Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Apr 25, 2009 23:46:57 GMT -5
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Name: Hsi Asmae
Race: Jawa
Age: 23
Height: 3'5"
Weight: 60 Pounds
Birth place: Tatooine.
Appearance: He is a slight bit smaller than most Jawa's, and wears the common Jawa clothing. His robes are actually a bit larger than a common one though, because he holds a much larger weapon than a normal Jawa. Under that exterior is a scarred little monster of flesh and blood. Hsi now has a slight limp in his walk from the battle of Rhen Var.
Personality Hsi Asmae is easily irritated, and nobody can really understand him because he speaks Jawaese, and the common that he knows he speaks WAY too fast for most people to understand. He's actually quite sensitive about his height, and gets frustrated when he runs into height related obstacles. He's also interested in the arts of war, sort of because he grew up among the Jawa, who hardly ever instigate violence, and he never liked their 'cowardly' approach. His years as a mercenary and then his time with the Dominion, including the battle of Rhen Var in which he led troops into battle, has lead him to be a much more responsible and honorable individual, taking it upon himself to protect the lives of his troops. It also hardened him; being a part of the Dominion left little room for indecision and mercy. Hsi had a much darker and realistic view after his time with his Dominion. He is rarely considered a "nice" individual any more.
Profession: ( Mercenary/Mechanic )
Skills: Hsi is a brilliant mechanic. He can build droids from wires and scrap metal provided the right materials. He can lead troops into battle. He is a practiced marksmen and strong with most medium to long ranged weapon, although he can be a bit clumsy with the shorter ranged weapons. He has a massive knowledge of explosives and circuitry, as well as programming and computer knowledge from his work with AI's and installing computer systems for ships, general transport, droids, and civilian grade tech.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +2
Ship Name: A Freighter.
Bio: Hsi was born to the Asmae clan at the age of zero. He was raised by the most intelligent and prominent family of scavengers a Jawa could ask for. Because of this, upon reaching maturity, he was already fairly intelligent, and had been taught much about the outside world. He became an expert, as all Jawa's were, at taking the Phrase: “One thing's trash is another thing's Treasure” to an entirely knew level. Except with Hsi, he not only sold things, but took a great interest in repairing and building. He began to experiment on building bigger, better machines at the age of Five( I believe that's old for a Jawa, couldn't find anything on Wookie-Pedia about ages... )
Unlike Most Jawa, Hsi wasn't very passive. He was profoundly interested in the arts of war, and began to build droids and weapons for himself. The other Jawa's of the Asmae clan were always nervous about him. One day, he was expelled from the Asmae sandcrawler for accidentally backfiring one of his weapons and vaporizing a bantha belonging to a local farmer, causing the trade with said farmer to end... He had to build one of his own, miniature sandcrawlers, and defend himself from Tusken Raiders. He had a very small scavenging territory, because of this, but he protected it well, building war-droids to defend it and clearly mark his territory to other Jawa clans. He was known as the outcast Jawa in some parts.
At the age of 8, his ability to build and use weapons of somewhat big destruction was well known. Then something terrible happened, his clan was attacked by a local Tusken Raider clan. The entire Asmae, except for him, line was decimated. In outrage, Hsi vowed revenge. He built a couple of class-A war droids, and marched right up to the Tusken Raiders, then him and his 'army' of war-droids blew the living hell out of the Tusken's.
Grief stricken and angry, he moved to the city. No longer did he care for the life of a peaceful Jawa, he was a fighter...Technically. Hsi moved into the city of tattoine, and made a little shop, where he built and sold custom droids for people. Doing this, he brought in quite a bit of coin. When he got enough money, he bought his own Freighter ship, loaded it with some of his war-droids ( Which I shall be making in the technology board. ) and became a mercenary. He still ran a mechanic business, except now he did delivery services. This cycle would continue uneventfully until the he was fifteen.
Hsi found himself in a predicament; he owed money to a crime lord. Not a predicament you want to be in no matter how you spin it. He went to pay off his debts but the longer it took him to pay, the more he wound up owing. Therefore as a way to pay off all of his debt at once Hsi Asmae took up a mission for the crime lord, whose home base was on Tatooine in the same city that Hsi had taken up residence and set up shop, Mos Eisley. Hsi teamed up with a group of mercenaries; Rogarr, Gryff, Cirith, and a droid called T-46. The job was simple; a rival had fled to his safe-house off-planet, and Hsi's team was designated to smoke him out and kill him.
The job went off without a hitch, and the whole team was much the richer and debt free because of it. Which made him a free Jawa, free to do whatever and go wherever. Of course, it was not long before the Jawa had caused mischief. Hsi found himself being an arms supplier for another crime lord. It wasn't long before business lagged and Hsi's manifests were empty, his shipments and supplies low. He found it difficult to meet the arms agreement he had come to with his new client. During a meeting, Hsi made the mistake of insulting the slug in his hot-headed manner. The punishment was to be put to death.
Before the execution could take place, Hsi reprogrammed a serving droid and sent it out to do his bidding; namely begging for assistance. By sheer luck ( or the will of the force itself ) that the leaders of a group known as "The Dominion" had been on planet, and the droid found them. Curious, Shard, the leader of the Dominion, acted on his whim and saved Hsi from his most perilous circumstance. After discovering what he had saved, Shard and Hsi came to an agreement; Hsi would go with the Dominion and become their chief mechanic and armorer.
He served the Dominion well for a few years, supplying them with ample weapons and rising in rank until Hsi had become a squad leader and a respected member of the Dominion.
During the battle of Rhen Varr Hsi Asmae led a small group of troopers into the Dark Tomb of Ice, a nicknamed which had been dubbed to the Jedi Fortress that the Sith were invading. Hsi's part of the battle was small; lay heavy fire upon the fortress and kill everything that stands in your way. Not all of Hsi's troops survived the battle, including the loss of his good friend, and second in command, Bunta, fell in the battle. During the battle, Hsi used his patented high velocity custom sniper ( Pulse Magnetic Slugger, a light armor piercing weapon. ) to decimate opponents and slew two jedi acolytes. He acquired their lightsabers as trophies. After the battle, one of his trophies were requisitioned by the Dominion, although he managed to keep on to one.
Hsi was stumped and stopped during the battle by a Jedi named Xierra Falq. The leadership and expertise of the Faleen Blade forced Hsi to pull back his raiders and retreat.
After the battle, Hsi's dedication to the Dominion waned. His decision to retreat had been viewed as a defeat and had cost him much in the way of honor among the Dominion. After another year of waning service, Hsi grew bitter. He left the Dominion to return to Tatooine.
His years with the Dominion had changed Hsi dramatically. He had always been a different Jawa. He had experienced what it was like to kill and to fight, but now he'd been a part of a war, a battle, and he'd managed a large faction with a big budget. It was all too much to go back to normality. He lived for another 6 months in discontent with his civilian life as a mechanic. The only droid he had maintained was his trusty war-droid. He knew that he was getting older. He also knew he was getting bored. A poor combination. He was 22 now, and he had an awfully long life to live. He sure as hell wasn't about to live it cramped up in a damn hole building civilian class droids and petty weapons for petty thugs. No, Hsi had known far too much to return to that. He had but one choice left; seek out the Sith, fight once more.
RP Sample:
Hsi's diminutive form sat on top of his favorite war-machine. A large, spider-like droid. It had four main legs, and one massive body. The great droid was intimidating, and mounted on top of each of its legs was a small, automatic turret that fired charged blaster shots. They were prone to overheating, but if you were hit by one of those, it was all over. On top of the machine was a much larger version of the turrets. It took up the bulk of the droid's back, and could swivel slowly around. This was used mostly to blast away vehicles, buildings, or blast-doors. Hsi himself sat on top of the barrel of the giant turret, his arms smugly crossed against his chest.
He had arrived on Alderaan only a few days ago, but had gone through constant questioning and had filled out at least fifty different forms to the local government. Alderaan was a peaceful planet, and Hsi's methods were not welcome here, and because of that he had remained inside the hangar the entire time...A mercenary had to be quick, efficient, and brutal. Hsi was renowned for those last two parts, and this mission wasn't going to help his status with the first. In order to get the job done, though, he had made a deal. If the government could find the fugitive within three days, then Hsi would remain in the hangar until then, and leave without killing the target on the planet.
However, if the local government failed to do what was requested, all bets were off. Hsi had both his mercenary and some small-scale bounty papers to prove his was a legal and genuine hunt. If there was a fugitive on the planet, then by the grace of the Republic, he would be brought to justice. And Hsi Asmae was acting as the long arm of the law. Granted, this was only one of very rare instances where he did a legal job. In short, Alderaan had three days of peace. This was the morning of the fourth day.
A small door to the entrance of the hangar room opened up, and a strict, pompous man walked in. The hangar manager, who had been working emissary for the wealthy man who owned the hangar. He looked at Hsi, scowling. He never did like brutes...And this one, the most unlikely to be a brute of them all, didn't sit well with him. Hsi looked just like any other Jawa, but there was mean streak with him, and he had the temper and equipment to back up any words he might say. In four long strides, which he had learned agitated the Jawa just witnessing, he entered the room and bowed, “It is the fourth day, and the fugitive has not been found. He's probably left upon hearing your arrival, I'd try Nar Shadaa, that is where most criminals go.
Hsi had watched the man acutely from his perch, his buttocks resting firmly on the barrel of the canon, and his two legs hanging off the sides, his two, short arms, sleeves draped over them, held in front to hold him up. He started to scoot forward on the barrel, moving toward the end so he could sit right in front of the man. Suddenly, the droid leaned forward, the barrel of the cannon moving to aim down at the man. Hsi over balanced and started to slide forward, tipping and hitting the bulked end of the barrel with force. The collision stopped the lower half of his body, but he flipped forward, doing a short front flip, and then landing hard on his bottom.
Hsi heard the loud Thunk of his landing. Squinting one eye and cocking his head, he leaned forward, gabbing his bottom and groaning in pain, “Oooh...” He muttered, then jumped up, shouting and spitting curses in his native, most of the curses quite common, but some of them invented right on the spot. Hsi looked up with a sour mood, one that was translated by the narrowing of his glowing eyes. “Not the deal, you said three days, I've given you three days, now let me out of this forlorn hangar so that I can do MY job. And don't try to trick me into thinking about him having left, I'll find him, unlike you galactic pricks!”
Normally Hsi took into account his fast accent, but when he was angry or upset, he forgot all about it, and spoke quickly, like he would in his speedy, jabbering native tongue, Jawaese. To the manager, it sounded more like, “Nah th dl, yous'd thrays, Iven you thrays, now l'me ouf thiorn h'ng'rso thigh cando MY job.” The last sentence was absolutely indecipherable, like a bunch of slurs and syllables, “Anontry t'trime int'hinkinabouemavinlef, I'llfineim!” He slowed down, taking a ddep breath after that and finished, “UNLIKE You GALACTIC PRICKS!”
The hangar manager stood there staring in confusion. “W-w-what?” He stammered out.
Hsi snarled, turned around and looked at his droid, “Just open the damn gates so I can get this through.” He said, slowing his dialect considerably and huffing out an angry breath. Hsi walked forward, right passed...Or rather, right Through the manager, moving in between his legs. “And don't try to stop me!” Hsi said, walking over to the door.
The manager shook his head in disbelief. Staring at the droid for a few moments, then he turned to his right, looking up. The hangar was tall, very tall. Seventy feet above them, there was a tiny glass window in the top right hand corner, where the controls were. A form was standing on a catwalk with binoculars. The manager gave him a hand signal that meant, 'Open the small gate,' in run-way navigator code.
As the form turned around, he saw that Hsi was sitting on the ground, looking absolutely depressed, “What? Weren't you leaving?”
Hsi looked up at him, glaring, his eyes almost slits, then he turned his head and looked at the button that opened the door. For a moment the manager just stared, and then burst out into a fit of laughter. His whole body was hit with a wave of convulsions, and he laughed so hard that Hsi, under normal circumstances, would have thought him ready to explode. Instead, Hsi was glaring at him, so pissed that one of his hands had slipped down to a small blaster pistol tucked within his robes, seriously considering just shooting the manager. After a few minutes the manager stopped, and smiled, then walked over, straightened his back, and reached out, pressing the button. The button that Hsi Asmae couldn't reach.
Roleplays participated in?
Through a Needle's Eye (Tatooine, swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tatooine&action=display&thread=6355&page=1 )
The Dwarf and the Droid ( Tatooine. swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=tatooine&thread=7739&page=1 )
The Dark Tomb of Ice ( Rhen Var,http://swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10434 swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rhenvar&action=display&thread=8021&page=1 )
Tech: Approved
Z3N Spider Fighter swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=indyguns&thread=10388&page=1
PMS swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10434
ECML swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10458
( Pending Tech )
T-32-M Barrel Blast swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=utilityvees&thread=18675
Name: Hsi Asmae
Race: Jawa
Age: 23
Height: 3'5"
Weight: 60 Pounds
Birth place: Tatooine.
Appearance: He is a slight bit smaller than most Jawa's, and wears the common Jawa clothing. His robes are actually a bit larger than a common one though, because he holds a much larger weapon than a normal Jawa. Under that exterior is a scarred little monster of flesh and blood. Hsi now has a slight limp in his walk from the battle of Rhen Var.
Personality Hsi Asmae is easily irritated, and nobody can really understand him because he speaks Jawaese, and the common that he knows he speaks WAY too fast for most people to understand. He's actually quite sensitive about his height, and gets frustrated when he runs into height related obstacles. He's also interested in the arts of war, sort of because he grew up among the Jawa, who hardly ever instigate violence, and he never liked their 'cowardly' approach. His years as a mercenary and then his time with the Dominion, including the battle of Rhen Var in which he led troops into battle, has lead him to be a much more responsible and honorable individual, taking it upon himself to protect the lives of his troops. It also hardened him; being a part of the Dominion left little room for indecision and mercy. Hsi had a much darker and realistic view after his time with his Dominion. He is rarely considered a "nice" individual any more.
Profession: ( Mercenary/Mechanic )
Skills: Hsi is a brilliant mechanic. He can build droids from wires and scrap metal provided the right materials. He can lead troops into battle. He is a practiced marksmen and strong with most medium to long ranged weapon, although he can be a bit clumsy with the shorter ranged weapons. He has a massive knowledge of explosives and circuitry, as well as programming and computer knowledge from his work with AI's and installing computer systems for ships, general transport, droids, and civilian grade tech.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 2
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +2
Ship Name: A Freighter.
Bio: Hsi was born to the Asmae clan at the age of zero. He was raised by the most intelligent and prominent family of scavengers a Jawa could ask for. Because of this, upon reaching maturity, he was already fairly intelligent, and had been taught much about the outside world. He became an expert, as all Jawa's were, at taking the Phrase: “One thing's trash is another thing's Treasure” to an entirely knew level. Except with Hsi, he not only sold things, but took a great interest in repairing and building. He began to experiment on building bigger, better machines at the age of Five( I believe that's old for a Jawa, couldn't find anything on Wookie-Pedia about ages... )
Unlike Most Jawa, Hsi wasn't very passive. He was profoundly interested in the arts of war, and began to build droids and weapons for himself. The other Jawa's of the Asmae clan were always nervous about him. One day, he was expelled from the Asmae sandcrawler for accidentally backfiring one of his weapons and vaporizing a bantha belonging to a local farmer, causing the trade with said farmer to end... He had to build one of his own, miniature sandcrawlers, and defend himself from Tusken Raiders. He had a very small scavenging territory, because of this, but he protected it well, building war-droids to defend it and clearly mark his territory to other Jawa clans. He was known as the outcast Jawa in some parts.
At the age of 8, his ability to build and use weapons of somewhat big destruction was well known. Then something terrible happened, his clan was attacked by a local Tusken Raider clan. The entire Asmae, except for him, line was decimated. In outrage, Hsi vowed revenge. He built a couple of class-A war droids, and marched right up to the Tusken Raiders, then him and his 'army' of war-droids blew the living hell out of the Tusken's.
Grief stricken and angry, he moved to the city. No longer did he care for the life of a peaceful Jawa, he was a fighter...Technically. Hsi moved into the city of tattoine, and made a little shop, where he built and sold custom droids for people. Doing this, he brought in quite a bit of coin. When he got enough money, he bought his own Freighter ship, loaded it with some of his war-droids ( Which I shall be making in the technology board. ) and became a mercenary. He still ran a mechanic business, except now he did delivery services. This cycle would continue uneventfully until the he was fifteen.
Hsi found himself in a predicament; he owed money to a crime lord. Not a predicament you want to be in no matter how you spin it. He went to pay off his debts but the longer it took him to pay, the more he wound up owing. Therefore as a way to pay off all of his debt at once Hsi Asmae took up a mission for the crime lord, whose home base was on Tatooine in the same city that Hsi had taken up residence and set up shop, Mos Eisley. Hsi teamed up with a group of mercenaries; Rogarr, Gryff, Cirith, and a droid called T-46. The job was simple; a rival had fled to his safe-house off-planet, and Hsi's team was designated to smoke him out and kill him.
The job went off without a hitch, and the whole team was much the richer and debt free because of it. Which made him a free Jawa, free to do whatever and go wherever. Of course, it was not long before the Jawa had caused mischief. Hsi found himself being an arms supplier for another crime lord. It wasn't long before business lagged and Hsi's manifests were empty, his shipments and supplies low. He found it difficult to meet the arms agreement he had come to with his new client. During a meeting, Hsi made the mistake of insulting the slug in his hot-headed manner. The punishment was to be put to death.
Before the execution could take place, Hsi reprogrammed a serving droid and sent it out to do his bidding; namely begging for assistance. By sheer luck ( or the will of the force itself ) that the leaders of a group known as "The Dominion" had been on planet, and the droid found them. Curious, Shard, the leader of the Dominion, acted on his whim and saved Hsi from his most perilous circumstance. After discovering what he had saved, Shard and Hsi came to an agreement; Hsi would go with the Dominion and become their chief mechanic and armorer.
He served the Dominion well for a few years, supplying them with ample weapons and rising in rank until Hsi had become a squad leader and a respected member of the Dominion.
During the battle of Rhen Varr Hsi Asmae led a small group of troopers into the Dark Tomb of Ice, a nicknamed which had been dubbed to the Jedi Fortress that the Sith were invading. Hsi's part of the battle was small; lay heavy fire upon the fortress and kill everything that stands in your way. Not all of Hsi's troops survived the battle, including the loss of his good friend, and second in command, Bunta, fell in the battle. During the battle, Hsi used his patented high velocity custom sniper ( Pulse Magnetic Slugger, a light armor piercing weapon. ) to decimate opponents and slew two jedi acolytes. He acquired their lightsabers as trophies. After the battle, one of his trophies were requisitioned by the Dominion, although he managed to keep on to one.
Hsi was stumped and stopped during the battle by a Jedi named Xierra Falq. The leadership and expertise of the Faleen Blade forced Hsi to pull back his raiders and retreat.
After the battle, Hsi's dedication to the Dominion waned. His decision to retreat had been viewed as a defeat and had cost him much in the way of honor among the Dominion. After another year of waning service, Hsi grew bitter. He left the Dominion to return to Tatooine.
His years with the Dominion had changed Hsi dramatically. He had always been a different Jawa. He had experienced what it was like to kill and to fight, but now he'd been a part of a war, a battle, and he'd managed a large faction with a big budget. It was all too much to go back to normality. He lived for another 6 months in discontent with his civilian life as a mechanic. The only droid he had maintained was his trusty war-droid. He knew that he was getting older. He also knew he was getting bored. A poor combination. He was 22 now, and he had an awfully long life to live. He sure as hell wasn't about to live it cramped up in a damn hole building civilian class droids and petty weapons for petty thugs. No, Hsi had known far too much to return to that. He had but one choice left; seek out the Sith, fight once more.
RP Sample:
Hsi's diminutive form sat on top of his favorite war-machine. A large, spider-like droid. It had four main legs, and one massive body. The great droid was intimidating, and mounted on top of each of its legs was a small, automatic turret that fired charged blaster shots. They were prone to overheating, but if you were hit by one of those, it was all over. On top of the machine was a much larger version of the turrets. It took up the bulk of the droid's back, and could swivel slowly around. This was used mostly to blast away vehicles, buildings, or blast-doors. Hsi himself sat on top of the barrel of the giant turret, his arms smugly crossed against his chest.
He had arrived on Alderaan only a few days ago, but had gone through constant questioning and had filled out at least fifty different forms to the local government. Alderaan was a peaceful planet, and Hsi's methods were not welcome here, and because of that he had remained inside the hangar the entire time...A mercenary had to be quick, efficient, and brutal. Hsi was renowned for those last two parts, and this mission wasn't going to help his status with the first. In order to get the job done, though, he had made a deal. If the government could find the fugitive within three days, then Hsi would remain in the hangar until then, and leave without killing the target on the planet.
However, if the local government failed to do what was requested, all bets were off. Hsi had both his mercenary and some small-scale bounty papers to prove his was a legal and genuine hunt. If there was a fugitive on the planet, then by the grace of the Republic, he would be brought to justice. And Hsi Asmae was acting as the long arm of the law. Granted, this was only one of very rare instances where he did a legal job. In short, Alderaan had three days of peace. This was the morning of the fourth day.
A small door to the entrance of the hangar room opened up, and a strict, pompous man walked in. The hangar manager, who had been working emissary for the wealthy man who owned the hangar. He looked at Hsi, scowling. He never did like brutes...And this one, the most unlikely to be a brute of them all, didn't sit well with him. Hsi looked just like any other Jawa, but there was mean streak with him, and he had the temper and equipment to back up any words he might say. In four long strides, which he had learned agitated the Jawa just witnessing, he entered the room and bowed, “It is the fourth day, and the fugitive has not been found. He's probably left upon hearing your arrival, I'd try Nar Shadaa, that is where most criminals go.
Hsi had watched the man acutely from his perch, his buttocks resting firmly on the barrel of the canon, and his two legs hanging off the sides, his two, short arms, sleeves draped over them, held in front to hold him up. He started to scoot forward on the barrel, moving toward the end so he could sit right in front of the man. Suddenly, the droid leaned forward, the barrel of the cannon moving to aim down at the man. Hsi over balanced and started to slide forward, tipping and hitting the bulked end of the barrel with force. The collision stopped the lower half of his body, but he flipped forward, doing a short front flip, and then landing hard on his bottom.
Hsi heard the loud Thunk of his landing. Squinting one eye and cocking his head, he leaned forward, gabbing his bottom and groaning in pain, “Oooh...” He muttered, then jumped up, shouting and spitting curses in his native, most of the curses quite common, but some of them invented right on the spot. Hsi looked up with a sour mood, one that was translated by the narrowing of his glowing eyes. “Not the deal, you said three days, I've given you three days, now let me out of this forlorn hangar so that I can do MY job. And don't try to trick me into thinking about him having left, I'll find him, unlike you galactic pricks!”
Normally Hsi took into account his fast accent, but when he was angry or upset, he forgot all about it, and spoke quickly, like he would in his speedy, jabbering native tongue, Jawaese. To the manager, it sounded more like, “Nah th dl, yous'd thrays, Iven you thrays, now l'me ouf thiorn h'ng'rso thigh cando MY job.” The last sentence was absolutely indecipherable, like a bunch of slurs and syllables, “Anontry t'trime int'hinkinabouemavinlef, I'llfineim!” He slowed down, taking a ddep breath after that and finished, “UNLIKE You GALACTIC PRICKS!”
The hangar manager stood there staring in confusion. “W-w-what?” He stammered out.
Hsi snarled, turned around and looked at his droid, “Just open the damn gates so I can get this through.” He said, slowing his dialect considerably and huffing out an angry breath. Hsi walked forward, right passed...Or rather, right Through the manager, moving in between his legs. “And don't try to stop me!” Hsi said, walking over to the door.
The manager shook his head in disbelief. Staring at the droid for a few moments, then he turned to his right, looking up. The hangar was tall, very tall. Seventy feet above them, there was a tiny glass window in the top right hand corner, where the controls were. A form was standing on a catwalk with binoculars. The manager gave him a hand signal that meant, 'Open the small gate,' in run-way navigator code.
As the form turned around, he saw that Hsi was sitting on the ground, looking absolutely depressed, “What? Weren't you leaving?”
Hsi looked up at him, glaring, his eyes almost slits, then he turned his head and looked at the button that opened the door. For a moment the manager just stared, and then burst out into a fit of laughter. His whole body was hit with a wave of convulsions, and he laughed so hard that Hsi, under normal circumstances, would have thought him ready to explode. Instead, Hsi was glaring at him, so pissed that one of his hands had slipped down to a small blaster pistol tucked within his robes, seriously considering just shooting the manager. After a few minutes the manager stopped, and smiled, then walked over, straightened his back, and reached out, pressing the button. The button that Hsi Asmae couldn't reach.
Roleplays participated in?
Through a Needle's Eye (Tatooine, swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tatooine&action=display&thread=6355&page=1 )
The Dwarf and the Droid ( Tatooine. swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=tatooine&thread=7739&page=1 )
The Dark Tomb of Ice ( Rhen Var,http://swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10434 swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rhenvar&action=display&thread=8021&page=1 )
Tech: Approved
Z3N Spider Fighter swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=indyguns&thread=10388&page=1
PMS swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10434
ECML swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=indyguns&action=display&thread=10458
( Pending Tech )
T-32-M Barrel Blast swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=utilityvees&thread=18675
Changes I've made are near the end of his bio, his Personality, Skills, and Appearance, as well as his stats to make up for the new experiences he had in the various threads he participated in.