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Bib's head tails twist and twitch. "Ah, but my sources say that the cargo was put in your charge by Ari, not that of the captain's. Or are my sources mistaken?"

Crystals "No, that won't be necessary." He thinks for a moment before answering. "Well, you could sell them, as you did earlier. Few will know the difference in them. Or, I can take them off of your hands for 'disposal'. I won't be able to offer you much but advice in exchange however." He...

Interested? Yes. Spare the time? Well, not so much. However I have just found out that another of my games has fell out, so perhaps I might be able to scare up a few moments to play in this one. Incidentally as of a few days ago, I have all the P&P books for this (thank you Arscott), so that's...

Sooo.... that means: BLUE WINS!!! Okay, seriously, if this gets up and going again, count me in.

Pyotr glances sidelong at the approaching figure, but doesn't want to completely take his eyes away from the building he is supposed to be watching.

As mentioned in the OOC thread, I'm going to attempt to resurrect this thread so that we can continue with our story. To sum up, Soldier Tal and Jedi Ka-Femi-Odo have come to Tatooine to deliver the small Rodian child Greedo to the notorious crimelord Jabba the Hutt. They met with the Twi'Lek...

Crystals Again the man simply smiles, but this soon goes away when you mention the deceased Ventress' name. "And you are certain this Sith is dead? They are quite crafty you know." HRD Once the deal is made, the HRD obediently follows MD-1 back to the ship. It takes a seat in the navigator...

Hey guys. It's good to see both of you still around. Between the crash and this last week with some family problems that seem to always come out of the woodwork when I'm on break from classes, it's been tough for me to focus on my games here. I've almost come to the conclusion that I need to...

"Yes, Sergeant." Pyotr is happy to get put on point. It is one of the things he does best. Adjusting his gear he moves ahead of the platoon, proud of himself. Then comes time to switch out. When it does, his tired eyes strained to continue looking around, almost expecting the other pointmen to...

Crystals- The odd man smiles a bit as MD-1 relays your message. "Psychic? No, I've never used that term to describe myself. I simply allow myself to listen, and you spin an interesting tale. Might I inquire as to the identity of this Sith?" HRD- The man tells the humanoid machine to power down...

The Armek Plasma Shell Shield Generator is an older model, mostly used on fighters from backwater militias and pirate gangs. It seems to be in working condition though and will definitely fit in the Ari. The Twi'Lek greedily accepts your deal with the coins and blue saber crystals. He takes...

Pyotr hops down out of the truck, moving out of the way of the rest of the platoon as they exit. He takes a look around to get an idea of his surroundings before checking his gear and meandering towards his friends. "Something tells me we get the leftover equipment when the army gets their cushy...

Just about everyday, but yeah, I'm still here and ready to get back moving again. It would seem that many of us have had some troubling times recently, but we're still up and kicking.

MD-1 goes along its assigned mission, attempting to broker deals for the cargo that X has managed to come across. Soon, MD-2, MD-3 and MD-4 are circulating the station in order to help facilitate MD-1's activities. They have come across the following: - Grizz has a shield generator that will...

Works for me. Even though Kellon is not an Admiral, having command of the task force where his men are stationed comes in very handy.... I'm getting anxious to post my first turn, as I'm not sure what it should look like. Not that there is much I want to do without more information.... My...

"Roger, Foray. Retracting fuel probes. We're transmitting docking data now." As the controller says, an incoming transmission containing information regarding the station and its fees is sent to you. Apparently, you are being seen to by a group of junk dealers. You wouldn't think dealing in...

Tandi finishes her bath and dresses, half listening to the conversation nearby. Don't fall for it Cade. Making her way to her private room, she looks in on the two before retiring, attempting to get some rest before it was her turn to take watch. It was tough though. She went over what went...

As the fighters escort you in towards the station, you begin to see that it is probably not a military facility. There are numerous vessels of all shapes and sizes docked in, on or around the station. You can only pick out a few that have anything in common, most of them being the snub fighters...

Tandi's peaceful reverie, alone and relaxing in her hot bath, is broken by the sound of that annoying little girl screaming some incoherency. Deciding that it wasn't her turn to watch Sykhia, Tandi focuses on the moment and tries to drown her out by chanting a mantra to herself.

Well, you are travelling to the complete other side of the system :) I suppose you could have microjumped, but reprogramming again is fine. As far as putting the transmitter in, it takes some time to convince the ship's own computer to accept the new brain, but X manages to accomplish it anyhow...