Star Wars - Wrath of the Rebellion
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Awesome, Xaltar. Is that a Darth Maul mini?
This is not a Darth Maul mini.
Maul wouldn't last 1 round with ZYBOR-JAE!
This Mini is a Wood Elf archer from Warhammer. I cut the bow out of his hands, twisted his hand at an angle so the bottom saber wouldn't hit the ground, and then glued part of a spear and part of a flag standard to the remainder of the bow near his hand.
The top half of the sable handle looks a lot better, but I must say that I like it better then most of the actual Star Wars Jedi.
Thanks for the compliment Gospog. I'm still not at your caliber, but sitting here painting at my computer made me want to show him off on the boards.
- Xaltar
Maul wouldn't last 1 round with ZYBOR-JAE!
This Mini is a Wood Elf archer from Warhammer. I cut the bow out of his hands, twisted his hand at an angle so the bottom saber wouldn't hit the ground, and then glued part of a spear and part of a flag standard to the remainder of the bow near his hand.
The top half of the sable handle looks a lot better, but I must say that I like it better then most of the actual Star Wars Jedi.
Thanks for the compliment Gospog. I'm still not at your caliber, but sitting here painting at my computer made me want to show him off on the boards.
- Xaltar
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Dr Midnight
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What kills me about Josh (Xaltar)'s miniature painting is that he paints the eyes. THE FRICKIN' EYES! Not shabbily, either... They look like eyes. Josh's got miniature painting talent that disgusts me. I hate him. I'm going to force lightning him.
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Plus Dent and his droid was interpreted by me as a tip of the hat to Marvin... though Marvin wasn't technically Arthur's.
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EXT. GALAXY - TATOOINE
CAMERA SHOWS STARS. SUDDENLY A SHIP STREAKS INTO VIEW AND SLOWS- THE CHANDRILA SURVEYOR HAS COME OUT OF HYPERSPACE. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE SHIP AS IT FLIES PAST TO REVEAL TATOOINE.
INT. CHANDRILA SURVEYOR- COCKPIT
Woonwooken groaned. Dent cocked his head and looked at her. “Land on the outskirts?! Are you crazy?” The wookiee chuckled to herself. She was hoping to fight some sand people. No luck, it would seem.
The ship coasted in low through the atmosphere and stopped above a large spaceport set in the bustling settlement of Mos Eisley. It settled into one of the bays and landed perfectly. Dent Darkstar switched off his ship’s power. T’ek asked. “Have any of you ever been here before?” Uschi, Lexo and Woonwooken had, they replied.
“In fact,” Lexo said, “it was here on Tatooine that I met Woonie. There was a matter of grand theft starship- but we won’t get into that. Suffice to say that the ol’ girl and I left Tatooine in a hurry, with a lot of dead stormtroopers in our wake. Isn’t that right?” He tousled the wookiee’s fur as she took a moment to remove the large pink ribbon from the hair at the top of her head. She replaced it with a light brown one, matching the natural dull sandy hues of the desert planet. It was impossible to tell if she thought she was wearing camouflage or just accessorizing.
“Well, for anyone who doesn’t know, just keep in mind that all the cities on Tatooine are essentially poor frontier towns. It’s the law of the fittest out here. Watch your backs. Ben used to call this place a wretched hive of scum and villainy… and he was being kind.”
With a hydraulic hiss, the ramp lowered and the heroes walked out. Almost immediately the dull heat of Tatooine assaulted them. It was oppressive- it seemed the air was thick. The two suns above them shone down through the “skydoor” in the docking bay. A door opened and a mottled greenish toydarian floated in with a datapad. “YT-2400, eh? Hmm… this will cost you five hundred credits, I think.”
Dent said yes, this would be fine. The toydarian quickly corrected himself. “Oh, uh- I’m sorry- five hundred and fifty. Heh heh…”
Dent frowned- this was a common game in spaceports everywhere. If you let a portkeep haggle with you, especially a toydarian, you stood to lose a great deal of money. “No- five hundred, take it or leave it.”
“Ehhh… Five hundred and thirty, I think, yes?”
Lexo walked over, looking far surlier than he normally appeared. “How about we pay you FOUR hundred, and we overlook the shoddy condition of the bay, not to mention the womp rats over there chewing on cables. Maybe we won’t take our complaints to the Hutts.”
The toydarian sneered viciously and counteroffered four hundred and fifty, meekly, which Dent accepted. “Thanks,” Dent said. Lexo smiled behind his breathing mask.
They walked out of the spaceport into town. The streets of Tatooine swarmed with commerce. Jawas everywhere were trying to sell you something. Dewbacks carried portly aliens through crowds of rodian children. Rusted speeders whistled over the hard-packed dirt. Zybor didn’t see any of the scum and villainy that T’ek had mentioned. “Where are we going again?”
Lexo answered, but kept his voice low. “Well, I have a contact named Bargger who should be able to direct us to the nearest holonet hub. If he hasn’t changed, we’re likely to find him in the nearest cantina.” They stepped through a shady doorway into a thriving cantina. The “scum and villainy” all congregated here, it seemed. Smugglers, pirates, pilots, scoundrels and thieves lined the dark establishment’s booths. A grumpy bartender handed patrons translucent cups filled with liquor (each suiting its purchaser’s special biology, of course). A band of large-headed aliens were huddled together on the bandstand playing an uptempo ditty that no one seemed to be listening to.
“I don’t see him,” Lexo said. “he could be…” The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. Sensing someone behind the group, he whirled around. The others turned too, startled by Lexo’s alarm.
There stood an odd creature. It wore a long, dark, hooded cloak. Black goggles covered its eyes. The only feature it didn’t conceal was the long black snout that served for its nose. It spoke with a voice that sounded like a fingernail being scratched quickly back and forth along rough fabric. <Uschi.>
Uschi calmed herself and greeted him back. “Garindan. I should have known I’d find you here- or at least that you’d find me.”
<It’s good to see you, my friend. Tell me, what are you doing on Tatooine?>
Uschi deftly deflected the question. “What’s it been- four? Five years?”
<What are you doing on Tatooine, Uschi?> The pleasant tone of Garindan’s voice had cooled considerably.
She glared at him. “Why do you want to know?”
<You know me. You know what I do.>
Uschi bit her lower lip and thought for a minute. Garindan couldn’t be trusted in the least, she knew, but he always had information. For a price, Garindan could find out pretty much anything you wanted. She decided to take a chance. She said “Let’s step over here and sit down. We may have use for your talents.” They found a booth and sat. Uschi spoke in a whisper while the others watched her, wondering if she knew what she was doing. “We need some information,” Uschi said. “Can you get it?”
<Like I said- you know me. You know what I do.>
“We need to know where the nearest holonet hub is, and how to get to it.”
<Ahh. Well, that’s certainly no trick. The holonet is entirely contained and controlled by the Empire- has been for years. To my knowledge, the only hub on Tatooine is located within the Imperial garrison just down the street. They work closely with the local police, using a skeleton crew of one commander and roughly a dozen troopers. Sandtroopers patrol the streets, stormtroopers guard the building. The building’s patrolled by three probe droids, so finding a back way in will be difficult.>
“We need access codes to the door. Can you get them?”
The kubaz scratched his nose, thinking. He answered <I believe I can get these for you. Meet me back here in roughly seven hours. You realize, Uschi, that this is going to cost you dearly…>
“How much?”
<I think five thousand credits will suffice. That price, of course, doesn’t include the information I’ve already given you.>
Uschi slid him 1,500 credits and told him “Go, then. We’ll meet you back here in seven hours.”
<Always a pleasure,> Garindan said as he stood and left.
“Can he be trusted?” Dent asked.
Uschi looked at him, halfway between a grimace and a grin.
MORE TO COME...
CAMERA SHOWS STARS. SUDDENLY A SHIP STREAKS INTO VIEW AND SLOWS- THE CHANDRILA SURVEYOR HAS COME OUT OF HYPERSPACE. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE SHIP AS IT FLIES PAST TO REVEAL TATOOINE.
INT. CHANDRILA SURVEYOR- COCKPIT
Woonwooken groaned. Dent cocked his head and looked at her. “Land on the outskirts?! Are you crazy?” The wookiee chuckled to herself. She was hoping to fight some sand people. No luck, it would seem.
The ship coasted in low through the atmosphere and stopped above a large spaceport set in the bustling settlement of Mos Eisley. It settled into one of the bays and landed perfectly. Dent Darkstar switched off his ship’s power. T’ek asked. “Have any of you ever been here before?” Uschi, Lexo and Woonwooken had, they replied.
“In fact,” Lexo said, “it was here on Tatooine that I met Woonie. There was a matter of grand theft starship- but we won’t get into that. Suffice to say that the ol’ girl and I left Tatooine in a hurry, with a lot of dead stormtroopers in our wake. Isn’t that right?” He tousled the wookiee’s fur as she took a moment to remove the large pink ribbon from the hair at the top of her head. She replaced it with a light brown one, matching the natural dull sandy hues of the desert planet. It was impossible to tell if she thought she was wearing camouflage or just accessorizing.
“Well, for anyone who doesn’t know, just keep in mind that all the cities on Tatooine are essentially poor frontier towns. It’s the law of the fittest out here. Watch your backs. Ben used to call this place a wretched hive of scum and villainy… and he was being kind.”
With a hydraulic hiss, the ramp lowered and the heroes walked out. Almost immediately the dull heat of Tatooine assaulted them. It was oppressive- it seemed the air was thick. The two suns above them shone down through the “skydoor” in the docking bay. A door opened and a mottled greenish toydarian floated in with a datapad. “YT-2400, eh? Hmm… this will cost you five hundred credits, I think.”
Dent said yes, this would be fine. The toydarian quickly corrected himself. “Oh, uh- I’m sorry- five hundred and fifty. Heh heh…”
Dent frowned- this was a common game in spaceports everywhere. If you let a portkeep haggle with you, especially a toydarian, you stood to lose a great deal of money. “No- five hundred, take it or leave it.”
“Ehhh… Five hundred and thirty, I think, yes?”
Lexo walked over, looking far surlier than he normally appeared. “How about we pay you FOUR hundred, and we overlook the shoddy condition of the bay, not to mention the womp rats over there chewing on cables. Maybe we won’t take our complaints to the Hutts.”
The toydarian sneered viciously and counteroffered four hundred and fifty, meekly, which Dent accepted. “Thanks,” Dent said. Lexo smiled behind his breathing mask.
They walked out of the spaceport into town. The streets of Tatooine swarmed with commerce. Jawas everywhere were trying to sell you something. Dewbacks carried portly aliens through crowds of rodian children. Rusted speeders whistled over the hard-packed dirt. Zybor didn’t see any of the scum and villainy that T’ek had mentioned. “Where are we going again?”
Lexo answered, but kept his voice low. “Well, I have a contact named Bargger who should be able to direct us to the nearest holonet hub. If he hasn’t changed, we’re likely to find him in the nearest cantina.” They stepped through a shady doorway into a thriving cantina. The “scum and villainy” all congregated here, it seemed. Smugglers, pirates, pilots, scoundrels and thieves lined the dark establishment’s booths. A grumpy bartender handed patrons translucent cups filled with liquor (each suiting its purchaser’s special biology, of course). A band of large-headed aliens were huddled together on the bandstand playing an uptempo ditty that no one seemed to be listening to.
“I don’t see him,” Lexo said. “he could be…” The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. Sensing someone behind the group, he whirled around. The others turned too, startled by Lexo’s alarm.
There stood an odd creature. It wore a long, dark, hooded cloak. Black goggles covered its eyes. The only feature it didn’t conceal was the long black snout that served for its nose. It spoke with a voice that sounded like a fingernail being scratched quickly back and forth along rough fabric. <Uschi.>
Uschi calmed herself and greeted him back. “Garindan. I should have known I’d find you here- or at least that you’d find me.”
<It’s good to see you, my friend. Tell me, what are you doing on Tatooine?>
Uschi deftly deflected the question. “What’s it been- four? Five years?”
<What are you doing on Tatooine, Uschi?> The pleasant tone of Garindan’s voice had cooled considerably.
She glared at him. “Why do you want to know?”
<You know me. You know what I do.>
Uschi bit her lower lip and thought for a minute. Garindan couldn’t be trusted in the least, she knew, but he always had information. For a price, Garindan could find out pretty much anything you wanted. She decided to take a chance. She said “Let’s step over here and sit down. We may have use for your talents.” They found a booth and sat. Uschi spoke in a whisper while the others watched her, wondering if she knew what she was doing. “We need some information,” Uschi said. “Can you get it?”
<Like I said- you know me. You know what I do.>
“We need to know where the nearest holonet hub is, and how to get to it.”
<Ahh. Well, that’s certainly no trick. The holonet is entirely contained and controlled by the Empire- has been for years. To my knowledge, the only hub on Tatooine is located within the Imperial garrison just down the street. They work closely with the local police, using a skeleton crew of one commander and roughly a dozen troopers. Sandtroopers patrol the streets, stormtroopers guard the building. The building’s patrolled by three probe droids, so finding a back way in will be difficult.>
“We need access codes to the door. Can you get them?”
The kubaz scratched his nose, thinking. He answered <I believe I can get these for you. Meet me back here in roughly seven hours. You realize, Uschi, that this is going to cost you dearly…>
“How much?”
<I think five thousand credits will suffice. That price, of course, doesn’t include the information I’ve already given you.>
Uschi slid him 1,500 credits and told him “Go, then. We’ll meet you back here in seven hours.”
<Always a pleasure,> Garindan said as he stood and left.
“Can he be trusted?” Dent asked.
Uschi looked at him, halfway between a grimace and a grin.
MORE TO COME...
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Heh.
I liked the way you used Garindan, Doc. Very cool...
Also, was that a Watto Appearance, or maybe a Son of Watto?
I liked the way you used Garindan, Doc. Very cool...
Also, was that a Watto Appearance, or maybe a Son of Watto?
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