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Anatarei Crimsonthrone rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:14 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:13 pm
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Dallas Moonrain rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:24 pm
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"Thank you for the translation," Ralryrr says to Jaden, her tone extremely polite. "I appreciate it, though I think I may take her up on the offer of a custom vox box. I have been thinking of getting something like that. But, for now..." She pushes a button on her current vox box and it pipes in "Thank you for the offer."
As the stormtroopers come up, she smiles politely at them--though it still comes off rather more ferocious than she might have liked. "A Chiss you say? I don't believe I know any Chiss, and I don't believe I've met this one. Is he dangerous, that you fine gentleman are looking for him?"
{I really can't bring myself to write gibberish all the time. I'll put it in a different color and just remind everyone that you can only understand the violet writing if you understand Shyriiwook.}
{And I'll be making a deception check. Those are not technically lies--she does not actually know any chiss and she has not technically met the one she saw speaking to the owner, but there's enough hair-splitting going on that I should probably make the check. +7, which means I got a total of a 22.}
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:03 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:13 am
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Ignored, just like always. Oh well, Ark mused to himself, Part of the game. Think I'll go back up and get a drink at work...should see what Shea's up to. He dropped 35 credits on the bar, hoping the extra 10 would be an ample tip for his server as he pushed himself up onto his feet. Turning on his heel, Ark was about to make his way to the door when he caught sight of something that always caught him offguard, no matter where he was: an Imperial Stormtrooper.
"The galaxy is a hard place to live...it's an even harder place to find love," she mused as a hand ran through her hair. She leaned over the railing, looking out at the setting sun. "But despite all the hardships, whenever I'm wearing that armor...I forget about all my troubles." She looked over at him with her brown eyes and smiled...oh, what a smile. Her hair was a brilliant orange in the dying rays of the sun, adding to her beauty. And as he sat and admired her as she turned her head back towards the sun, Ark made a promise to himself. He promised no matter what, he would always protect her, no matter where life took them. He would always protect Kyte.
Ark shook his head free of the memories flooding into it, looking at the troopers in the bar. What in the hell was going on? What had he missed in his ignorance? Whatever it was, it most certainly couldn't be good.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 8:06 am
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RP_Master_Jak (We're going to say the mon cal she was talking with was disguised for now. The drinks are 25 creds each.) "Brenner is a known criminal and member of the Galactic Alliance remnant. We had information that he'd be here some time tonight, but we don't know when. Alright, if you're certain you haven't seen him..." The trooper turned to walk away, looking around the rest of the cantina. "He can't be far... We know he'll be here..." The trooper muttered. another pair of troopers walked into the cantina at a call from the two inside, when suddenly the human and the chiss in the corner began to move, quickly, for the door. Each had a blaster ready. Way to be discreet, guys... Shaheska thinks to herself as she watches them moving towards the door with weapons drawn. Members of the Galactic Alliance, apparently looking for some help, and with storm troopers looking for them - that could mean something big was going on. Still, with four storm troopers in the room, things could get ugly fast. Shaheska pondered whether to get involved or leave it be... She'd only have a moment to decide.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:28 pm
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Oh, hell. This is going to get very ugly very, very quick. There really wasn't a choice. People just shouldn't be executed. Especially in public. Especially by glorified thugs. She gritted her teeth, feeling the world around her flow in the insanity. She got up, ducked through the crowd as surreptitiously as possible, getting closer to the closest trooper, her senses flowing into her will and into his blaster. And then she tugged. With any luck, the trooper's blaster would slip from his grip and fall to the ground. And, with even more luck, he'd think he'd just dropped it, rather than know exactly why it'd happened...
{Force Disarm (UtF result of 22) to pull the closest Storm Trooper's blaster to the ground.}
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 3:08 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:04 pm
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