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"That's fair enough. You'd have a problem finding something drinkable for every species, anyway." Rorworr scans down the drinks list as he speaks. "So, imports, eh? No guarantees of what we'll be going after. Sounds exciting." He looks up to see Arani and Sia entering the room. He waves...

"Sure, What would you recommend?" Rorworr smiles at the bartender droid. "Something mild, though. I'm not looking for a Tatooine Sunburn this early in the day." He turns back to look at the trophy wall. "So, any of those recent additions? Looks like there are some impressive creatures to...

"Given I hunt with a bowcaster, elegance and keeping whatever you're hunting in once piece doesn't come all that high up my list." Rorworr smirks. "As long as it's still edible when I've shot it, I'm a happy chap. And, of course, if you used the right grenades, you might even have cooked it...

Rorworr strolls past the trophy wall, pausing by the serrated teeth. "So, think we'll be hunting one of whatever these came out of?" He jokes to Kelko, admiring the impressive set of fangs. "If they've got something that size planetside, it might be a good thing we brought Vor'en along. I...

"Now that is a good idea!" Rorworr follows after his friend, doing a very creditable gawking tourist impression as he walks. "Beside anything else, they might have some idea of what we'll be shooting at. I'd like to know the big game around these parts has any surprises that we need to...

Rorworr strolls down the main walkway of the skyhook, munching contentedly on his fast-food. "So, where to now?" He asks Kelko, taking another bite from his burger. "There's bound to be plenty of casinos on a place with as many rich tourists as this."

"Sure, we can pick up a take-out, then go lose some credits." Rorworr grins, heading towards the dinner. "Although, if that system you and Bait figured out works, we could be millionaires by this evening!"

"Sure, it'll be good to have some company." Rorworr grins at Kelko. Heading back into the lift, he stabs a button at random, and waits to see what the result is. "Well, we've got to start the search somewhere..."

Rorworr gratefully drops the bags on the floor on arriving in the apartment. "I'll let you two go shoot things. I doubt they'd appreciate me knocking holes in the walls with a bowcaster." He grins, and makes for the lift again. "Any idea what floor the kitchen might be on? I'd like...

Rorworr comes staggering down the gangway, laden with the group's luggage. Puffing, he grumbles as he goes past Vor'en. "I thought Jedi were supposed to travel light. There are enough clothes here for half a system. And I'm pretty sure that Arani and Sia don't own largest portion of these...

Still here, still want to play :) Like Vor'en, I'm kind of waiting for other folks to post (rather than be the odd Wookiee talking to himself...), so don't take the lack of activity as a lack of interest on my part.

Rorworr works with Bait, quickly putting the ship to bed. He fishes his blaster pistol from the locker next to the co-pilot's chair, strapping the holster to his leg. After glancing around the cockpit to check he's not forgotten anything, he strolls down the boarding ramp. "Oh my, a protocol...

Still nursing several bruises and a slightly sprained ankle from Sia's idea of dance practice, Rorworr thanks the skyhook's traffic control for their speedy directions, and sets about helping Kelko dock the ship. Risking a glance back over his shoulder in a free moment, he whistles...

OOC: Hmm, things have gone a bit quiet, haven't they? Anyway, I'm back, and ready to hunt/fight some more pirates/do funky disco stylings...

I'm back (but read on). Sorry about the absence, but I've been away. And now the bad news: I'll be going away again for a week, from about the 20th. Hope this doesn't delay anything.

Rorworr takes Sia's hand, giving Kelko a chance to recover. "Like 'Rani says, there'll not be too much focus on us. But that doesn't mean that we can't be useful. Keep your ears and eyes open, and we might be able to pick up on some of the gossip, intrigue, and manoeuvring that'll be going...

Rorworr, while perhaps a little more skilled as a dancer, seems to have learnt a very formal style. Coupled with his height in comparison with Arani, the two make a slightly awkward progress around the room. On the other hand, they don't break any furniture, and manage not to injure each...

Rorworr grins at Sia, patting her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Even if no-one else asks you, me and Kelko will keep you on the dance floor. Won't we, buddy?" He puts a comforting hand on the Rodian's back. "If you promises not to permanently injure either of us..." Stepping out into the...

"I will admit I was feeling somewhat redundant on the bridge." Rorworr leans closer to Arani, before adding quietly. "I think Bait's the smartest person on the ship. He's certainly got my astrogation skills beat." This said, he moves into the lounge and starts shifting the furniture back...

"So, should we go help the poor chap, or stay here and make sure we lock the door this time?" Rorworr grins at Kelko. "Bait, you OK if we leave you in charge of the bridge?" After hearing the droid's answer, Rory heads back after Sia and her victim, calling to Dorn and Arani as he passes...