Post by Rimrald on Aug 15, 2015 19:18:14 GMT -5
Name: Wyr'ren Rimrald
Race: Zelosian
Age: 18
Birthplace: Centax-II
Allegiance: Currently Himself, doesn't mind either side in the war
Status: N/A
Rank: N/A
Height/Weight: 5'8"/172lbs
Appearance: Built short and stocky the young Zelosian has emerald green eyes like his entire species, Dark brown hair with an undercut style he is scar free and clean of cut overall. He has a near human white male complexion, reminiscent of the humans on Coruscant and when he smiles his left front canine is made of gold, obtaining it after a female Mirialan told him "It would look sexy". When he walks he has a naturally short stride but carries himself with an air of 'You can't tell me i'm on fire if i'm on fire'(ie totally full of himself, most peoples input go in one ear and out the other); If one was to watch him he seems to always be thinking, absent unless engaged in conversation but he always has an absent smile on his face, no reason just a happy person. He normally would be seen in his combat boots, a pair of khaki colored pants (any style) and a loose fitting t-shirt. But when the occasion calls for a dressed up appearance he does it well. Sporting a fitted pair of slacks, a polished pair of wingtip boots with a shirt and tie, and if it isn't too hot a light sweater over top.
Personality: A very social and easy going young man, he does not drink although alcohol does not effect his species, he enjoys caff and a nice cigar whenever it is available. Although usually level headed he can easily be clouded with emotion and is quick to anger if he is discredited for his size or age. He is trusting until given a reason not to be, and absolutely despises slavery and all that participate in the act, the idea of sentient species being traded and used doesn't sit well with him, he feels everyone has a level of dignity that should not be stepped on. That being said he does not feel as if he would put his neck on the line to help them, he has heard what happens to those who try to help slaves; and it isn't his cup of tea to lose his head. Nothing really gets under his skin as much as hutts, they are glutenous, slimy, and slavers. He would thoroughly enjoy blasting every one he comes across and although he has never shot anyone he can't explain it but he feels as if he could end a whole dozen hutts and not think twice about it. Big risks for a big reward don't phase the young man, he often finds himself going all in on a hand of pazaak without feeling his odds out, he is more foolhardy than sensible in that respect.
Ships/Vehicles: Rendaran-class assault shuttle, in total shambles and non-flying condition (Painted white with a thick octane blue stripe running the length of the ship and no weapon systems, totally stolen.)
Equipment:
A set of republic issued combat boots cut to be like shoes, a fitted pair of coyote brown pants with a knee pad sewn onto the left leg. A grey t-shirt and a large backpack with three extra pouches sewn onto it. A light brown Nexu leather shoulder holster that loops into his belt; He figures if he is going to be a criminal he should be dressed for the occasion, ready for a gunfight or to haul some loot. Albeit he has never even used his weapons or wishes to he feels if he looks the part people will take him as the kind to not be messed with.
- STP-33 Machine Pistol (Magazine removed to fit shoulder holster, has to be loaded when he draws the weapon)
- 6-inch Ryyk Blade
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Melee Weapons - Novice
Blaster Weapons - Adept
Unarmed Combat (fisticuffs) - Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Ship Piloting (1-5 man crew) - Novice
Golden Tongue (Deception, Lying, Deceit, Barter, Flirtation) - Adept
Biography:
Childhood (8-16)
Rimrald now marooned on Orvax-IV lives in a hostile near the space port, finding odd jobs and stealing from the passing merchants when the opportunity arises in an attempt to gather the funds to repair his ship. Hopes and dreams flourish with hard work. He figures he already has the tough guy look, time to learn the ropes. He set off to poke his nose into the organized crime on this world. Just by looking you can find it, slave trade is sanctioned by the crime families who run the ports.
Rimrald found himself playing Pazaak one afternoon at the corner bar, himself and one other player as a small group of Rodians wandered in. The trio sat at the table with him, bought in for some chips and simply began carrying on about their latest run like crime wasn't even crime. Glorified with the story Rimrald stayed and listened until they noticed the small man. Quickly trying to relate to the men Rimrald found himself twisting a tale about how he ended up marooned on Orvax-IV, his tale of stealing from a small merc band and how he obtained his weapon (Truly he bought it back on Centax-II) he told them of how he beat the snot out of some humans passing through the market place because 'he liked the way it looked'. The trio had their doubts but decided to tell of their last run after sharing a look between each other one spoke in Rodese and the three shared a laugh and told him the rest of the story, stealing a ship from the space port just down the street. Selling off the slaves and buying a brand new set of swoops with it. Rimrald enthused with the story peeked out the window a the three gleaming new swoop bikes. "These idiots will talk about a score with anyone sitting around them it seems" He thought. "If im going to get the attention of a crime family i've got to leave a mark some how" He quickly stood as the men turned to order a round of drinks and wandered outside, looking the swoops over he shook his head as if thinking "This isn't going to end well". Quickly kicking over one swoop and shooting the exposed engine block of the second one he hoped onto the third and sped off. Turning his head back once he heard a flurry of curses in Rodese and couldn't help but let the smile creep over his face in a feeling of accomplishment.
After selling the swoop to a used-speeder sales man he found himself sitting on a few thousand credits to put toward parts for his ship.. Now missing a mechanic and a number of thruster components and electronical fittings for his ship he awaits another oppourtunity. But little does he know the eyes of the criminal system are upon him, and his next job may net him an in with one of the Rodian crime families operating on Orvax..
Roleplay Sample:
(Example as follows)
Rimrald looked toward the sky as the sun poked through his rooms window, leaning on the windowsill he watched the speeder lanes as the seemingly endless number of ships hustled and bustled to and fro. He moved to the other side of the small room, only his bed a desk and chair, a small rug at the foot of the door and a dresser. Rimrald put a shirt on and grabbed his bag saying to himself
"Gota make some money today.."
Rimrald then slid his carbine into the holster before hooking it into his belt and latching the metal clasp connecting it as it sat over the left side of his chest. He picked up a second t-shirt
and tied it around his neck like a western movie train robber.
As he stepped down the small flight of stairs onto the street watching as lines of slaves are marched past him, vendors heckle every passing person to buy the latest copy of "Star-ship monthly" or "Who's the hottest Rodian?"
Pushing past the crowded street corner Rimrald found himself looking at the large space port just as a small freighter's wings fold in on its downward approach.
"Now that looks like it could have something worth some credits in it.." He thought
Quickly waltzing into the space port, he tossed a small credit stick to the Rodian at the front door saying "Doing some shopping today Meeno, mind keeping the crew from the ship that just landed busy for a bit?"
Meeno chuckled and said "Sure can, just give me something nice if you find anything worth more than a pile of Nexu crap!"
Rimrald simply nodded and chuckled as he makes his way toward bay delta, watching as the two man crew escorted a set of five slaves down a separate hallway. Rimrald grimaced and thought "Won't feel bad taking from these scum anymore.. frakin slavers"
Rimrald scampered into the bay looking at the small ship he climbs onto the folded wing and pokes around briefly before grabbing a small pipe laying in a pile of tools next to an open vent, walking back to the ship, he approaches the rear door. Sealed shut, he grumbles with disappointment then hears loud foot steps, he dives behind a pillar quickly standing up he peaked around to see a set of workers punch in a code that opens the door, they proceed in and begin moving the large crates out of the ships rear.
"What kind of lucky timing is this?" Rimrald wonders
As the two workers exit the ship Rimrald tiptoed past the duo and onto the ship, quickly trying to identify the markings on any of the containers
"Hutt Cartel, naturally they have cargo and slaves together" He whispered aloud
Suddenly he heard a voice
"Hey who are you?" the worker said
Rimrald without batting an eye said "Co-pilot of this vessel, you must be the crew unloading?"
"Yes we are, didn't think anyone was still in the ship, sorry guy"
Rimrald let out a sigh of relief as the two men grabbed another crate and float it off on its gravity generator. He looks at the lock on the crate, "Needs a code, smashing it wont get me anywhere" He thinks. The two men return idly grabbing another crate, Rimrald said
"Hey you wouldn't happen to have the codes for the cargo off hand would you?"
"You don't need the codes, all they payed you to do was haul this stuff" The worker said with discontent
"Now get out of here before you get yourself into trouble"
Rimrald followed the two workers off of the ship, quickly raising the pipe and striking the man across the back of the head, knocking him down and out quickly. The second man panicked, and moves to run out the hangar door into the port. Rimrald draws his weapon saying
"Thats not a good idea friend, why dont you come over here with me."
"I uh, please dont shoot me!" The man begged
"Grab that datapad and open up that green crate for me, and i'll think about it" Rimrald was bluffing, he had never shot a man and didn't plan to
"Oh-ok you got it" The man stammers and quickly picks up the datapad, running into the back of the ship and punching in the code, the doors lock disengaged and the man opened it.
(Can post more, didn't want to give you guys a whole book!)
Race: Zelosian
Age: 18
Birthplace: Centax-II
Allegiance: Currently Himself, doesn't mind either side in the war
Status: N/A
Rank: N/A
Height/Weight: 5'8"/172lbs
Appearance: Built short and stocky the young Zelosian has emerald green eyes like his entire species, Dark brown hair with an undercut style he is scar free and clean of cut overall. He has a near human white male complexion, reminiscent of the humans on Coruscant and when he smiles his left front canine is made of gold, obtaining it after a female Mirialan told him "It would look sexy". When he walks he has a naturally short stride but carries himself with an air of 'You can't tell me i'm on fire if i'm on fire'(ie totally full of himself, most peoples input go in one ear and out the other); If one was to watch him he seems to always be thinking, absent unless engaged in conversation but he always has an absent smile on his face, no reason just a happy person. He normally would be seen in his combat boots, a pair of khaki colored pants (any style) and a loose fitting t-shirt. But when the occasion calls for a dressed up appearance he does it well. Sporting a fitted pair of slacks, a polished pair of wingtip boots with a shirt and tie, and if it isn't too hot a light sweater over top.
Personality: A very social and easy going young man, he does not drink although alcohol does not effect his species, he enjoys caff and a nice cigar whenever it is available. Although usually level headed he can easily be clouded with emotion and is quick to anger if he is discredited for his size or age. He is trusting until given a reason not to be, and absolutely despises slavery and all that participate in the act, the idea of sentient species being traded and used doesn't sit well with him, he feels everyone has a level of dignity that should not be stepped on. That being said he does not feel as if he would put his neck on the line to help them, he has heard what happens to those who try to help slaves; and it isn't his cup of tea to lose his head. Nothing really gets under his skin as much as hutts, they are glutenous, slimy, and slavers. He would thoroughly enjoy blasting every one he comes across and although he has never shot anyone he can't explain it but he feels as if he could end a whole dozen hutts and not think twice about it. Big risks for a big reward don't phase the young man, he often finds himself going all in on a hand of pazaak without feeling his odds out, he is more foolhardy than sensible in that respect.
Ships/Vehicles: Rendaran-class assault shuttle, in total shambles and non-flying condition (Painted white with a thick octane blue stripe running the length of the ship and no weapon systems, totally stolen.)
Equipment:
A set of republic issued combat boots cut to be like shoes, a fitted pair of coyote brown pants with a knee pad sewn onto the left leg. A grey t-shirt and a large backpack with three extra pouches sewn onto it. A light brown Nexu leather shoulder holster that loops into his belt; He figures if he is going to be a criminal he should be dressed for the occasion, ready for a gunfight or to haul some loot. Albeit he has never even used his weapons or wishes to he feels if he looks the part people will take him as the kind to not be messed with.
- STP-33 Machine Pistol (Magazine removed to fit shoulder holster, has to be loaded when he draws the weapon)
- 6-inch Ryyk Blade
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Above Average
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Melee Weapons - Novice
Blaster Weapons - Adept
Unarmed Combat (fisticuffs) - Novice
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Ship Piloting (1-5 man crew) - Novice
Golden Tongue (Deception, Lying, Deceit, Barter, Flirtation) - Adept
Biography:
Early Years (4-8)
Rimralds first memory he can fathom is of he and his father watching the HNN report on current troop movements in the outer-rim and his mother coming in to join them on the couch, the three a happy little family for the time. But Hondor was always either on Coruscant where he was stationed, although able to be home for dinner when his duty was through it was usually Rimrald and Amantha during the days or playing with the neighbors be it stick ball, soldiers and prisoners. Rimralds's father was a 19D, cavalry scout in the army and his unit found themselves always training as they were an intrugal part of the fighting force, so often Rimrald would miss weekends with his father.
But for a year training was relaxed and Hondor had more time to spend with his family, he and Rimrald would wait for Amantha to go out for groceries and set up old bottles on crates and set Hondor's blaster to stun, seeing how many of them Rimrald could hit as his father mentored him on accuracy, breath control, trigger squeeze and such. But that only lasted for a short while as training ramped back up for his father unit and eventually the tragedy befell the family when Hondor was killed on Coruscant. Hondor, his father was a career republic soldier. Fighting faithfully until he was killed in action on Coruscant. A fuel line in the under-city ruptured and fires were raging through multiple city blocks. The army was mobilized to help with evacuation efforts and his father platoon was sent to evacuate an apartment complex where they met their demise. For a group of black sun mercenaries had began looting the recently abandoned buildings and did not take kindly to the military putting a stop to it.
At the age of eight Rimrald was fatherless and living on a moon, he did not see much in the way of good fortune. He found himself feeling down more than usual, not really having any desire to go out and play with his friends anymore, his grades slipped and for the first few months after his father passed he would find himself up all night asking himself why; as if he could have effected the outcome. Up until around the age of fourteen Rimrald had a tough time connecting with peers and seemed devoid of emotion, but one day he found a small crate of his father belongings, presumably hidden in hopes to give to Rimrald when he turned a certain age in it he found a few of his fathers military awards, some old pictures of Rimrald as a baby with his mother and father. After finding those he felt as if he had a piece of his father no one else did, even though he was gone Rimrald felt he was still around just for him.
But for a year training was relaxed and Hondor had more time to spend with his family, he and Rimrald would wait for Amantha to go out for groceries and set up old bottles on crates and set Hondor's blaster to stun, seeing how many of them Rimrald could hit as his father mentored him on accuracy, breath control, trigger squeeze and such. But that only lasted for a short while as training ramped back up for his father unit and eventually the tragedy befell the family when Hondor was killed on Coruscant. Hondor, his father was a career republic soldier. Fighting faithfully until he was killed in action on Coruscant. A fuel line in the under-city ruptured and fires were raging through multiple city blocks. The army was mobilized to help with evacuation efforts and his father platoon was sent to evacuate an apartment complex where they met their demise. For a group of black sun mercenaries had began looting the recently abandoned buildings and did not take kindly to the military putting a stop to it.
At the age of eight Rimrald was fatherless and living on a moon, he did not see much in the way of good fortune. He found himself feeling down more than usual, not really having any desire to go out and play with his friends anymore, his grades slipped and for the first few months after his father passed he would find himself up all night asking himself why; as if he could have effected the outcome. Up until around the age of fourteen Rimrald had a tough time connecting with peers and seemed devoid of emotion, but one day he found a small crate of his father belongings, presumably hidden in hopes to give to Rimrald when he turned a certain age in it he found a few of his fathers military awards, some old pictures of Rimrald as a baby with his mother and father. After finding those he felt as if he had a piece of his father no one else did, even though he was gone Rimrald felt he was still around just for him.
Childhood (8-16)
Despite his fathers loss Rimrald has fond memories of middle school, his first real encounter with crime during his final year of schooling when a group of older boys decided they would steal a speeder from a used speeder lot, they needed a lookout and they pegged Rimrald as just the right person. Small innocent and knowledgeable, he would be perfect and they promised him some credits in exchange. Rimrald figured it would be just like the HNN reports of bands of criminals stealing cargo so he agreed to stand watch for the older boys as the messed with the wiring to jump start the large luxurious land speeder that was horribly outdated but for them it was new and cool.
During high school, participating in the military cadet program, he found structure and discipline to be a useful set of skills to understand to utilize in the criminal world. Participating with the marksmanship team he competed with the other schools on Coruscants three other moons, usually placing among the top three his sergeant always remarked him as a "Natural leader in the scores and the squad room" which was true, always volunteering to lead the group of cadets in exercises be it figuring out how to run an obstacle course in the allotted time; or planing the mock patrol with the platoon of troops given to him. But when the days were through he returned home to his mother every night, he didn't have a strong relationship with her, he always felt after his father died she was distant and as if she was a room mate more that a mother; Amantha who did her best to raise the young man in his fathers absence.
At the age of Sixteen Rimralds childhood friend Makeil got him to buy in on a large shipment of 'Rancor Testosterone' pills, a legal muscle builder that Mak promised Rimrald they would sell like spice to a junkie. After spending months in front of a set of computers Mak and Rimrald offloaded the pills and had some money in their pockets for the first time. Naturally they went down to Coruscant and blew it with in a week. Rimrald with a new gambling habit and a borrowed Ryyk blade from a large smelly wookie who was too drunk to notice its missing. Mak had found himself into a second shipment of the Rancor pills but ended up losing them over a hand of Pazaak after going all in against a Hutt.
So the two, broke again returned to Centax-II where they found jobs working at the shipping yard near their town. There he met his first love, and still the only girl he feels he has loved, a human his own age Named Layla, he spent a year and a half by her side. Meeting through Mak he found himself clicking with the young woman almost instantly he felt the relationship just flowed, it didn't require any immense amount of effort and it was fun, the two enjoyed their time together and grew very close, until Layla got accepted to one of the universities on Coruscant and was moving away. Rimrald applied but didn't make the cutting floor and the two broke up after a large argument about how to make the relationship work being planets apart.
During high school, participating in the military cadet program, he found structure and discipline to be a useful set of skills to understand to utilize in the criminal world. Participating with the marksmanship team he competed with the other schools on Coruscants three other moons, usually placing among the top three his sergeant always remarked him as a "Natural leader in the scores and the squad room" which was true, always volunteering to lead the group of cadets in exercises be it figuring out how to run an obstacle course in the allotted time; or planing the mock patrol with the platoon of troops given to him. But when the days were through he returned home to his mother every night, he didn't have a strong relationship with her, he always felt after his father died she was distant and as if she was a room mate more that a mother; Amantha who did her best to raise the young man in his fathers absence.
At the age of Sixteen Rimralds childhood friend Makeil got him to buy in on a large shipment of 'Rancor Testosterone' pills, a legal muscle builder that Mak promised Rimrald they would sell like spice to a junkie. After spending months in front of a set of computers Mak and Rimrald offloaded the pills and had some money in their pockets for the first time. Naturally they went down to Coruscant and blew it with in a week. Rimrald with a new gambling habit and a borrowed Ryyk blade from a large smelly wookie who was too drunk to notice its missing. Mak had found himself into a second shipment of the Rancor pills but ended up losing them over a hand of Pazaak after going all in against a Hutt.
So the two, broke again returned to Centax-II where they found jobs working at the shipping yard near their town. There he met his first love, and still the only girl he feels he has loved, a human his own age Named Layla, he spent a year and a half by her side. Meeting through Mak he found himself clicking with the young woman almost instantly he felt the relationship just flowed, it didn't require any immense amount of effort and it was fun, the two enjoyed their time together and grew very close, until Layla got accepted to one of the universities on Coruscant and was moving away. Rimrald applied but didn't make the cutting floor and the two broke up after a large argument about how to make the relationship work being planets apart.
Early Adulthood (16-18)
After a week of flying Rimrald found himself on an orbital refueling station above Orvax-IV. Its large city-scape reminded him of Coruscant so he went planet side to see if this may be the planet that held his dreams. Upon finding a space port and checking his ship in he set out to the streets to explore. Only to return to his ship having been vandalized and partially stripped of parts. Now working at the "Little Rodia Warehouse" Rimrald and Mak spent the next two years stacking crates, fueling ships, transferring cargo, and hating their jobs. At the first opportunity when Mak turned 18 he bought a seat on a ship bound for Nar Shadaa with some talk of "Making it big in the casinos".
After a few months Rimrald got word Mak got into a bad spot with some Hutt and ended up being sold into slavery, Rimrald has not heard of his where abouts since. Upon turning 18 Rimrald showed up to work like any other day, but little did he know today was his lucky day. After years of reading HNN articles about the criminal elements and their latest daring raid, or the booming spice market, the smuggling of weapons and its impact on the rise of planetary rebellions in the last 10 years. A Rendaran shuttle landed in his bay, painted white with a large blue stripe going the length of the ship, noticeably missing its weapon systems, a skittish one eyed rodian stepped out and onto the platform asking if Rimrald knew anyone in the market for a shuttle. Rimrald quickly asked how much the man wanted for it, after hearing the absurd number Rimrald inquired why he shouldn't report the obviously stolen craft to the local garrison. Which quickly prompted the number to drop from 20,000 credits to 5,000. Then after Rimrald said "Do you take me for a moron, I know that thing had weapons on it.." The price his 3,000 credits. Rimrald promptly bought the craft and packed his bags. Loaded up and took off without saying goodbye to even his mother.
Finally his chance to breakout and chase his dream of joining the realm of organized crime; heading for the outer-rim where it is rumored to be the most lawless territory, in hopes of finding one of the Rodian clans to join up with an outfit, for he swore he would kill any hutt he crossed after hearing Mak was a slave. He felt his opportunity was now in his grasp
After a few months Rimrald got word Mak got into a bad spot with some Hutt and ended up being sold into slavery, Rimrald has not heard of his where abouts since. Upon turning 18 Rimrald showed up to work like any other day, but little did he know today was his lucky day. After years of reading HNN articles about the criminal elements and their latest daring raid, or the booming spice market, the smuggling of weapons and its impact on the rise of planetary rebellions in the last 10 years. A Rendaran shuttle landed in his bay, painted white with a large blue stripe going the length of the ship, noticeably missing its weapon systems, a skittish one eyed rodian stepped out and onto the platform asking if Rimrald knew anyone in the market for a shuttle. Rimrald quickly asked how much the man wanted for it, after hearing the absurd number Rimrald inquired why he shouldn't report the obviously stolen craft to the local garrison. Which quickly prompted the number to drop from 20,000 credits to 5,000. Then after Rimrald said "Do you take me for a moron, I know that thing had weapons on it.." The price his 3,000 credits. Rimrald promptly bought the craft and packed his bags. Loaded up and took off without saying goodbye to even his mother.
Finally his chance to breakout and chase his dream of joining the realm of organized crime; heading for the outer-rim where it is rumored to be the most lawless territory, in hopes of finding one of the Rodian clans to join up with an outfit, for he swore he would kill any hutt he crossed after hearing Mak was a slave. He felt his opportunity was now in his grasp
Rimrald now marooned on Orvax-IV lives in a hostile near the space port, finding odd jobs and stealing from the passing merchants when the opportunity arises in an attempt to gather the funds to repair his ship. Hopes and dreams flourish with hard work. He figures he already has the tough guy look, time to learn the ropes. He set off to poke his nose into the organized crime on this world. Just by looking you can find it, slave trade is sanctioned by the crime families who run the ports.
Rimrald found himself playing Pazaak one afternoon at the corner bar, himself and one other player as a small group of Rodians wandered in. The trio sat at the table with him, bought in for some chips and simply began carrying on about their latest run like crime wasn't even crime. Glorified with the story Rimrald stayed and listened until they noticed the small man. Quickly trying to relate to the men Rimrald found himself twisting a tale about how he ended up marooned on Orvax-IV, his tale of stealing from a small merc band and how he obtained his weapon (Truly he bought it back on Centax-II) he told them of how he beat the snot out of some humans passing through the market place because 'he liked the way it looked'. The trio had their doubts but decided to tell of their last run after sharing a look between each other one spoke in Rodese and the three shared a laugh and told him the rest of the story, stealing a ship from the space port just down the street. Selling off the slaves and buying a brand new set of swoops with it. Rimrald enthused with the story peeked out the window a the three gleaming new swoop bikes. "These idiots will talk about a score with anyone sitting around them it seems" He thought. "If im going to get the attention of a crime family i've got to leave a mark some how" He quickly stood as the men turned to order a round of drinks and wandered outside, looking the swoops over he shook his head as if thinking "This isn't going to end well". Quickly kicking over one swoop and shooting the exposed engine block of the second one he hoped onto the third and sped off. Turning his head back once he heard a flurry of curses in Rodese and couldn't help but let the smile creep over his face in a feeling of accomplishment.
After selling the swoop to a used-speeder sales man he found himself sitting on a few thousand credits to put toward parts for his ship.. Now missing a mechanic and a number of thruster components and electronical fittings for his ship he awaits another oppourtunity. But little does he know the eyes of the criminal system are upon him, and his next job may net him an in with one of the Rodian crime families operating on Orvax..
Roleplay Sample:
(Example as follows)
Rimrald looked toward the sky as the sun poked through his rooms window, leaning on the windowsill he watched the speeder lanes as the seemingly endless number of ships hustled and bustled to and fro. He moved to the other side of the small room, only his bed a desk and chair, a small rug at the foot of the door and a dresser. Rimrald put a shirt on and grabbed his bag saying to himself
"Gota make some money today.."
Rimrald then slid his carbine into the holster before hooking it into his belt and latching the metal clasp connecting it as it sat over the left side of his chest. He picked up a second t-shirt
and tied it around his neck like a western movie train robber.
As he stepped down the small flight of stairs onto the street watching as lines of slaves are marched past him, vendors heckle every passing person to buy the latest copy of "Star-ship monthly" or "Who's the hottest Rodian?"
Pushing past the crowded street corner Rimrald found himself looking at the large space port just as a small freighter's wings fold in on its downward approach.
"Now that looks like it could have something worth some credits in it.." He thought
Quickly waltzing into the space port, he tossed a small credit stick to the Rodian at the front door saying "Doing some shopping today Meeno, mind keeping the crew from the ship that just landed busy for a bit?"
Meeno chuckled and said "Sure can, just give me something nice if you find anything worth more than a pile of Nexu crap!"
Rimrald simply nodded and chuckled as he makes his way toward bay delta, watching as the two man crew escorted a set of five slaves down a separate hallway. Rimrald grimaced and thought "Won't feel bad taking from these scum anymore.. frakin slavers"
Rimrald scampered into the bay looking at the small ship he climbs onto the folded wing and pokes around briefly before grabbing a small pipe laying in a pile of tools next to an open vent, walking back to the ship, he approaches the rear door. Sealed shut, he grumbles with disappointment then hears loud foot steps, he dives behind a pillar quickly standing up he peaked around to see a set of workers punch in a code that opens the door, they proceed in and begin moving the large crates out of the ships rear.
"What kind of lucky timing is this?" Rimrald wonders
As the two workers exit the ship Rimrald tiptoed past the duo and onto the ship, quickly trying to identify the markings on any of the containers
"Hutt Cartel, naturally they have cargo and slaves together" He whispered aloud
Suddenly he heard a voice
"Hey who are you?" the worker said
Rimrald without batting an eye said "Co-pilot of this vessel, you must be the crew unloading?"
"Yes we are, didn't think anyone was still in the ship, sorry guy"
Rimrald let out a sigh of relief as the two men grabbed another crate and float it off on its gravity generator. He looks at the lock on the crate, "Needs a code, smashing it wont get me anywhere" He thinks. The two men return idly grabbing another crate, Rimrald said
"Hey you wouldn't happen to have the codes for the cargo off hand would you?"
"You don't need the codes, all they payed you to do was haul this stuff" The worker said with discontent
"Now get out of here before you get yourself into trouble"
Rimrald followed the two workers off of the ship, quickly raising the pipe and striking the man across the back of the head, knocking him down and out quickly. The second man panicked, and moves to run out the hangar door into the port. Rimrald draws his weapon saying
"Thats not a good idea friend, why dont you come over here with me."
"I uh, please dont shoot me!" The man begged
"Grab that datapad and open up that green crate for me, and i'll think about it" Rimrald was bluffing, he had never shot a man and didn't plan to
"Oh-ok you got it" The man stammers and quickly picks up the datapad, running into the back of the ship and punching in the code, the doors lock disengaged and the man opened it.
(Can post more, didn't want to give you guys a whole book!)
