infiltrator
In COLOR!
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Honor and Glory amongst the Ashes
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Padawan
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Sept 16, 2007 11:19:01 GMT -5
Post by infiltrator on Sept 16, 2007 11:19:01 GMT -5
Talgo had been searching for this Mugs for an hour. The bounty hunter turned and walked down an alley, only to find a corpse that matched Mugs' discription. Talgo spotted a salvager taking whatever the corpse had worth anything, pulled out a pistol, and aimed at the salvager.
"Ya know the name of that corpse?"
"Yeah! I-I do! Please don't shoot!", the salvager said, fear strucken.
"Tell me and I won't kill you. Run, and I'll gun you down so hard your ancestors will feel a sting.", Talgo threatened, enjoying the man's cowering and fear.
"Mugs! Its Mugs!"
"Good. Space off before I change my mind."
The man picked up his salvage and ran away. Talgo saw the salvager drop a worn datapad, an out of date version. The bounty hunter walked over and picked it up. The last entry read:
"Just got a task from a ku baz, find info about some sort of bounty on his friend. I found the bounty hunter's name is Talgo, under Garuuba the Hutt's employment. The hutt didn't put the bounty on this Ku Gonxa, but if the ku baz wants to know that, he'll have to pay extra. I'm going back to the ku baz now, and..."
The entry ends there. Talgo looked down and saw that blaster fire had likely killed Mugs. "Mugs, you were played for a fool.". Talgo kept the datapad and walked away.
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Achievements Unlocked: Paramore, Base Buster, Gunslinger, Tactical Assault, Survivor, Vacationist
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Sept 16, 2007 13:28:52 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Sept 16, 2007 13:28:52 GMT -5
((<claps> That was very good bro. That deserves a Karma))
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infiltrator
In COLOR!
270 posts
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Honor and Glory amongst the Ashes
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last online Jan 5, 2013 16:02:51 GMT -5
Padawan
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Sept 16, 2007 17:03:53 GMT -5
Post by infiltrator on Sept 16, 2007 17:03:53 GMT -5
((<claps> That was very good bro. That deserves a Karma)) (Thanks, I think I might finally be getting the hang of this)
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Jan 18, 2008 19:17:24 GMT -5
Post by niben on Jan 18, 2008 19:17:24 GMT -5
Okothi emerged from the cantina, looking around the streets. Where are the terminals? He started to walk around. after a few minutes, he decided to look in the starport. He walked into the starport. There were plenty of terminals there. Where is it..... He turned his head until he found it. Ah ha! There it is. He walked towards a news terminal and started to input a message.
Calling all musicians, dancers, and singers! Looking for something to do? Join a band! Get paid for what you do best! If you are interested, contact Okothi Starstrider.
After the message, he input his commlink contact information. He left the starport and went to the local garage. He grabbed his speeder and got inside of it. He gripped the controls and started towards the first exit out of Mos Eisley. He found it, and went through the gates.
He struggled to avoid rocks and bugs and stray rodents all over the place. When he finally got home, he let go of the controls, got out, and led the speeder to his garage. He went inside of his house. He set down his bag near a couch and sat down. He reached over to a table and took a datapad and a stylus. He started adding on to what he had written before.
He put the edge of his stylus on his cheek. They were song lyrics he had been writing for a few days. He was having trouble thinking of words to it. He sighed again and put his datapad down. He got up, walked to his bedroom, and walked to a nalargon in a circular space in the back of the room. He sat in the chair about 2 feet behind the nalargon and started to play.
He pushed the keys in another pattern. He kept on playing for a while, changing the rhythm every time he ended his pattern once. After every change, he would revert back to playing the previous pattern. After he finished his pattern again, he jumped up on the nalargon and started to play with his feet. (pretty much a SWG canon flourish. I dont wanna use flourish because I'm afraid I might use it the wrong way)
He kept on playing for a few hours and then stopped. He stood up, and walked back to his speeder. He went back to Mos Eisley, avoiding rocks, bugs, and stray rodents all the way. When he got there, he parked his speeder and entered the cantna.
Once he got back in the cantina, he did what he had done at home. He found a nalargon that no one was using, and sat down. He played his music the exact way he played it earlier.
((phew! the longest post I have ever posted! I feel real happy now.))
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Iota
You wouldn't like me without my coffee *hulk face*
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Sept 27, 2008 9:04:37 GMT -5
Post by Iota on Sept 27, 2008 9:04:37 GMT -5
Xavier walked down the hot streets of Tatooine, Not acustomed to the climate he found it difficult to wear his ubese style helmet and had no alternative but to take it off. His slicked back dark hair shined as the sun reflected off of it. "Should of worn something less tight" he thought to himself as he walked on.
A group of 6 thugs had started to follow Xavier until they had him in a quiet back alley.
"*grunt* hnnrrrr... chhhhaaarrr.. *grunt*." One of the thugs proclaimed. Xavier stopped in mid step and turned around slowly to look at these thugs.
"mya frienda here says you not be a Ubese!" said the other thug, he was a rodian and the incomprehendable buffon was indeed a Gammorean. "Wesa kills yous and takes yousa crediita!" Xavier raised his eyebrow as he was slightly entertained by these two, The other 4 thugs hung back and tried to look menacing in their own special way. Xavier raised his hand and extended his index finger and simply shook it.
"Wesa havesa you out numbered humaaannnaaa." Stated the over confident rodian.
"*Grunt* harrr..choooo...swooo..*Snort* *Grunt*" The Gammorean seemed to concur. Xavier was at this point in time looking at his surroundings and noticed a sign board above the four other grunts. He raised his hand in the direction of the board and motioned his hand at the other four. The Rodian and Gammorean in front of Xavier were in a state of confusion as they watched the sign fall from its fixture.
The other four hapless wannabe thugs in unison all seemed to gulp as they watched the sign fall as if in slow motion towards them, all struck by fear, their bodies refused to move. As the board crushed them in a split second all that was heard was a mix of thud and a sinister sound of a crunch. Xavier raised his eyebrow again as he looked back to the Rodian and Gammorean.
"*Grunt* hhaaakkaaa..pllarr!*Grunt* *Snort*" The Gammorean demanded.
"Mesa partner heresa demandsa yousa gives ups and hand oversa da creeediita!" The Rodian said in case any other dodgey signs fell from the sky. Xavier tilted his head as he looked to the Gammorean then waved his hand and spoke to him through the force.
"You want to use your battleaxe and decapitate your Rodian partner... he is weak and you deserve more." The Gammorean looked confused for a couple of seconds before reaching for his battle axe and turning to the Rodian.
"*Grunt* Hsskk...tarr...dwwonn...do! *Grunt Grunt*" Stated as he lunged for the rodian who died very shortly afterwards. The Gammorean turned to Xavier who had waved his hand again.
"You want to give me all your credits, then you want to attack the nearest group of the hutt's bounty hunters." Xavier commanded, the Gammorean helpless to do otherwise, handed all his credits to Xavier before walking away.
Xavier smiled as he heard a few gunshots in the distance before he headed for his ship.
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