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Post by Nick Cousland on Nov 15, 2009 21:04:22 GMT -5
Come drink your sorrows away.
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jan 10, 2010 0:24:55 GMT -5
-Decides to take a stroll through the city near his house.-
well maybe i can find something here that will interest me.
-Walks out and heads to the city.-
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jan 10, 2010 0:30:23 GMT -5
-passes through some buildings and shops. Most items were very affordable, others he knew he would never obtain. He walked further and noticed many people whispering as he walked by. He wanted to confront these people, but decided to leave it as it is.-
Why waste my time with these people.
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jan 10, 2010 0:41:48 GMT -5
-As he walked a bit further some man had the courage to come up to me. The man was short and had black hair. From the expression on his face, he was angry. Jacen could sense this through the Force and it actually was pleasing to see a man with such anger in him.-
Your father killed my brother. -The man said almost bursting into tears and ready to attack him.- I should kill you to avenge him.
-Jacen laughed inside, but let out a smirk.- Well heres a real shocker. The man you speak of is not my father, hes my adoptive father, drill that into your weak head.-
-The man tightened his fist and shot his fist forward attempting to hit him, but he failed. Jacen quickly grabbed his hand with his right. The man tried to pull free, but he wouldnt let him. With the Force he tightened his grip on the poor soul and heard the bones crack and dislocate as his grip got tighter.-
Looks like you have failed to avenge your brother. -Jacen said over the cries of pain the man was screaming. Jacen let go and watched as the man fall backwards looking at his hand. The fingers were dangling downward. Jacen smiled and continued on his way. -
Now that was amusing.
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jan 10, 2010 0:57:31 GMT -5
-leaves-
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jul 10, 2010 23:23:38 GMT -5
Long time since I've been here.
-Jacen looks around the city as the people walk without noticing him. For Jacen, it felt like ages since he's not returned to the City. Many of the building remained the same, nothing seemed to change.-
Well ill just take a stroll and look around.
-walks through the city-
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Post by Jacen Solo on Jul 10, 2010 23:29:36 GMT -5
-Yawns. Passing through the city was just like last time. IN act in seemed like nothing has changed at all. The people even looked familiar as they walked. Some cheerful others depressed. -
I need a drink.
-Jacen leaves the city and heads out to find a place to rest. Leaves-
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Post by Leia Organa Solo on Jul 14, 2010 21:36:11 GMT -5
Leia docks her ship and checks security. She gives herself a look over. She is dressed as a traditional Twi'lek socialite. The main difference in her atire from a common girl or dancer were the transparent yellow robes over her leather undergarments. The leather thongs wrapped around her artificial leku held them in place as much as they did disguise the fact that someone might notice they were not real.
With the air of a very spoiled house wife she meandered through the downtown area and browsed the shopping district. Where is he? she though of her contact. As she thought this the Force sent her a warning and her hand shot out to the young pick pocket making a grab for her credits in her purse.
"Ah ah ah... go steal from someone a little slower kid." She smiles grimly at the young boy who turns a greenish shade of white at getting caught and tears himself from her grasp to take off down the nearest ally.
She chuckles a bit and goes back to her aimless shopping. Eventually a street vendor sidles up to her.
"I have a good deal on gold lady. You interested?" She gives her a cocky grin.
"Well now.." she purrs. "That depends on the kind of gold."
"Only the best for you princess." He winks and she knows she's found her contact.
"Lets discuss this back at your stall sir, I'm sure we could come to some sort of... agreement..."
she follows him back to a small booth and quietly discusses her mission with the Imperial informant.
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Post by Leia Organa Solo on Jul 15, 2010 15:25:52 GMT -5
Leia completes her update with her contact, purchases some jewelry from him so no one questions why she's been standing there for over an hour talking with the cart vendor.
She makes her way down the street, continuing to window shop and occasionally go into a store and look through the wares offered. while she shows interest in the items on the racks, her ears are open to any hint of the slave trade rumors or of any young women going missing. Hearing nothing and deciding the clientele of such places would not be likely to have the funds to buy slaves anyways she heads to in information kiosk.
Inside the booth she sits and pursues the town map showing businesses and entertainment spots. Noting a few that might be the sort of place she's looking for she leaves the booth and walks through town with the purposeful stride of the wealthy and bored.
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Post by Lord Zairon on Jul 15, 2010 15:39:43 GMT -5
Two TIE Phantoms land in a private hanger in the city blocked off from any access. Security is quickly raised around that hanger and nobody is allowed in. As access is blocked to prevent anyone from seeing who arrived, two figures wearing very concealing brown robes exit the hanger with the hoods covering their face.
The appearance leaves only the nose and below visible as robes and a hood cover everything else. "Athena, feel free to look around for the target. I'm going to scout the planet a little more and we can meet up later. And remember...relax, it's almost like a vacation." The taller of the hooded figures says.
"Just because they gave us an easy mission while you recover doesn't mean it's a vacation..." Athena says as she turns and walks in a separate direction.
The male figure smiles before disappearing into the crowd.
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Post by Leia Organa Solo on Jul 21, 2010 18:31:15 GMT -5
She enters the run down dive of a cantina on the south side of the city. It's obviously seen better days and the strip club a block or so down has obviously drawn business away from the now seedy bar. Not, she though, that it wasn't probably seedy to begine with as most cantinas are.
The bartender looks up from swabbing off the grimy bar counter. "If yer lookin fer work go down ther street. We don't need garls here yung lassy." He grumps at her. It's obvious the place is minimally staffed.
She walks up to the bar, sits in a ladylike manner and tries not to think too hard about what might be on her bar stool under such thin fabric. "I don't need work." She says, looking him directly in the eyes. "I do need a drink." She leans forward, "and information if you have it." She says soto voco.
The bartender gives her a suspicious look. She's not the first spook to sniff around but she was the first one most likely to get herself into a heap of trouble dressed the way she was.
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Post by Sacrifice on Jul 23, 2010 10:54:30 GMT -5
*Sam walks into the cantina and orders a light drink then sits in the corner watching the entrance. He was not on a mission of his own or any sort of mission. It was the way how he was taught. His father always said "Stay out of trouble and keep an eye out for trouble cause it seems to find us Milla's quickly." Sam relaxes a bit*
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Post by Lord Ire on Jul 24, 2010 22:37:02 GMT -5
Some random drunk RGE Lieutenant hearing a pretty voice turns around and holds up a credit chip. He motions to the bartender with it pointing to his Tattooine sunburn drink in his hand for him to slide one Leia's way. "Well hello there purdy lady, I buy you a drink if you promise to be nice to me."
The grin on the officer's face is that of a stupid drunk, he obviously didn't hear Leia trying to ask the bartender for information or is too drunk to care. He leans next to the bar and smiles at her like a dope, the heavy smell of alco-beverage on his breath is beyond apparent. "So, you come around these parts often?"
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Post by Sacrifice on Jul 25, 2010 12:54:42 GMT -5
*Sam sips his drink down and then pulls out a wad of paper from his pockets and looks at them. If you were to look close the were cards from various rich families that could afford to sponsor a big war if they piled in all their money But Sam's task wasn't to start a war, It was to make sure they didn't get any funny ideas. Sure he had a vision but it wasn't very clear why he had to get involved.*
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Post by Leia Organa-Solo on Jul 25, 2010 16:52:53 GMT -5
Leia looks the drunk officer up and down while mentally assessing the suspicious patron playing with a wad of paper. Whatever he's up to, he's not my problem she reminds herself. Its obvious he's not going to be involved in the kind of trouble she's looking for but the drunk Imperial is another story. In another life time she simply would have dropped her name and that would have had him slobbering all over her.
Dressed as she was however, that was a whole nother story. Rolling her eyes in exasperated disinterest she looks him up and down. He's slovenly and obviously inebriated.
"I didn't know they had started serving gammorians here." She sneers at him in an obvious way to encourage him to take the hint.
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)checking the site..realizing no one's here and leaves