... *he pauses nostalgically* Ten years, ten lifetimes...ten minutes in a secluded place with that woman is enough to make you lose it. So I harrassed a local camp of Tusken Raiders into attacking. Hoped they'd take her out. And as far as I can tell, they did. Killed my two sons while they were at it, but hell, you take the good with the bad.
[11-00:25] 30462, *Veronica : That's cute, that you think you'd be alive if I fired you. *winks*
[11-00:26] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Well, kids are really obnoxious anyway. Especially, I imagine, if they've got half of her blood.
[11-00:26] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: *ponders resurrecting this version of Corteme* Wooo...Black Sun slicer...
[11-00:27] 1945e, *Falcon24 : *he tilts his head to the side, folding his arms.* Eh, true. Can't argue with that. Still, the whole thing was very messy.
[11-00:28] 6443f, *Maura Val : I'm the eternal optimist...the constant ray of sunshine. *bats eyelashes*
[11-00:28] 30462, *Ailis Shale : I imagine so. But you and I weren't really groomed to be family folk.
[11-00:29] 30462, *Veronica : It's a wonder I put up with you at all, really. *pours herself another glass of champagne. A glass of the liquid enough to resurrect the economy of a small struggling planet*
[11-00:32] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he snorts* Grooming...I wasn't necessarily groomed to have a conscience, but it gets to me sometimes anyway. Guess the programming wasn't 100% effective.
[11-00:32] 6443f, *Maura Val : It really is...and for such an extended period of time, too. I guess we'll just have to chalk the reasons for it up under the "mysteries of the universe" category. *absently fixes another martini*
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[11-00:36] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Really? I don't find myself hindered by morals often. But I suppose our comradery is also a failure of training. Friendship was out of the question.
[11-00:38] 30462, *Veronica : Lucky for you that you're good at your job. Or that we've known each other since we were five and I used to fire you all the time in our pretend games. I must have gotten it out of my system.
[11-00:39] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he shrugs yet again* Hey, you can't account for all the variables and anomalies that present themselves. *he sips his ale some more*
[11-00:39] 30462, *Ailis Shale : And the Empire demonstrated in a big way that it wasn't infallible.
[11-00:41] 07d8a, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *playing Jenga. Pulls the wrong block and the whole thing topples all over his desk.* Damn!
[11-00:41] 30462, *Veronica : ((...))
[11-00:41] 30462, *Veronica : ((*dies. Just dies laughing*))
[11-00:41] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *Pulls his lips away from the rim of his cup, settling it back down on the saucer with care. Teniel kept his office in an orderly fashion, rather bizzare for the head of an Order that erupted chaos upon it's enemy to achieve its goals through terrorism and destruction. The Eclipse completed a dedicated temple to the Ne'kressis, whilst functioning also as a military base, within the Cron Drift. Their gods acknowledge dthe Eclipse Order's existance and pledged great rewards for service to them. The Order even an attempt to commandeer an Imperial Remnant Torpedo Sphere within the Tapani Sector. Nevertheless, Teniel the room utterly spotless in sublime tidiness. The man was not really a fan of complex architecture, he was one for simplicity - his desk was a reflective metal surface that had one support bar at the very end of the desk whereas one side of the desk blended out from the nearby wall though the darkness that shrouded the room gave the effect the desk was indeed floating. The wall behind him as a small armoury, his personal armoury. The only lights present in the room were dashes of white light running along the border of the room at both the floor and level with the roof. A faint path led from the door to his desk created by these light dashes. Though the lingering air of silence was inevitably broken as Teniel moved to stand, his footfalls acted like music to the rather dark ominous room. The doors slid open, prompted by a sharp hiss. The single figure of the High priest passing through the narrow doorway. And onto the bridge. Immediately he moved to the comm station, dismissing the officer who sat there. For the captain of one of the divisions of the Eclipse fleet was beckoned to his own comm console.* Report, Captain. *Adrynn's smoothly modulated voice cut through the low hum of the transmission. The pale man hesistated for a moment as he revised information which he stored to memory, parting his lips to report them* So far our disruption of the Corellian Run has been very much so successful, there was been rare incidents where cargo captains failed to comply with our conditions, from which we immediately destroyed them as ordered. It is also possible that we have collected a bulk freighter worth of cargo, ranging from foodstuffs, weaponry, spice, ore and etc. Though one incident caused several deaths of our troops during boarding, the Ithorian captain intiated a self-destruct sequence. *the captain visibly winced. Unconsiously bracing himself for a reprimand or worse. Yet Teniel's voice remained rather courteous.* Anything else? *The officer shook his head after another hesistant pause.* Negative, sir. *Teniel smiled, minimum loses and a large gain - clearly their operation was going rather smoothly though he was expecting retiation, it was inevitable. Bowing his head slowly in a small approving nod, Teniel cut the channel and stood. His lips pursing in thought, with the majority of the fleet stationed elsewhere he
[11-00:41] 30462, *Veronica : ((Jesus fuck!))
[11-00:42] 30462, *Veronica : ((YOU ACTUALLY USED UP THE LIMIT.))
[11-00:42] 30462, *Veronica : ((OMFG.))
[11-00:42] 6443f, *Maura Val : Those're definite possibilities, for sure. *thoughtfully* You always used to fire me with such flair that it never even bothered me much...at least, not until well after we'd finished playing. Then sometimes I'd be like "...that's so annoying!" But I got you back, in style, a few times...so it all evened out. *grins slightly*
[11-00:42] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*dies*))
[11-00:42] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((GOD DAMMIT D))
[11-00:42] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : could not run another grand operation. Though he did haveVictor and several assassians at his disposal to answer the irritating Jedi question. Though he needed more, he needed information on his enemies, precaution more or less from the New Republic. Slipping his fingers into the fingerholes of hisblack leather gloves, he ascended the stairway up the elevated platform where his command chair was stationed, his eyes flickering around the bridge once more, over his crew as he lifted a blank datapad from the armrest. Seating himself down, his fingers brushed over the keys as he began typing...*
[11-00:43] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((I FUCKING HATE YOU OMFG))
[11-00:43] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((...wow. Sweet shit. *meanwhile, rofl@Birdie*))
[11-00:43] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*rofl*))
[11-00:43] 6443f, *Maura Val : (("Damn you, Jenga...daaaaamn yooooou!"))
[11-00:43] 07d8a, *Victor Warren : ((*FUCKING QUITS THE ECLIPSE AND GOES TO WORK AS AN ASSASSIN FOR THE REMNANT*))
[11-00:43] 30462, *Veronica : ((I'm so glad I don't have to read that BOOK.))
[11-00:44] 7de01, 'D: With that novel wrote, I'm off to bed. nn all. :)
[11-00:44] 07d8a, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : ((Score!))
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[11-00:45] 30462, *Veronica : Yeah, I had that spark for leadership right from the beginning. What can I say. Admirals played war games as children. We played crime.
[11-00:45] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he tilts his head to the side, observing her* Well, if all goes well, they'll make up for their mistakes, right? I mean, they still have you, which means you haven't entirely lost your faith in them.
[11-00:45] 30462, *Veronica : ((I swear to God, I could give you my life story within the character limit.))
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[11-00:45] 30462, *Veronica : ((With details and clever annecdotes!))
[11-00:46] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: haha
[11-00:46] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : (("was born. life fucked with me. and here I am"))
[11-00:46] 30462, *Ailis Shale : Perhaps. Sometimes I wonder if it's not a false hope I'm clinging to. Allegience to the past. But it'll come to be made clear, I'm sure. I feel a critical juncture is coming.
[11-00:50] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he raises his glass toward her* Hey, you can't go wrong with a soldier's intuition. *he sips*
[11-00:50] 6443f, *Maura Val : Well, no wonder...crime was always infinitely more interesting than war games. Taught more useful life skills and provided more growth-room for helpful traits and characteristics, to boot. And saying "I just managed to squish your livelihood and have it look like someone else did" was more fun than plain ol' "I just blew up your ship."
[11-00:52] 30462, *Veronica : And some people would suggest we were deprived of a healthy childhood. Scoff. We're fabulously rich and, at least in my summation, wonderfully adjusted. And such a treat at parties, to boot.
[11-00:54] 6443f, *Maura Val : I agree with your evaluation completely. *nods, lifting her glass in a vague toast* We're marvelously well-rounded individuals.
[11-00:55] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *lifts her glass in return, then finishes off the drink. Licks her lips as she stares into the bottom of the glass, considering another. Decides against it.* I believe that's it for me. My swoop's security system has probably been eaten or dragged off by now.
[11-00:56] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he chuckles at this* Yeah, that's why I don't carry much around here. Liable to get jacked by a Jawa. *he nods his head speculatively*
[11-00:56] 30462, *Veronica : *clinks her glass against Maura's* To money, to scheming, to wheeling and deeling and crime. But mostly, to us. They say absolute power corrupts absolutely, but I believe our friendship defies that. Oh, poignant has to go on that list of what we are.
[11-00:57] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *slips off the stool, placing a hand on Falcon's shoulder* I suspect our paths will cross again, and I look forward to it.
[11-00:58] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *tenses a bit in the shadows. damnit. out of wine*
[11-00:59] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he nods, finishing off his ale in one swig. Saluting with two fingers.* As do I.
[11-00:59] 6443f, *Maura Val : To us, and the fact that we're the exception to the rule. Oh, definitely add poignant, that's a good one. *clinks glasses, then takes a long sip*
[11-01:02] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *salutes in return, then turns towards the door and briskly exits. Kicks some mangy beast away from what remains of the sacrificial jawa, and hops on her swoop. Retrieves her helmet from its compartment, and is soon off into the darkness, heading back to her ship*
[11-01:02] 30462, *Veronica : If I weren't me, I'd so want to work for me.
[11-01:03] 30462, *Ailis Shale : *GONE on this end*
[11-01:03] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he turns back to the bar and tosses a few credit chips on the counter, his vision slowly turning toward Aek. He slips from barstool to barstool until he is quite near her.* 'ello, lovely.
[11-01:04] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *..isn't on a barstool*
[11-01:05] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *then searches the damn Cantina out for her*
[11-01:06] 6443f, *Maura Val : Left modest off the list, too. *grins slightly, dark eyes twinkling in amusement...not the kind of amusement that's usually there, as in when she's tormenting some poor soul, but genuine good cheer. That'd probably be scary to just about everyone but Veronica.*
[11-01:08] 30462, *Veronica : (( http://www.legionxxiv.org/lrgswexerbike/lrgswexerbike.jpg ))
[11-01:08] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *that's okay. works with it. she glances up from the empty glass of wine...eyes focusing on Falcon a little more slowly than they should. she smirks just a bit* why hello...fancy meeting you here.
[11-01:08] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((O_O))
[11-01:09] 30462, *Veronica : Well, I would assume that one's just a given. I'm modest as the day is long. And the day's pretty damn long on this rock.
[11-01:09] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*prolly shouldn't be this amused*))
[11-01:10] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((God I thought that was gonna be stoney's chewy/leia sex pic again)) *he tilts his head* Funny, that. Taking to the drink, I see.
[11-01:11] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((So that's how they keep their fighting form...those crafty Imps.))
[11-01:12] 6443f, *Maura Val : That it is. You know, we should skip planet sometime and find somewhere the day isn't quite so long...and that hasn't been overrun by bugs. A vacation would be nice.
[11-01:12] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((Fighting form? What Star Wars movies are you watching? There's no way that regimen's working out for them, unless they're on the "barge in, get shot/sabered and die" exercise routine.))
[11-01:13] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : A glass of wine every once in a while is good for you..hadn't you heard that? *she turns the empty glass slightly in one hand. then moves to hurl it off at the area behind the bar. the shards of it would tumble into the wastebin*
[11-01:14] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he smirks* You know, I think Wuher goes through more glasses that way than any other.
[11-01:15] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((Sure, and they have to be able to run/barge, so the Stairmasters or wutever are just the thing :D))
[11-01:16] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((*eyes*))
[11-01:17] 30462, *Veronica : ((*quick image test*))
[11-01:17] 30462, *Veronica : ((Oh that's the shit. Bling.))
[11-01:17] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : It would have been less efficient to throw it at you wouldn't it? *a slight grin keeps a curve to her dark lips*
[11-01:17] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((*dons sunglasses to deflect eyeing*))
[11-01:19] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : Well, that depends on if you'd want me to get some nasty cuts or not.
[11-01:19] 30462, *Veronica : I like your thinking. There's got to be some place left that one can escape to for a respite from all this war flimflam.
[11-01:20] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : I know I'd enjoy that. *she shifts. folding her arms loosely again. fingers of one hand settled over the handle of a blade*
[11-01:21] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he frowns* Aw, that's not a very nice thing to say. *he mock-pouts, looking sheepish.*
[11-01:22] 6443f, *Maura Val : It does get so dreary after awhile. Maybe after we get Dalris out looking for his whatever-it-is, we can slip away for awhile. Everyone will be well-occupied. *drains her martini*
[11-01:22] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *really? moves a step forward..canting her head to one side. watching him verreh closely. slight psychotic taint to her eyes* you sure?
[11-01:24] 30462, *Veronica : Perhaps. I won't even say I can trust Dalris as far as I can throw him, because I'm sure I could throw him further than that. So I'm hesitant to leave him to his own devices. Still, I'm sure I'm not the only one that can stay on top of his comings and goings.
[11-01:25] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *his gaze is unwavering, and so is his smirk. He stares her straight in the eyes, a rogueish, Han Solo-esque grin on his lips.* Pretty sure, yeah.
[11-01:26] 6443f, *Maura Val : We'll see how it all works out. Definitely wouldn't want him completely unattended. *glances at her chrono* Speaking of prosaic things like work, I ought to be going...there's a report due to come in shortly that I want to receive in person...
[11-01:28] 30462, *Veronica : Oh, but of course. I've kept you away from that busy busy spynet long enough as it is.
[11-01:29] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *her fingers shift. moving the blade a bit from its home. eyes never moving away...testing him ..really...not another word, yet*
[11-01:31] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *and he is well aware of the blade, but his expression never changes, nor does he even divert his eyes from her own.*
[11-01:32] 6443f, *Maura Val : A welcome respite, though. *returns her glass to the bar* I'll start a few people on assembling the dossier, and light fires under the long-range operatives that haven't reported in lately...see if they're dead, or just lazy. And if they're just lazy, they'll be encouraged to be team players more, or they'll end up in the other category. *pushes away from the bar and starts for the doors*
[11-01:33] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *looks a bit disappointed that he didn't flinch or draw a weapon. covers it well. moves forward just enough...to bring her knee up towards his gut*
[11-01:33] 30462, *Veronica : Business as usual. *sketches something of a mock salute, touching a finger to her forehead* Always a pleasure, Maura.
[11-01:36] 6443f, *Maura Val : *offers a finger-wiggly wave* Oh, most definitely. Do have a good day. *smiles, and steps out into the hallway*
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[11-01:37] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*tweaks IE's ear*))
[11-01:38] 6443f, *Maura Val : ((*offers nerf bat*))
[11-01:39] 30462, *Veronica : *watches Val go with a smile reserved for few, then taps a control pannel, the doors to her throne room shutting and leaving her in her lavish solitude*
[11-01:39] 30462, ºRonica : *settles in for a night of looking for character pics and maybe coming up with a few new ones*
[11-01:40] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*accepts*thwaks IE*))
[11-01:40] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*is happy to see Veronica's pic*))
[11-01:41] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he places his hands directly between her knee and his gut.* Aaaand there'll be none of that.
[11-01:42] 30462, ºRonica : *glad it makes Jen happy*
[11-01:44] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *unfolds her arms fully. and reaches for his shoulders. moving forward abruptly. fully intending on him hitting the bar behind him. * really...
[11-01:46] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*thought it kinda got lost or something. yay for non-dead pic*))
[11-01:47] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *as she angles her weight forward to put her hands on his shoulders, he would slide a foot out under her to cause her to trip, and then lift from his grip on her knee to in effect toss her over his head and possibly over the bartop as well. Would get some stranger looks from Wuher.*
[11-01:48] 30462, ºRonica : No, no. It's still my OOC pic.
[11-01:49] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((the chick with the black sun?))
[11-01:51] 30462, *Veronica : ((Oh, You mean this one??)
[11-01:52] 30462, *Veronica : +)
[11-01:52] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((I'd hit it.))
[11-01:52] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *doesn't seem at all startled. in fact. ready. she'd catch her fingers on the bar at just the right moment to flip herself upright behind the bar instead of hitting the floor. she smirks a bit. and moves right back over the bar in a short jump. and begins walking for the front entrance*
[11-01:53] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: ugh
[11-01:53] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((yes. that one. ))
[11-01:53] 30462, *Veronica : ((Oh yeah, this'll forever and always be the picture I use for Veronica. I was freaking out yesterday or the day before, I don't remember, because I thought I hadn't saved it on my computer.))
[11-01:54] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he tilts his head in her direction as he watches her walk off.* Again, no fun.
[11-01:55] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : Only because you're still standing there. *as she clears the doorway*
[11-01:55] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((o_o))
[11-01:56] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *BURNED. Gets up and follows out*
[11-01:56] 30462, ºRonica : Christ, a lot of porn sure comes up when you're looking for female comic book characters.
[11-01:57] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: Alot of female comic book characters ARE porn
[11-01:57] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((links.))
[11-01:57] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((i know :( i was looking for a good char pic one day and i was like "fuck now i'm scarred for life"))
[11-01:57] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: You should see some of the "armor" they give females in games. They cover nothing. I can't even classify it as armor!
[11-01:59] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((but then i know better than to google that.))
[11-02:00] 30462, ºRonica : I just got a pop-up for some big dick lovin' girls webpage and images scared the bejesus out of me. They should never be that big.
[11-02:00] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: and now, its time for bed
[11-02:00] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: monstersofcock.com?
[11-02:00] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((LOL THE BIG DICK PORN))
[11-02:00] ea6f8, ºV : how big?
[11-02:00] 30462, ºRonica : I don't know, I didn't stick around long enough to check. Why the HELL do you know?
[11-02:01] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: Because if its the site I think it is, then its part of the ring I have a password to. Totally illegal password
[11-02:01] 30462, ºRonica : The pop-up boasted some of the 15 inch variety. It was the girth that was truly intimidating.
[11-02:01] 6e21f, 'Justin Sane: but whatever, i'm out
[11-02:01] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*dies*))
[11-02:01] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((I have always wondered if those were photoshopped.))
[11-02:01] EXIT: Justin Sane has left the chat ( Shit bitch, my girth is intimidating. ).
[11-02:02] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((...what isn't photoshopped?))
[11-02:02] ea6f8, ºV : wtf
[11-02:02] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((The big dicks.))
[11-02:02] ea6f8, ºV : how can you have something 15 inch
[11-02:02] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((And with a girth of like 6 inches))
[11-02:03] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *attacks Falcon as he steps out*
[11-02:03] ea6f8, ºV : fuck me
[11-02:03] ea6f8, ºV : girth of 6 inches?
[11-02:03] 30462, ºRonica : I don't really get who those websites are supposed to appeal to. I figure men would just feel inferior and no woman wants to deal with that.
[11-02:03] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*just dies laughing*))
[11-02:03] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *attacked! WTF*
[11-02:04] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((V: http://www.rollingstone.com/features/featuregen.asp?pid=1672 this is the largest recorded wang. those sites are photoshopped imo))
[11-02:06] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((..wasn't there this chick that went around making molds in the 60's or 70's of famous ones?))
[11-02:06] 30462, ºRonica : Oh my god, the forearm/girth thing just made me cringe and cross my legs.
[11-02:06] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((>_<))
[11-02:07] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((rofl))
[11-02:07] 30462, ºRonica : Not if my life depended on it...
[11-02:07] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((hell no.))
[11-02:08] ea6f8, ºV : hell no
[11-02:09] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((I want a wang that can generate heat like a campfire. :( ))
[11-02:09] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((...omfg.))
[11-02:11] 30462, ºRonica : I don't want anything like that anywhere near me ever.
[11-02:11] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((What would be the ideal size for you eh? ;D))
[11-02:12] ea6f8, ºV : lol
[11-02:12] ea6f8, ºV : Falc - me
[11-02:12] 30462, ºRonica : http://www.jonahfalcon.com/looks.jpg
[11-02:12] 30462, ºRonica : omg look at the top left picture.
[11-02:12] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((So...4 inches?))
[11-02:13] 30462, ºRonica : There's no nudity, don't worry.
[11-02:13] 30462, ºRonica : BURN!
[11-02:13] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((O. SNAP. BURNED.))
[11-02:13] ea6f8, ºV : Im bigger than that Falc :P
[11-02:14] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((fractions don't count.))
[11-02:14] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : (( ;D))
[11-02:16] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((damn.))
[11-02:17] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((OK V break out the measuring stick! *pulls a ruler out* because since we're guys we gotta have a pissing contest))
[11-02:17] ea6f8, ºV : I have a tape measure down stairs
[11-02:17] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((ok go get it.))
[11-02:18] ea6f8, ºV : I am not erect
[11-02:18] 30462, ºRonica : What have I done?
[11-02:18] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((...started it.))
[11-02:19] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((go find some porn.))
[11-02:19] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((it's not that hard to get a boner))
[11-02:19] ea6f8, ºV : are you already erect from seeing all those massive male members then Falc?
[11-02:19] b3906, 'ladycrowe: *idly whistles*
[11-02:19] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((hahahah hard to get a boner! Oh man I crack myself up.))
[11-02:20] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((No but since I am pitifully insecure I constantly keep records of it))
[11-02:21] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *anyway. yeah*
[11-02:21] ea6f8, ºV : I'm only average
[11-02:22] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((OK. Bonertalk can end I guess.))
[11-02:22] b3906, 'ladycrowe: but.. but.. it's so interesting... O_O
[11-02:26] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((....*eyes*))
[11-02:26] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((* eyes radio*))
[11-02:27] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *would make a kick out to drop Falcon to his knees as he steps out of the cantina...btw*
[11-02:29] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *kicked as he steps out and falls over*
[11-02:31] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *one hand snapping out to lock into his hair. pulling his head back as she'd shift a bit more*
[11-02:31] 30462, ºRonica : Ahh! Bling! Someone got the license to make a Black Widow movie! Yesss!
[11-02:32] ea6f8, ºV : it will suck
[11-02:33] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *fcking having his awesome white hair pulled at. Begins shouting a string of curses as he struggles to his feet and grabs her wrist*
[11-02:35] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *as he's struggling to get up. she'd twist around a bit to pull his head forward. and drive her teeth into his neck a bit. meaning only to draw blood. mhm*
[11-02:35] 30462, ºRonica : No, they don't all suck. X-Men was good. Punisher might be. Although boy did DareDevil ever bring the suck.
[11-02:36] ea6f8, ºV : I never saw Daredevil
[11-02:36] b3906, 'ladycrowe: good idea but was quite disappointing..
[11-02:36] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((neither did I. what's up with the hellboy?))
[11-02:37] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *begins screaming a huge fucking string of curses as she fucking bites him! Pushes her face away and headbutts her*
[11-02:38] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *got her taste of his blood though. oh yes that's wicked enjoyable. but stumbles back as the headbutt connects. it hits low on her face though. splitting her lip and such. she laughs. cruelly it'd seem. and licks the blood from her lips* you're so cute when you're angry.
[11-02:39] b3906, 'ladycrowe: *laughs at birdeh as he screams like a baby, then tosses hugs and begins to amble toward bed*
[11-02:39] 30462, ºRonica : Hellboy looks cool.
[11-02:39] ea6f8, ºV : nn all
[11-02:40] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he rears back* All right, that tears it! *he barrels forward again, intending to plant a boot square on her chin*
[11-02:41] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *she'd brace herself. even tho she's reeling slightly. reaching out at just the right moment to grab and twist his ankle enough to send off course...*
[11-02:42] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *and his wings would snap out at this moment, giving him enough altitude to essentially leg-tackle her.*
[11-02:43] 30462, ºRonica : *pleased as punch*
[11-02:43] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *always forgets that at the wrong moment. she's uh...leg-tackled..? but still makes a grab for his clothing somewhere or another so he doesn't get away fully*
[11-02:44] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((*waves nn to lc and v*))
[11-02:44] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *if she's leg-tackled he'd take her down and essentially be sitting on her stomach. Bwah.*
[11-02:46] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *...but not pinned*
[11-02:47] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *Yes pinned! Sitting on stomach! Heavy guy! Wings make heavier! Grabs her cheeks with his hands and smooshes her face around*
[11-02:48] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *nah. he wouldn't get ahold of her face without getting his finger bitten*
[11-02:49] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *bitten, but smooshes face anyway*
[11-02:50] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *no that was the point! wouldn't let go of finger*
[11-02:51] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *has two hands. Smooshes with the other*
[11-02:53] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *...bites. and...with a lil side of force energy. makes to trigger a nerve in his back. painful. might let her lose the pin*
[11-02:55] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *fcking! Grabs his neck and rolls off, swearing loudly. Definitely not in top form right now.*
[11-02:57] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *follows right quickly. kneeling over him with her lower legs across his. pinning his arms. slowly grins as the pain would fade once she lets up. a little bit of blood at the corner of her mouth. his or hers? who knows*
[11-02:58] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he stares at her intently, almost angrily.* You need help, y'know?
[11-03:00] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : Mm...you sure? I think you'd be bored if I went off and got help. *leans down...just about ready to bite him again. perhaps teasing him. waiting to see what he's got. who's got the one-up?*
[11-03:02] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *with all the force he can muster, he shoves her off of him and stands up. He dusts himself off, glaring angrily.* Hell, I don't need to be fucking bitten everytime I see you. I've had enough of this crap. *he turns, not giving her another glance, shoving his hands in his pockets in an angry gesture and hastily walking off*
[11-03:04] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : Then I won't bite you. *reaches up with one hand once she's on her feet. brushing the blood away with a fingertip. perhaps thinking he's throwing a sort of tantrum. but with someone like Slis? she expects it.* no need to blow up.
[11-03:06] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *he raises one hand as if waving her off* Whatever. *he begins to move into the crowds, slowly slipping from view*
[11-03:07] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : *she's not really out of sorts over it however. has lived her whole life alone. and hunted. she'll get over it. also, moves off into the night. to find something else to suitably vent on. GONE!*
[11-03:09] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *goes off, trudging through Mos Eisley's streets. Fairly angry that his martial arts alone aren't enough for situatons like these. He passes an arms store -- and stops. A peculiar glint passes his eyes. He turns toward the window, staring. On display is a sleek, black slugthrower. He pushes the door open and steps inside the shop. And bum bum bummmm full circle!*
[11-03:10] 38527, *Aekanna Slis : ((o_o))
[11-03:11] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : ((I am awesome with that stuff.))
[11-03:11] 07d8a, *Falcon24 : *and fade out*
[11-03:12] EXIT: Falcon24 has left the chat ( *zooms off* ).
[11-03:13] EXIT: Aekanna Slis has left the chat ( no...really...gone ).
[11-10:36] e2557, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((test0r))
[11-10:38] e2557, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Yee-ees, my old icon.))
[11-10:43] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[11-10:43] ff2f5, Get a Name!: Pic's broke.
[11-11:14] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
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[11-11:40] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
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[11-13:38] 30462, ºRonica : Rawr.
[11-13:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader: Heya Ronica..
[11-13:59] 30462, ºRonica : Howdy.
[11-14:09] JOIN: Rob has entered.
[11-14:13] 214b6, 'Rob: *Loiters*
[11-14:17] EXIT: Rob has left the chat ( 2:13pm, March 11 (CST) ).
[11-14:19] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[11-14:19] ac9fb, *Falcon24 : HI.
[11-14:20] 30462, ºRonica : Hello.
[11-14:21] ac9fb, *Falcon24 : Howdy.
[11-14:23] 30462, ºRonica : *considers going downtown*
[11-14:23] ac9fb, *Falcon24 : Have fun.
[11-14:24] 30462, ºRonica : Thank you.
[11-14:28] ac9fb, *Falcon24 : Okay.
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[11-15:55] f10a5, White Owl: Hrm.
[11-15:55] f10a5, White Owl: Test.
[11-15:56] f10a5, White Owl: Test
[11-15:56] f10a5, White Owl: Test
[11-15:57] f10a5, White Owl: Ooh.
[11-15:58] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Test
[11-15:59] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Achtung!
[11-15:59] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: That was a little too lime...
[11-16:00] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Still icky.
[11-16:00] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Maybe with a little blue?
[11-16:00] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Meh.
[11-16:01] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Maybe?
[11-16:01] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: More red?
[11-16:01] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: What would this do?
[11-16:02] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Icky.
[11-16:02] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Test?
[11-16:02] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Rusty...
[11-16:03] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: A little dirtier?
[11-16:03] f10a5, Esgarde Vülfing: Mm.
[11-16:08] f10a5, White Owl: Ba-boooioioing.
[11-16:13] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[11-16:15] ea6f8, ºV : hm
[11-16:16] 3125c, *Falcon24 : HM
[11-16:16] f10a5, White Owl: Yes.
[11-16:16] 3125c, *Falcon24 : Yes.
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[11-16:17] f10a5, White Owl: Quite.
[11-16:17] ea6f8, ºV : Indeed
[11-16:17] f10a5, White Owl: Mm.
[11-16:18] 3125c, *Falcon24 : Capital!
[11-16:19] f10a5, White Owl: Oh dear.
[11-16:33] ea6f8, ºV : capitla?
[11-16:33] ea6f8, ºV : er
[11-16:33] ea6f8, ºV : capital?
[11-16:37] f10a5, 'White Owl: It seems I've spontaneously combusted.
[11-16:39] ea6f8, ºV : ace
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[11-16:51] c8cfa, 'Knees: *prounces Owlie!*
[11-16:51] c8cfa, 'Knees: *if he's still here, that is*
[11-16:52] f10a5, 'White Owl: Aieeeeeeeee!
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[11-16:53] f10a5, 'White Owl: *prounced*
[11-16:54] c8cfa, 'Knees: *prounces D as well*
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[11-16:56] 7de01, 'D: O_O *prounced as well*
[11-16:56] c8cfa, 'Knees: *and Falcon!*
[11-16:56] 3125c, *Victor Warren : ((*prounced!* *prounces back* *pokes D* where is Teniel again?))
[11-16:57] f10a5, 'White Owl: *lol* *Has a theme song now*
[11-16:58] c8cfa, 'Knees: And now I gotta go to class. :( I'll be back later.
[11-16:58] f10a5, 'White Owl: Later
[11-16:58] 7de01, 'D: Later Stef *hugs*
[11-16:59] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : ((Onboard the Vainglory in the Cron Rift, probably sitting in his command chair on the bridge :D))
[11-17:00] c8cfa, 'Knees: *hugs* :)
[11-17:00] EXIT: Knees has left the chat ( 5:00pm, March 11 (CST) ).
[11-17:01] 3125c, *Victor Warren : ((OK.)) *his shuttle drops out of hyperspace in the Cron Drift, the Vainglory looming before him. He makes the required movements necessary to hail the ship and request permission to dock, but he doesn't expect a problem. They know who he is. Teniel knows that he's asked to speak with him.*
[11-17:06] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *The shields that generate a pink mesh barrier over the hangarbay flickers out soon to be replaced by a stream of blue light which when Victor's shuttle is within the vinicity of it's reach it would engulf his vessel and pull him into the hangarbay slowly and safely. Meanwhile, Teniel having recieved the transmission is already awaiting on the reflective dark surface of the hangar. His eyes watching the shuttle land.*
[11-17:08] 3125c, *Victor Warren : *the shuttles moves inside and touches down gently. The boarding ramp lowers like the gaping maw of an ancient beast. And from within, a much more modern beast emerges, the tap-tap of his cane resounding against the durasteel, his hefty frame filling the entryway to the ship as he descends. He strides fluidly across the hangar to where Teniel is waiting, standing at attention before the man, not speaking until he is allowed to do so.*
[11-17:12] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *An eyebrow perking as he watches the man's movements, whatever amusement he found in Victor was not openly expressed on his visage. His lips parting as he barks out an order which was currently tapping away at his mind. The curiousity on Victor's return.* Report.
[11-17:14] 3125c, *Victor Warren : I found the one in the files. Prefekt Dirano. *he hisses, his beady black eyes squinting at his superior.* He would be dead save for the interference of other Jedi. I have returned to obtain some further weaponry to assist me, if that is permissible.
[11-17:16] 3125c, *Victor Warren : ((*eyes dinner* geh. parents.))
[11-17:17] 679a6, 'Stoney: Mmmh...oh, love that soy sauce...*chompchomp*
[11-17:19] 3125c, *Victor Warren : ((...erg. I'll be back. *shouldn't have started an rp so close to dinnertime*))
[11-17:19] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : ((*falls over*))
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[11-17:20] 38585, Get a Name!: I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox baby!
[11-17:23] 679a6, 'Stoney: Ahh love rock 'n' roll, so come and take the time and dance with meh.
[11-17:27] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Snores*
[11-17:27] 38585, Get a Name!: Only ig#f you promise to kiss me in the morning
[11-17:28] 679a6, 'Stoney: Knife-a goes in, guts come out, that's what Orka Fishing Food Concern ees all about.
[11-17:29] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((back))
[11-17:30] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((*pokes D*))
[11-17:30] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : ((O_O))
[11-17:32] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *a smirk curls up into the corner of his lips as his head nods slowly. Seemingly pleased that he has encountered Jedi thus yet.* It is. Depending on what weaponry you believe you shall be needing...
[11-17:36] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Goes nuts*
[11-17:36] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he breaks out in a manic grin.* Explosives. Rocket launchers, if possible. And it has come to my attention that my quarry like to...flee by taking to the skies in personal spaceships. I may need a jetpack, or magnetic restraints in order to stay grounded to their hulls while in pursuit. *he licks his lips.*
[11-17:41] f10a5, 'White Owl: Mines!
[11-17:42] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : Then the armoury is open to you, Victor. Though do tell me on how many Jedi have you encountered, you mentioned that other Jedi assisted in the escape of this Prefekt Dirano. *pauses for a moment.* Have you terminated any Jedi yet? - may be the better query perhaps.
[11-17:45] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *the grin fades in a snap, and his eyes peer downward.* ...No. They are slippery. But they cannot contend with me. They have their little parlor tricks, but all it can really do is put off the inevitable. *he looks up once more.* When I return again, I will return with the lightsaber of this Prefekt Dirano, along with those of the other Jedi I encountered. And I will keep their heads for myself.
[11-17:54] 38585, Get a Name!: I;ve got a loverly bunch a cocanuts!!!
[11-17:55] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *A smile touches his lips at that last detail.* I should hope so, Victor, for we agreed that failure to do this task for me will only put you on the sacrifical table in offering to the gods. I want that lightsaber, so after you depart this vessel you are not to show yourself until you have brought it back. Do we understand each other, Victor?
[11-17:56] 679a6, 'Stoney: Deedly-dee dee..
[11-17:56] 38585, Get a Name!: dee dee deedeedeedee
[11-17:57] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he bows his head slightly, fingers tightening around the grip on his cane. He can feel the unrelenting bloodlust in him rising, and yet he manages to suppress the manic rage. He grits his teeth.* Of course
[11-18:03] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *His footfalls echo across the deck as he strides down the hanger, technician overalls morphing as he shapechanges from the Quarren into a medium built man. Dressed entirely in black, face impassive as he walks towards Teniel.*
[11-18:04] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : (( :O )
[11-18:04] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : (( :O ))
[11-18:04] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : Excellent. As I said, the armoury is open to you, Victor. *His eyebrow quirks and looks away from Victor to meet with that of Agent Korik, his form turning fully to regard the man. His facial expression blank and devoid of emotion. Lifting his chin up to inspect him for a moment.*
[11-18:05] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he makes the motion to go, and then he spots Agent Korik. He stops in his place and slowly turns in the new arrival's direction.*
[11-18:07] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : Bow before the messenger of your Gods... *A hydro-spanner he was holding spawns into that of a Ne'kressis Zzhat, pointing downwards towards the deck for now. His eyes hidden beneath some funky looking shades, which serve to hide the stigma of pupilless yet totally black eyes.*
[11-18:08] 38585, Get a Name!: Jedan was always the best you know. he had style
[11-18:10] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Misses Agent Jedan*
[11-18:10] 38585, Get a Name!: Well, you did kill him off *read history*
[11-18:14] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *His eyebrow arch in unison as one knee bends, lowering his frame as he bows his head. Eyes slipping shut for a moment. He would not question Korik nor address him until spoken to.*
[11-18:15] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he notices that his superior is kneeling, and feels it prudent to do the same. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, bowing his head, albeit with much difficulty due to his large, bulky frame.*
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[11-18:17] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : I find it curious how you humanoids do your best to mimic your Gods. *Tilts his head towards Victor, studying the man.* Regardless, your sacrifices have been poor of late. Do you not appreciate our generiosity?
[11-18:19] NICK: Get a Name! changed nick to Agent Quinn Archer.
[11-18:19] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((LOL))
[11-18:19] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((Should I... *ponders*))
[11-18:20] JOIN: Azhrei has entered.
[11-18:21] aeb1e, ºAzhrei: *Would applaud Archer's return* Yes, you should *S*
[11-18:22] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : Of course we do. We have done the gods wishes and we are currently gathering several individuals for sacrifice for the gods.
[11-18:23] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he does not respond -- he reasons that it is more prudent for his superior to do the talking. Besides, he does not favor talking unless he is directly addressed, anyway.*
[11-18:23] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Ignores Teniel now as he makes a small half step into Victor's direction.* What are your current orders? *Speaks to only Victor now.*
[11-18:24] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *his voice is cold, gravelly.* To kill all the Jedi.
[11-18:24] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: *metal slides over metal is a grating yet smooth motion as a thumb forces it along. The thumb continues its arc, crashing back turn, turning a wheel. The flint sparks and the flame flares to life, lighting the clean cut and smirking face of Quinn Archer, man of mystery and one smooth mother fucker. The flame cathes the end of a cigarette, and the ember glow with fierce life as he inhales, breathes out slowly, and calls out to the three* Gentlemen... tickets please.
[11-18:25] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((Suitable Rohan?))
[11-18:25] aeb1e, ºAzhrei: *L* Damn yeah.
[11-18:25] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((WTF.))
[11-18:26] aeb1e, ºAzhrei: *Applauds*
[11-18:26] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : ((Quinn is onboard the Eclipse ship at Cron Drift?))
[11-18:26] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : ((or was the 'three' some train passengers :P))
[11-18:27] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((He is a superstar, action hero secret agent :P))
[11-18:29] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : ((*has to go real soon* :/))
[11-18:29] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : (( :/ ))
[11-18:30] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Pauses, as the voice rings out. Zzhat still held pointing to the ground as he slowly turns towards Quinn* Mr Archer, how nice of you to emphasize the lack of Eclipse security.
[11-18:31] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: Korik, I just couldn't resist your scintillating conversation, nor... *smirks even more, if thats possible* ... your conservitave fashion sense. Did your hive mother dress you this morning?
[11-18:31] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((*needs to get to the library before it closes in 2 1/2 hours so he can do some research*))
[11-18:32] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((*also has to go because other people can use the phone line*))
[11-18:33] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((err...so other people can use the phone line.))
[11-18:37] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((well, that killed the craic))
[11-18:37] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : ((*taps foot fs*))
[11-18:38] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Goes nuts*
[11-18:38] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((*turns into a giant squirrel and eats owl*))
[11-18:39] aeb1e, ºAzhrei: Hey Owl
[11-18:39] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((Shush, i'm digesting him))
[11-18:40] aeb1e, ºAzhrei: *Shushed*
[11-18:40] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Gives Quinn insanely horrible indigestion...I mean...DAMN it is bad...*
[11-18:41] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((*drinks peppermint tea to dismiss indigestion*))
[11-18:41] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : We will continue this later... *Speaks towards the Eclipse underlings* Sweep the ship for any recording or listening devices, I want this vessel secure. *Fully turned towards Archer now as he takes a step towards the man.* You made a mistake Mr Archer.
[11-18:42] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: No, seriously Korik, who is your tailor, you know, if I ever need to go to a funeral
[11-18:43] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Gallons of tea would do Archer no good. The pain is so unbearable, he would be considering ripping out his intestines and strangling himself to staunch the pain.*
[11-18:43] f10a5, 'White Owl: *2nd pain should be "it"*
[11-18:43] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((*shits out owl*))
[11-18:43] 5cbbf, *Victor Warren : *he looks to Teniel briefly before standing fully. He makes his way out of the hangar and toward the armory, fs will continue later fade out it's Teniel's ship he can lead the damn sweep*
[11-18:44] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : Clothing is irrelevant, its a luxury that is not required. This is why your species is inferior, you invest in matters that are of no importance. *Takes another step towards Archer*
[11-18:44] EXIT: Victor Warren has left the chat ( Wahahahaa ).
[11-18:44] f10a5, 'White Owl: Since when did squirrels eat Owls anyways? ; P
[11-18:44] 7de01, *Teniel Adrynn : *Nods and departs!*
[11-18:45] EXIT: Teniel Adrynn has left the chat ( Mwahaha! ).
[11-18:45] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Shit slides off of him like some...crazy laminated bird...or something...*
[11-18:46] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: Dude, you keep telling me your gonna get naked and I keep telling you i'm not that kind of guy.
[11-18:47] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((You went nuts))
[11-18:47] f10a5, 'White Owl: Ohohoho! ...Meh...
[11-18:48] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: ((:P))
[11-18:49] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Has very little sense of humour* Goodbye Mister Archer. *Brings up the Zzhat and fires - emerald lightning crackling out the sleek gun and towards Archer's form.*
[11-18:50] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: *the form loses cohesion and dissolves, a voice echoes out* Come now Korik, I figured you for smarter than that.
[11-18:52] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *...and watches as the lightning carries on to flay an unfortunate Eclipse soldier layer by layer. Responds to that with only a raised eyebrow, Zzhat still aiming to where Archer used to be* Interesting. But hardly surprising. You are no match for us
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[11-18:54] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: No match? Come on korik, figure it for yourself for once, your just a puppet with tangled strings. And the puppet masters aren't much better. Why don't you just crawl back to your kennel like a good little dog.
[11-18:55] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Kicks Blaster virus up the wazoo* ...I don't know what that means, but I'm sure it means something.
[11-18:55] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : Words will not win this war Mr Archer... *Lowers the Zzhat slightly as he begins to gaze slowly around the bay.*
[11-18:56] 679a6, 'Stoney: What a dismal existence. I think I'm even starting to see in black and white.
[11-18:56] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: Nope, superior intellect and a dazzling smile will. And in that equation, you ain't got but two things. jack and Shit. And jack just left town.
[11-18:56] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Hmm
[11-18:59] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Continues to search with his gaze, although the exact direction of his eyes is hidden beyond the shades* That is why the New Republic is falling. Why you continue to hide within the Core, leaving those outside to fall under our domain.
[11-19:00] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Bonkers*
[11-19:00] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: back where I come from baby, we call that a false sense of security... this cat's got claws and your sofa is about to get ripped.
[11-19:02] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : I look forward to these supposed claws, as does the Ruling Council. *Finds what he is searching for* You will be found Mr Archer, and it is a pity you will not see the fall of your precious governments. *Reaims the Zzhat, firing towards a particular spot on the wall - two shots in quick succession. One at the wall panel itself, the other to follow through onto what is hidden just beneath it.*
[11-19:03] 38585, Agent Quinn Archer: *smirks to himself* That guy really needs to get laid. *fade*
[11-19:05] ea6f8, *Agent Korik : *Strolls over towards the remains of the holoprojector, looking down upon it with an emotionless face. Is silent, before turning and striding away.* *Fade*
[11-19:09] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Fades in* Quark's human rinds, available at your local cantina or mall. *Singers* Quaaaark's! They're huuuu-maaaaa-nicously good. *Distant screaming*
[11-19:10] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Fades*
[11-19:15] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Kicks Underdogs*
[11-19:16] 679a6, 'Stoney: Is that from Deep Space Nine, Owl?
[11-19:17] f10a5, 'White Owl: More of a Futurama rip-off.
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[11-19:26] aab3a, *Victor Warren : *he stands within the armory aboard the Vainglory, cane planted firmly in the ground as he surveys the vast array of weapons before him.*
[11-19:26] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Fades in, a male alien and a female alien in a speeder at night* Female Alien: "Oh Quavis, this night is so perfect." Quavis: "I know how it could be better *Naughty grin*" FA: "Oh! *Giggle*" *A strange sound is heard behind them and a Jawa rides up next to them* Jawa: "Oi! Getting intimate? Try Jawondoms, Tatooine's most trusted condom! Away beast! *Rides away on some wierd animal* *Fades*
[11-19:28] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua: ((test))
[11-19:29] aab3a, *Victor Warren : ((...wtf.))
[11-19:29] f10a5, 'White Owl: Oh yeah..."Ja-won-dooooooooooms!"
[11-19:30] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua : *On board the transportation shuttle, Admiral Arghua stares at the colossal, almost completed hull of the newest additon to the Republic's fleet, the Camelot class ship, Odyssey. A culmination of the finest engineering minds in the Republic, soon she would join the Camelot in active service*
[11-19:33] f10a5, 'White Owl: I've decided to fill the gaps between RPs with commercials.
[11-19:33] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua : *Dwarfing the construction frame that surrounds her, she stands out among the other ships at Kuat Drive Yards, as the biggest and most powerful. No expense was spared in the construction of this monster, and it showed. As the shuttle neared the docking bay, worker bees and specially fitted droids moved around the hulking mainframe, performing the last of their construction duties*
[11-19:35] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua : ((*Can't stop laughing* Owl, you bastard))
[11-19:36] f10a5, 'White Owl: =D
[11-19:37] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua : *The shuttle docks and Argua steps down the ramp as hissing steam and gasses roll around his feet. On display are some sixty troops, along with the senior commander on board, who greets him* [Admiral Arghua, weclome to the Odyssey] *Arghua nods and salutes, and they walk into the bay proper* It's good to be here, Commander.
[11-19:39] 78d74, *Ranarol Arghua : *The officer informs him of the construction state, of the last few checks that still needed to be ran before she was launched. They enter the pristine, shining bridge, and Arghua glances around in admiration*
[11-19:39] 78d74, ºAzhrei: And that's enough of that.
[11-19:39] JOIN: Holonet Commercial has entered.
[11-19:41] aab3a, *Grand Admiral Maxwell Red : *is chillin' onboard the Ubermensche, maybe in the same shipyards as the Odyssey is! Oh ho ho ho. Waitin for the Sartre to be repaired*
[11-19:41] f10a5, 'White Owl: =P
[11-19:41] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *S*
[11-19:43] 78d74, ºAzhrei: brb
[11-20:29] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial: (( Color test ))
[11-20:29] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial: (( Color Test))
[11-20:29] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial: ((Color))
[11-20:32] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial : *Fades in, an alien with numerous tentacles in a sweatsuit and in good physical shape* Man: "Greetings, I'm Dranzari Kmishzenkl here to tell you about the amazing new workout machine called the Kmishzenkl-matic. Is your exercise equipment only designed for the alien with up to four /i] appendages? *Switches to alien clumsily bobbling bars and balances* costing you hundreds of creds extra in multiple sets of weights? *Switches to the alien looking at a bill for exercise equipment, crying* No more! *With a flash of light, the old equipment changes into a strange looking contraption, the alien operating it easily* With the Kmishzenkl-matic! It can be yours for 499.9985382 Creds! But wait! There’s more! Call [i]now and you get the Kmishzenkl bifodgal-stretcher free of charge! Now your bifodgnoids can be as strong as ever! Call 18MX-r9Q-888-KMISHZENKL! Now!
[11-20:33] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial : *Fades in, an alien with numerous tentacles in a sweatsuit and in good physical shape* Man: "Greetings, I'm Dranzari Kmishzenkl here to tell you about the amazing new workout machine called the Kmishzenkl-matic. Is your exercise equipment only designed for the alien with up to four appendages? *Switches to alien clumsily bobbling bars and balances* costing you hundreds of creds extra in multiple sets of weights? *Switches to the alien looking at a bill for exercise equipment, crying* No more! *With a flash of light, the old equipment changes into a strange looking contraption, the alien operating it easily* With the Kmishzenkl-matic! It can be yours for 499.9985382 Creds! But wait! There’s more! Call now and you get the Kmishzenkl bifodgal-stretcher free of charge! Now your bifodgnoids can be as strong as ever! Call 18MX-r9Q-888-KMISHZENKL! Now!
[11-20:36] f10a5, *Holonet Commercial : *Fades in, an alien with numerous tentacles in a sweatsuit and in good physical shape* Man: "Greetings, I'm Dranzari Kmishzenkl here to tell you about the amazing new workout machine called the Kmishzenkl-matic. Is your exercise equipment only designed for the alien with up to four appendages? *Switches to alien clumsily bobbling bars and balances* costing you hundreds of creds extra in multiple sets of weights? *Switches to the alien looking at a bill for exercise equipment, crying* No more! *With a flash of light, the old equipment changes into a strange looking contraption, the alien operating it easily* With the Kmishzenkl-matic! It can be yours for 499.9985382 Creds! But wait! There’s more! Call now and you get the Kmishzenkl bifodgal-stretcher free of charge! Now your bifodgnoids can be as strong as ever! Call 18MX-r9Q-888-KMISHZENKL! Now!” *Number flashes across holo, then fades*
[11-21:05] 30462, ºRonica : *pees herself laughing*
[11-21:06] 679a6, *General Kliv : *Flips channels in his underwear aboard his starship* Mahn, eez eet everr...*Gazes more closely and excitedly at the commercial progresses, looking enthused until the part about more than four arms* Eh, I feegurre I get enough exerrcise anyway...
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[11-21:17] c8cfa, 'Knees: *yawns*
[11-21:17] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((*Cowers in terror*))
[11-21:17] c8cfa, 'Knees: O_o
[11-21:18] 30462, ºRonica : *chokes on taffy*
[11-21:19] c8cfa, 'Knees: *hiemlichs the taffy out of Ronnie-ca*
[11-21:19] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((*Hides*))
[11-21:20] c8cfa, 'Knees: *peers* Stoney, are you scared of me?
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[11-21:21] 78d74, *Rihani Ambrai : ((*Updates profile*))
[11-21:21] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Scared? No. Horrorfied? Mebbe a little.))
[11-21:22] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[11-21:22] 108dc, *Falcon24 : HI
[11-21:23] c8cfa, 'Knees: :( *horrifying*
[11-21:24] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[11-21:24] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((No, it's good. You get people to do stuff for you. *rolls out the red handkerchief*))
[11-21:25] 8fc2e, Get a Name!: O_O
[11-21:25] c8cfa, 'Knees: I do?
[11-21:25] c8cfa, 'Knees: No one does stuff for me, Stoney. *pats*
[11-21:25] 108dc, *Victor Warren : *thinks he should go pay the Jedi Academy on Mon Cal a visit.*
[11-21:26] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *thinks Warren should pay that drycleaning bill first*
[11-21:27] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((*Seizes Ronnie's Divine Staff of the Archadmini and bashes Victor's skull in*))
[11-21:28] 78d74, *Rohan Ambrai : ((*Updates this profile, too*))
[11-21:28] 108dc, *Victor Warren : *chrysalis hardened skin prevents him from being harmed by anything hahahaha*(
[11-21:28] c8cfa, 'Knees: Can someone please create an instant transporter thingy so I don't have to fly tomorrow? :(
[11-21:28] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *can't have a profile with an OOC handle* :(
[11-21:28] 30462, ºRonica : *was totally almost ended by taffy. Just spent like five minutes in the kitchen drinking water and heaving*
[11-21:28] 108dc, *Falcon24 : http://chat.projectjj.com/swrpg/jbb/?pid=4042 psst.
[11-21:29] 30462, ºRonica : I was like... imagining my tombstone. "Veronica. 1984-2004. The taffy took her from us too soon."
[11-21:29] c8cfa, 'Knees: You can actually, Jen.
[11-21:29] 78d74, ºAzhrei: o/
[11-21:29] c8cfa, 'Knees: Well... I think.
[11-21:29] 108dc, *Falcon24 : see jenneh? that's why I like using falcsy for ooc and IC. So multi-purpose.
[11-21:29] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Hugs Jen*
[11-21:30] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *hugs back*ponders Bird* i see.
[11-21:30] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *pondered*
[11-21:30] c8cfa, 'Knees: Yes, yes, you can have a profile with OOC.
[11-21:30] 679a6, *General Kliv : (("Veronica: She died the way she lived. Inhaling pounds of viscuous sugar products."))
[11-21:31] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((hehe...how we all live.))
[11-21:31] 8fc2e, 'Jen: you can have a profile. but there's no icon to click.
[11-21:31] 108dc, *Falcon24 : Veronica: She died while choking on something big.
[11-21:32] c8cfa, 'Knees: Well, under your name in the avi, you can click the profile icon there.
[11-21:32] 30462, ºRonica : Veronica: she beat cancer!
[11-21:33] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Scared by Ronnie's picture, for some reason*
[11-21:33] 8fc2e, 'Jen: but then you have to look in the avi. ah well.
[11-21:34] 679a6, *General Kliv : (("Veronica: She lived the American dream. [Fine print] Resident of Canada."))
[11-21:34] 108dc, *Falcon24 : rofl
[11-21:34] c8cfa, 'Knees: lol, oh well.
[11-21:34] 8fc2e, 'Jen: haha
[11-21:34] 108dc, *Falcon24 : Veronica: She died with something gooey lodged in the back of her throat.
[11-21:35] 30462, ºRonica : Veronica: She continues to dislike you from beyond the grave.
[11-21:36] 108dc, *Falcon24 : Veronica: She castrated me :(.
[11-21:36] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *smirk*
[11-21:36] c8cfa, 'Knees: Hm..
[11-21:36] 679a6, *General Kliv : (("Veronica: Her ultimate goal in life was to be undead...we can safely say she's halfway there."))
[11-21:37] 30462, ºRonica : But that one's not even true! Although neither was the American dream one...
[11-21:38] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((omfg Ronnie being undead would be so elite. You could suck blood and pillage...and don't forget plunder..))
[11-21:38] 108dc, *Falcon24 : And rape.
[11-21:38] c8cfa, 'Knees: Speaking of the undead, has anyone heard of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter books? *curious*
[11-21:38] 8fc2e, 'Jen: and eat brains.
[11-21:39] 108dc, *Falcon24 : or eat other things.
[11-21:40] 679a6, *General Kliv : (("Veronica: She sunk Big Taffy's stranglehold on business"))
[11-21:41] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *eyes IC*
[11-21:41] 30462, ºRonica : Hahaha big taffy...
[11-21:41] c8cfa, 'Knees: Er...kay.
[11-21:41] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *could go IC...to DIE*
[11-21:42] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Shifty eyes*
[11-21:42] 108dc, *Falcon24 : nah victor is not on tatooine anymore.
[11-21:43] 8fc2e, 'Jen: oh yeah...
[11-21:43] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Hehe...bankrupting J.P. Taffy.))
[11-21:43] 108dc, *Falcon24 : in fact i can't do anything with victor until V wakes up again.
[11-21:44] 8fc2e, 'Jen: so he's dreaming about victor?
[11-21:45] 108dc, *Falcon24 : no. ¬_¬
[11-21:45] c8cfa, 'Knees: Well, if no one wants to RP, I'm out until the 21st. Going to visit Nay for a while.
[11-21:45] 8fc2e, 'Jen: okay. have fun.
[11-21:45] 108dc, *Falcon24 : but agent korik is gonna assign him to do something diff other than kill Jedis i think. something that doesn't involve killing people's characters and making them sad.
[11-21:46] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Eyes Veronica's profile* Unless you happen to be Darth Maul. *Couldn't resist it*
[11-21:46] 8fc2e, 'Jen: but....
[11-21:46] 30462, ºRonica : Uh... do you mean Vader?
[11-21:47] c8cfa, 'Knees: ....bye everyone.
[11-21:47] 78d74, ºAzhrei: No, I mean Maul?
[11-21:47] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Bye Knees
[11-21:48] 30462, ºRonica : But... Vader contended with Black Sun. When did Maul?
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[11-21:49] 30462, ºRonica : Holy crap.
[11-21:49] 78d74, ºAzhrei: He did in one of the comic novels. He destroyed the nine Vigo's (or leaders) and the head, but he didn't destroy the entire organisation - but only because he was under orders not to. We can assume Xizor took control after that was set.
[11-21:49] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I suggest we change the setting to several millennia before the present, use KOTOR's setting, and hobknob with the Jedi in their heyday.))
[11-21:49] f2ccc, *Night Stalker: ((*brushes some dust off*))
[11-21:49] 8fc2e, 'Jen: omg
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[11-21:50] 30462, ºRonica : Ah. I don't read the comics.
[11-21:50] 8fc2e, 'Jen: o_o
[11-21:50] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *L*
[11-21:51] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Either do I, but I saw this novel and thought it'd be cool. It was.
[11-21:51] 78d74, ºAzhrei: He fights a Night Sister in it.
[11-21:51] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((*bats eyelashes for registration at some point*))
[11-21:51] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Ciarda: I hereby grant you registration. Just type in /nick *Ciarda Aithne))
[11-21:52] 8fc2e, 'Jen: yay night sisters!
[11-21:53] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((ohh, niiiiiice. hehe.))
[11-21:53] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Hm...Gany?))
[11-21:53] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *S* I've got some pictures of Mighella, the Night Sister, which I took with my webcam for Nay. Want me to send them to you?
[11-21:53] 108dc, *Falcon24 : omg it's NS.
[11-21:54] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((Me? Nope.))
[11-21:54] c8cfa, 'Knees: The nightsisters are pretty ugly in Star Wars Galaxies.
[11-21:54] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((We need like an autoscript that posts for everyone "OMFG NS PH34R" whenever the handle enters.))
[11-21:54] 8fc2e, 'Jen: me!
[11-21:55] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Ciarda: Hmm...Gem Sith?))
[11-21:56] 78d74, ºAzhrei: I wouldn't say Mighella is ugly. She's just got a lot of face-paint.
[11-21:56] 8fc2e, 'Jen: omg i am aph34red.
[11-21:56] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : *The door the cantina opens as sand and wind blow down the stairs of the establishment. Stalker slowly makes his way into the cantina, the door closing behind him. He moves to a familar booth and sits, waiting.*
[11-21:57] c8cfa, 'Knees: Well, not all of them are ugly. The one that force-lightninged me to death wasn't very nice. They have kick-ass armor, though.
[11-21:57] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((Nah...I shall end the suspense. *is E*))
[11-21:57] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Are there any players that have Jedi powers in SWG, Knees? I have SWG right now, but I never play it.))
[11-21:58] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Ah. Heya 'nigma.))
[11-21:58] c8cfa, 'Knees: It takes forever to get Force powers, Stoney.
[11-21:58] 78d74, ºAzhrei: O_O! *Didn't realise that was E* Does Rob know about that handle?
[11-21:58] 108dc, *Falcon24 : ((*knew it was E*))
[11-21:58] 30462, ºRonica : Christ, why didn't you say you were E EARLIER?
[11-21:59] c8cfa, 'Knees: They're revamping the system, but right now, you gotta get holocrons. Those tell you what skill tree to master, which takes forever, and you have to master 5 things to open any Jedi slots.
[11-21:59] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((How can you? There is no leveling. I hate the system it uses for characters :( ))
[11-21:59] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *L*
[11-21:59] 30462, ºRonica : Does the char have a faction, E?
[11-21:59] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((Heya Stoney :D Yus, Rohan, he does. Ronnie - Because...I...um...))
[11-22:00] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Are they going to introduce a level based system!?!?))
[11-22:00] c8cfa, 'Knees: No, actually, they're going to make it even harder to get Force slots.
[11-22:00] 46cea, Ciarda Aithne: ((Dark Circle, if it exists...))
[11-22:00] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Was there any reaction when he first found out? *L*
[11-22:01] 30462, ºRonica : Refer to AIM.
[11-22:01] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : ((The Dark Circle doesn't exist cause I don't have the icon on this computer.))
[11-22:01] 30462, ºRonica : Well that's too bad because I just added her with that faction.
[11-22:02] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : ((Thbbpptt then))
[11-22:02] JOIN: D has entered.
[11-22:02] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *he hunches over the bartop within the Cantina, observing the swirling eddies his finger creates in his glass of Corellian Ale. Bloodred eyes reflecting in the dim light.*
[11-22:02] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Can't find the zip file* Blame Nay for that. *Shifty eyes* But I'll go make more.
[11-22:02] c8cfa, 'Knees: *hugs Flu* :)
[11-22:03] 30462, ºRonica : Only one man dares give me the raspberry.
[11-22:03] JOIN: Ciarda Aithne has entered.
[11-22:03] c8cfa, 'Knees: I have a lot of pictures I took of the Nightsisters if anyone wants to message me for them.
[11-22:03] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((If ye can convince Mitth, his old Sith icon is available. I have it in a form usable on pJJ, but I have not Mitth's permission, and I wouldn't use it without it.))
[11-22:03] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: ((Survey says: bling! o/))
[11-22:03] 7de01, 'D: *hugs Stef*
[11-22:04] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I once went to Dathomir, Knees. SO FECKING HARD! *RAN*))
[11-22:04] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Within moments, the door opens again and a lithe, black catsuit-clad figure descends the steps, flicking back the hood of her emerald green cloak. Eerie yellow eyes immediately find Night Stalker, and she strides toward the booth...low-heeled boots treading noiselessly.*
[11-22:04] 8fc2e, 'Jen: O_o bling?
[11-22:04] 30462, ºRonica : Ohhh yeah. Can you feel the bling? I can feel it. Ohhh yeah.
[11-22:04] c8cfa, 'Knees: Oh man, Dathomir is SO hard, but it's great.
[11-22:04] JOIN: Andy has entered.
[11-22:05] 812a1, Andy: Cybertron.
[11-22:05] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: ((Rohan - Mebbe, I dunno. I've had this handle for a long time, so I can't remember.))
[11-22:05] c8cfa, 'Knees: I got all the way into the Nightsister stronghold once! I ran a mission for them before they killed me, lol.
[11-22:05] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Knees: Convince Sony to convert the entire thing to STANDARD d20.))
[11-22:05] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: ((bling. *nodnod* Ohh yeah, I can feel it.))
[11-22:05] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *was happy to hear dathomir finally EXISTED somewhere*
[11-22:06] c8cfa, 'Knees: It's great, Jen. Crazy insane and hard as shit to survive on, though.
[11-22:06] 812a1, Andy: Good evening all.
[11-22:06] 30462, ºRonica : Go away.
[11-22:06] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : *He tilts his hooded head up. The red optic implant burns from the shadows as he glances at Ciarda. Says nothing*
[11-22:06] 30462, ºRonica : I mean....hi.
[11-22:06] 812a1, Andy: *tilts hat* sure.
[11-22:06] EXIT: Andy has left the chat ( ).
[11-22:07] c8cfa, 'Knees: The big gaping spiders scared the complete crap out of me.
[11-22:07] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Endor is good. There is such a great way to get fk all exp there without getting killed.))
[11-22:07] c8cfa, 'Knees: Wow...
[11-22:07] 30462, ºRonica : ...Awesome.
[11-22:07] c8cfa, 'Knees: The ewoks attacked Nay once, lol.
[11-22:07] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Friend or cousin or something of Mazzik's got an AT-ST!!))
[11-22:08] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Stops at the edge of the table, head bowed. Does not sit, nor speak.*
[11-22:08] 78d74, ºAzhrei: E - sorry, busy. It's just that I spotted the handle a few times and told Rob about it, go on, tell him that you've a character called Ciarda *S*
[11-22:08] c8cfa, 'Knees: Those kinda suck. They're a nuicence after a while.
[11-22:09] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((You have one?))
[11-22:09] c8cfa, 'Knees: What is your character mastering, Stone?
[11-22:09] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: ((He knows I have a char named Ciarda. heh. I've had it for years.))
[11-22:09] c8cfa, 'Knees: No, but someone in my guild does.
[11-22:09] JOIN: Black Bolt has entered.
[11-22:09] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : What kept you? *keeps his eye on her*
[11-22:09] 812a1, Black Bolt: *smirk*
[11-22:09] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((A while back he was a Scout/Marksman/Musician.))
[11-22:10] 30462, ºRonica : Ohh we're all fooled! YOU'RE A MASTER OF DISGUISE.
[11-22:10] c8cfa, 'Knees: Kneesaa is Master Dancer/Novice Creature Handler/Novice Pistoleer/working on Two-handed Melee/Novice Medic. Crazy trying to keep up with it all.
[11-22:11] c8cfa, 'Knees: Oh, and Scout.
[11-22:11] 8fc2e, 'Jen: *will...be predictable*
[11-22:12] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I heard Creature Handler was unbalanced, and better than the other prestige professions.))
[11-22:12] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: Minor difficulties. Easily solved, but requiring slightly more time than anticipated.
[11-22:12] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *is totally IC*
[11-22:12] c8cfa, 'Knees: Creature Handler is freaking hard to get at all.
[11-22:12] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I was thinking about trying to get World of Warcraft instead...or Ashen Empires, what became of Dransik.))
[11-22:12] 812a1, Black Bolt: I have said nothing and you continue to put me down. Ronica control your ego. Just realised the only way a chatroom can survive is getting rid of those who think they are somebody. *rolls eyes*
[11-22:12] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Why? There's a trainer in Coronet.))
[11-22:12] c8cfa, 'Knees: It's the hardest profession to get besides Jedi.
[11-22:12] 812a1, Black Bolt: Dransik still exists.
[11-22:13] c8cfa, 'Knees: It took me forever even to get Novice.
[11-22:13] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Black Bolt: Yes, but it's called Ashen Empires now.))
[11-22:13] c8cfa, 'Knees: They're coming out with Middle Earth Online soon. Nay is freaking out about it.
[11-22:13] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((They're going PTP tomorrow :( feckz0r all.))
[11-22:14] 30462, ºRonica : You have done enough in your illustrious roleplaying career to warrant my disdain everytime you enter, and I'm sure not stopping.
[11-22:14] 108dc, *Falcon24 : ((Stoney I applied for the WoW beta. I wonder when they're picking people. :/ ))
[11-22:14] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Middle Earth Online? is it supposed to be accurate medieval or fantasy?))
[11-22:14] 812a1, Black Bolt: Really? Been three weeks since I've played that game.
[11-22:14] c8cfa, 'Knees: Accurate to Tolkien's world.
[11-22:15] f2ccc, *Night Stalker : *Anger flares, but is kept under control. The feeling can be felt by Ciarda though.* Sit then. I do not enjoy having you hovering over me.
[11-22:15] c8cfa, 'Knees: You can be human/elvish/hobbit/dwarf, and I think you can work up to being a wizard.
[11-22:15] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *pulls her hood up fully. arms loosely folded. and she walks on down the streets towards the cantina*
[11-22:16] 812a1, Black Bolt: It isok, Ronica. You hating me does not really bother me. Shows me, what type of character you have. I forgive you. :)
[11-22:16] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I hate LOTR's RP system because I started out with D&D's.))
[11-22:17] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Felt the flare, yes, but there is absolutely no change in her expression. Settles into the opposing seat, folding gloved hands together loosely on the tabletop.*
[11-22:17] c8cfa, 'Knees: I should really be packing, though. Night all. See ya in like... 10 days or something.
[11-22:18] 812a1, Black Bolt: Kliv what is up with the name change? Did they also change the address? Is this Dransik classic or the other Dransik.
[11-22:18] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *he taps the bartop with two talons as he stares intently into the swirling liquid, and then he grasps the glass in one hand and raises it to his lips.*
[11-22:18] EXIT: Knees has left the chat ( 10:17pm, March 11 (CST) ).
[11-22:18] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Bye, Knees!))
[11-22:18] 30462, ºRonica : That's wonderful, you harbinger of the comma splice.
[11-22:19] 108dc, *Falcon24 : ((what?>))
[11-22:19] 108dc, *Falcon24 : ((Haha))
[11-22:20] f2ccc, *Night Stalker: I need for you now to keep an eye on the Sunrunners. I want to know their patterns. *his voice still a hoarse whisper*
[11-22:20] 812a1, Black Bolt: Ronica, why don't you learn real languages like Greek, German, French or Aramaic?
[11-22:21] f2ccc, *Night Stalker: ((*Does dirty things to aramaic*))
[11-22:21] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *Its not long before she moves up to the bar. through its doorway. and down into the establishment. straight towards the bar*
[11-22:22] 30462, ºRonica : Well, I did hear Aramaic was going to be the new universal language, but I think I'll stay in the English camp for now, thanks.
[11-22:22] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Brow arches just slightly. Would perhaps be slightly offended at being relegated to simple surveillance duty, but knows that it isn't exactly simple surveillance duty.* Very well. Anything in particular I should be taking note of?
[11-22:22] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *he feels Aekanna's familiar presence, but he pays it very little heed. He's angry at her. And the piece of metal stirring under his jacket is proof of that. He sips the ale peacefully, acting casually aloof.*
[11-22:23] 812a1, Black Bolt: English pushed itself into being the Universal language of the world, but in my opinion it is a barbaric language.
[11-22:24] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *Good.*
[11-22:24] f2ccc, *Night Stalker: I want to know when The Jedi leaves. ~We are making our move soon.~ *his voice in her head would feel like a knife made of ice being sunk into her brain*
[11-22:25] 30462, ºRonica : I think it's a pretty stellar language myself and embrace it lovingly as my second. It can be more concise than most language and yet still, on a creative level, offers far more flexibility and variety.
[11-22:25] 30462, ºRonica : And it really doesn't matter if it forced itself. Any language that would become a universal language was put in by force.
[11-22:26] 812a1, Black Bolt: It does have limitations though. By the far, the Greek language has 3 million+ words, which the average Greek only knows 900 of them.
[11-22:26] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Kicks stupid camera* Where did you store the images? Where? *Kicks it again*
[11-22:26] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *she brushes her hood back once again as she settles half leaning against the bar. reaching out with one hand to snag the 'tender by a bit of his collar. she motions to a dark wine. handing off payment. and then, watching him closely. waits for her drink*
[11-22:26] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Inclines her head, both in acknowledgment and as a small physical response to the feeling of the voice.* Of course. *Offers a wordless mental acknowledgment as well.*
[11-22:28] 812a1, Black Bolt: I will agree that I must drastically improve my English.
[11-22:28] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *he traces the ring of the glass with one talon, eyeing it boredly, smacking his lips to savor the recent taste of the ale in his mouth*
[11-22:29] f2ccc, *Night Stalker: *He rises from his seat* I will keep in touch. *He exits through the alley exit. He quickly disappears from site, his prescene slowly follows*
[11-22:29] 30462, ºRonica : In this day and age, Greek is pretty useless, unless you want to catch all the nuances of My Big Fat Greek Wedding and I would hate to miss a single clever Greek quip. If I'm going to learn a language, it's going to be useful. Otherwise, I'd learn Esperanto.
[11-22:30] 8fc2e, *Aekanna Slis : *...sends a force tap at Falcon's glass. meaning to shatter it. of course*
[11-22:31] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I'd learn Klingon.))
[11-22:31] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Inclines her head respectfully as he leaves...then lifts her gaze again, to slowly trace it over the room.*
[11-22:31] 812a1, Black Bolt: Useless to those who do not want to learn new langauges, and useless to lazy people. The Greek language was about to be the leading language in Europe until Greece declined and said, 'We prefer the English language.' *sigh*
[11-22:32] 812a1, Black Bolt: ((*knows Klingon*))
[11-22:32] 7de01, 'D: ...thats nothing to boast about.
[11-22:32] 30462, ºRonica : ....What?! WHEN?
[11-22:32] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[11-22:32] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Knows Sindarin*
[11-22:33] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((I'd learn Occitan.))
[11-22:34] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Lle naa haran e' nausalle, Stoney :P
[11-22:34] 812a1, Black Bolt: A few years back, Ronica.
[11-22:35] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Knows Irish* And isn't that a useful language to have. Tch.
[11-22:35] ea6f8, ºV : British Empire. Nuff said
[11-22:35] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((You have the girth of a nautical heron as well, Azhrei.))
[11-22:35] 7de01, 'D: Sun never sets on the British Empire :D
[11-22:35] 78d74, ºAzhrei: That's not what I said *L* But okay.
[11-22:36] 30462, ºRonica : How many few years back? A few thousand? Where are you getting this? I require proof.
[11-22:37] 812a1, Black Bolt: The United Kingdom should become a part of the United States. The British are wiping the American's asses.
[11-22:37] 679a6, *General Kliv : ((Well I dunno what you said, I don't speak Keebler.))
[11-22:37] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Sindarin, you twat :P
[11-22:38] ea6f8, ºV : you WHAT
[11-22:38] 78d74, ºAzhrei: *Thinks there should be an Irish Empire* That'd kick rear.
[11-22:38] 7de01, 'D: O_O
[11-22:38] 46cea, *Ciarda Aithne: *Not currently inspired by the thought of a drink, slips from the booth and once more crosses the room. Draws her hood up as she ascends the stairs, and slips out into the night.*
[11-22:38] 108dc, *Falcon24 : *and of course, his glass shatters in his hands -- fortunately not much Ale was left in the glass and it mostly ends up on his hand. He flicks the residue in her direction and goes back to staring at the bartop.*
[11-22:39] JOIN: Falcon24 has entered.
[11-22:40] 78d74, ºAzhrei: Hurling would be an international sport! *Definitely thinks there should be an Irish Empire now*
[11-22:40] 108dc, *Victor Warren : ((*boots V*)) *so yes, he's standing in the armory aboard the Vainglory, beady black eyes surveying the variety of weaponry about him.*