Kiva
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Self-proclaimed Ninja Mistress... with cat ears...
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Post by Kiva on Apr 1, 2006 18:36:05 GMT -5
I think it's time y'all had some new material to work with, so here's my contribution. Now, my knowledge about the SW Universe isn't as advanced as some others here, so please be patient.
I haven't set this RP in any particular timeframe, so the first person to reply gets to name when this RP is set. (Ee.g. Episode 1, 2, 3, etc.)
Also, I encourage you to create new characters if you want. Sometimes it's hard to keep track of more than one RP featuring the same char; it can get confusing. If you like your char, then forget I said anything.
Rules for the RP: 1. No god-mode... (as if I really need to say that...) 2. No profanity, vulgar, or lewd language. Keep it clean, please. (P.S. Things like"$%#@" are fine...) 3. Don't nit-pick too much. As I said before, my knowledge is limited, so try to humor me in some areas.
That's about it. Not so bad, I think. As far as the plot goes, there's nothing set at the moment, since the timeframe hasn't been decided; but at the moment, y'all can focus on which side you think Yllona should join. Will the Jedi convince her to join the Light, or will the Dark Jedi sway her to the Shadows? After a timeframe is set, I'll add a more to the plot.
Enjoy!
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Kiva
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Self-proclaimed Ninja Mistress... with cat ears...
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Post by Kiva on Apr 1, 2006 18:37:27 GMT -5
Yllona was jolted awake as the passenger transport ship docked near Coruscant's lower levels. The trip had been long and arduous, but the 16 year old wasn't one to complain. Life was just one tough, life-or-death adventure for her.
Her unnatural bright-violet eyes quickly scanned the room she'd been assigned. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she sat up on her bunk and stretched, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and doing a physical check to make sure all her belongings were still on her person.
Not that she had much to steal, save for a vibroblade as a means of personal protection, some few electronic odds and ends she was forever fiddling with, and a silver cuff that lay comfortably on her wrist, but was too small to fit over her hand. The cuff-style bangle had writing inscribed on it, but Yllona had no idea what it meant.
The girl walked into the lavatory and stared at her reflection in the mirror a few moments. Her pale face was made even lighter by her close cropped, milk-white hair with a violet streak just off the center-line of her scalp that perfectly matched the shade of her eyes. She wore a second-skin black tanktop and charcoal gray cargo pants with a pair of heavy-duty calf-high lace-up boots. She shrugged into a leathery ankle length coat with tears in the hem and made her way toward the landing ramp.
Just before disembarking, the ship's captain grabbed her arm. The burly man held her arm tightly. “Where'dya think yer goin' missy? You still owe me payment for this trip, ya know.”
Yllona looked up at the man, focusing her gaze on his. “I don't need to pay for this trip,” she said, persuasively. The man's eyes glazed somewhat.
“You don't need to pay for this trip,” he repeated, dully.
“You never saw me before and I was never on your ship.”
“Sorry, I have no idea who you are, but what are you doing on my ship?” the man asked, still stupefied.
Grinning mischievously, Yllona strode down the ramp, exuding confidence. She made her way to a nearby cantina and entered. The building was just the sort of place that suited her, and she made her way to the bar. The tender looked at her suspiciously a moment before approaching.
“How old are you, kid?”
Yllona arched an eyebrow. “Old enough to handle whatever dishwater you serve here, pal.”
The tender 'humphed' and signaled to a couple of droid bouncers who were keeping an eye on the place. They made their way over and stood, one on either side of Yllona.
“A problem here?” one queried.
Yllona was royally ticked. Her anger grew exponentially, yet she remained in total control of her senses. The angrier she became, the more focused she felt. “Yeah, there's a problem. But one that's easily fixed...” She whirled around and slammed her fist into the face of one droid, the unusually strong force sending it flying back into the wall. The other droid tried to grab her, but she whipped out the mid-sized vibroblade and cut neatly into it's armor plates, severing the main powerline. The powerless droid slumped to the ground in a heap and the other patrons looked on in barely contained horror.
The unwittingly Force-sensitive girl glared back at them, violet eyes flashing, not with rage, but with... frustration. After staring them all down, Yllona left without a word. She'd need to find a place to stay for the night. Instinctively, she knew that the lower mid-levels of Coruscant were no place to be wandering about alone. Even though it was a foolhardy individual who dared to cross Yllona's path, she wasn't invincible. Shoving her hands deep in her pockets, she set out into the waxing shadows.
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Dakota
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Post by Dakota on Apr 1, 2006 22:00:50 GMT -5
Cool How about after episode 6? the new republic is starting and Jedi are coming back
I'll come up with a character later
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Post by Christopher on Apr 2, 2006 1:15:17 GMT -5
(The time is after episode 6)
The sun was starting to set on the city of Coruscant--on this side of the planet at any rate. The upper level crowds were beginning to disperse, close up for the night, and retreat to their homes to rejuvenate for another day. The lower levels, however, where a different story. The crowds and traffic were an omnipresent force. Day or night, there was always something exciting happening in the lower districts.
This evening, the dark figure of a man prowled the streets of the slums. The man donned a black cloak that hid his body, and made him look more like a shadow than a man. The hood of the cloak cast a dark shadow over his face, making it impossible to tell the man's facial features. The only thing anyone could actually tell about his physical characteristics was that he was slender and around 6.5 ft tall. Simply looking at him, he would come off as weak, but a dark and powerful aura pervaded him, and many citizens shied away from him--most of which would unwittingly would step out of his way.
The mysterious figured stopped in front of a cantina; something had grabbed his interest. He could sense something within the walls of the dingy cantina. Someone was tapping into the force. Whoever it was, they were unfocused, and were letting their emotions go unchecked--a dangerous combination for anyone sensitive to the force. The shadow of a man was intrigued by it, and it showed, as he stood across the street, facing the cantina. Although unfocused, he could sense the user was strongly connected with the force, and had potential.
After what sounded to be a brief brawl, a young girl walked out of the entrance, nonchalantly, as if nothing ever happened. Whatever dark deeds were on the cloaked man's agenda, they could wait until a further date. For now, he wanted to confront this young woman, and have a word with her. He followed her into a vacant alley.
Yllona shivered, when a sudden and brief chill passed over her. She was filled with a sudden dread, and uneasiness. Something deep within her told her that she was not alone. Instinctively, she looked behind her, and there stood the hooded figure.
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SilvanoshiS
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flightless and loving it
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Post by SilvanoshiS on Apr 2, 2006 2:05:18 GMT -5
Jacob hadn’t seen action in over a month, he was getting restless. “I’m not meant for this work,” Jacob sighed as he pushed away from his desk for a much needed break. He liked the action and thrill he got from bounty hunting and smuggling, but it had been a slow time for the Mandalorians. No one had decided to cross them, and the only cargo needing smuggling “was beneath his abilities.” He decided to walk to his ship, Misfortune’s Mistress. She was almost as old as he was, but Jacob kept her outfitted with the latest technology. As he settled into the cockpit chair and began preflight, he was interrupted by his comm.
“Sir, we have a situation in the bar,” said Rolf, the bartender at The Twisted Pistol, a bar owned by the Mandalorians and managed by Jacob. “What is it Rolf?” Jacob rolled his eyes and shut down the ship, heading towards the bar thinking another drunken scuffle broke out. “A woman came in here, couldn’t have been older than 19. She tried to order, but I wouldn’t let her, and the bouncer-bots came to escort her out, and she destroyed both.” Rolf sounded panicked. This wasn’t unusual for him, but it was unnerving to hear him like this. “What do you mean destroyed?” “I mean she hit – HIT one and sent it flying across the room and then pulled a vibroblade on the other and sliced it in half. I think she was sent to make trouble.” Upon hearing this, Jacob began racing through the streets toward the Pistol, this was not good. “Where is she now?” “She… She just walked out. Took a drink and walked out.” Rolf was stumbling over his words, and Jacob began to speed up.
He ran past the Pistol reaching out with the Force to sense anyone nearby that could have done this. “Finally,” Jacob thought, “My former companions training, however limited, is being put to good use.” He rarely thought of Obi Wan and Iric, that had been so long ago, almost another world. He had, in that time seen the fall of two major government bodies, the rise of two governments, and had worked for all of them. It kept him busy and away from thoughts of the deaths of the only people he had held close.
He felt it, in an alleyway, a force sensitive. He ran toward her, blaster in hand, slowing down to hide behind the corner of the alley and peered around.
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Kiva
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Self-proclaimed Ninja Mistress... with cat ears...
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Post by Kiva on Apr 2, 2006 6:25:28 GMT -5
(OOC: Yay! People replied! I'm so happy! Uh oh, looks like the shadows got to Yllona first... How will the Jedi-ish people react?)
Yllona paused, her instincts going crazy. Turning her head to peer over her shoulder, she caught sight of the imposing figure. Her eyes narrowed, focusing like a telescope on the man who stood about 9 inches above her.
The height wasn't an issue. She'd dealt with creatures that were nearly 3 times her size and height, and she was still standing here. No... it was something else. Something she couldn't quite get a grasp on. An aura... a miasma of power that both intrigued Yllona's unfocused senses, and sent a twinge of fear through her.
The man seemed to sense her discomfort and chuckled. “Relax, I only wish to talk.”
Yllona arched an eyebrow. “I've heard that line before, buddy. Try some new material on a girl who actually cares.”
The man stiffened under the insult. “You would be wise not to provoke that which you know nothing about,” he warned.
Yllona shrugged, maintaining bravado. If she was getting his dander up just by a simple insult, so much the better. As long as she didn't lose emotional control, she was a match for anyone. “Go chase yourself,” she replied, nonchalantly. Turning, she continued back down the alleyway. Beneath the folds of her coat, she surreptitiously gripped the vibroblade's handle. She wasn't stupid enough dismiss him altogether, but hoped he got the hint that she wasn't one to trifle with.
As she continued her trek, she sensed something. A tendril of thought that touched her mind. Someone else was watching, looking for her. A flicker of fear crossed her mind as her heart began to beat faster. Standing between a shadowy figure exuding a menacing darkness, and another mysterious presence that refused to show itself, Yllona was trapped in the growing shadows of the setting sun.
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Katrina Rix
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Del pasado al presente, vivimos en un universo encantado.
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Post by Katrina Rix on Apr 2, 2006 13:43:33 GMT -5
Cudearga was huge and muscular for a female wookie. Her pelt was mostly dark brown, shading to black, but she had a few cinnamony highlights. Her black mane was gathered back in a series of beaded dreadlocks. All of the beads were red and gold. She radiated calm - not of the placid or complacent, but rather a cold sort of competence. She was unarmed, if you could ever call someone capable of ripping the arms off a person with minimal exertion unarmed. She sipped at her drink, then looked up. A second later, one of the bouncer droids came flying into the wall to the left of her head. Cudearga sighed.
The wookie female was seated in the corner and nursing a strong black tea spiked with a heavy liquor. She watched the girl child leave. Her lips furled casually, exposing canines the size of a human's finger. She unfolded herself leisurely and stretched, the dreadlocks clacking together. Her arms spanned more than two meters. Her movements seemed sleepy and slow, but anyone who watched carefully would be able to tell that not a movement was wasted. She dropped a couple of credits on the bar, downed the rest of her drink in a gulp, and collected her weapons bandoleer at the door. Hmm... Blaster carbine - it was fine. Bowcaster - ah. Her personalized weapon was decorated with bits of feather and bone, and, as always, red beads. She treasured the bowcaster as a reminder of her home. The trees of Kashyyyk were so far away. She ran her fingers over it. There was no undue haste in her movements. Next, she checked the pouches. All of her varying grenades and explosives were in their proper place. Her extra power cells and ammo clips were just as she had left them. Her vibrodirk was undisturbed. Her holdout blaster pistol looked fine. After that, she checked her favorite weapon. The exterior made from the femur of one of Kashyyyk's larger beasts. It fit nicely inside her hand, a spiraling black and red pattern engraved with ink spiraling around the white surface. Several red beads dangled, tied around it with a bright blue cloth. Metal, died black and red, capped both sides of the device, and there were several buttons that the hollow bone had been cut away to expose. The last thing she checked was her datapad. While no wookie could speak Basic, the device had been modified to translate for her. She buckled on her bandoleer and shrugged her variety of weapons into place. Cudearga was a walking armory, even if you discounted wookie strength and those teeth.
Cudearga sniffed the air. Her lips uncurled, this time in a more feral snarl. Then, the huge female wookie began to move. Wookies were naturally adapt at climbing, and her powerful muscles made the side of the bar an easy obstacle. She followed the wall above the alley, keeping to the shadows. Her people were both predator and prey on their home planet, and Cudearga was skilled at remaining unseen. There was a man, an older one, and he was looking around the corner of the alley. The dark-furred wookie saw the blaster, and reminded herself not to forget him. Not a bead clacked in her mane as she moved silently. She had been trained long and well in the way of a predator and a warrior. Her harsh homeworld, her capture by slavers, her escape... And the rest of it. She sometimes worked as a body guard, though less and less these days. Now, she usually had more important things to do then make a couple of credits for looking big and toothy.
Today had been supposed to be a day off, but Cudearga was not any good at "days off". Such trouble was an open invitation to her. Her air of calm was suddenly more focused when she got a look at the second man. Her eyes narrowed, and she inched forward. Her hand crept down to her blaster pistol. Her lips furled back again as she scented the air. What her senses told her about the tableau was interesting, but troubling. Cudearga decided, impulsively, that she would watch over this girl child for a little while. It was time to play the bodyguard again.
((FYI - Cudearga does leave a nice "ripple" in the Force - pretty centered. However, she's hiding it right now, being in stealth mode and all, so, unless your character is looking, they probably won't notice her.))
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Post by Christopher on Apr 2, 2006 21:47:06 GMT -5
The shadowy figure chuckled at the young lady before him. The eerie chuckled sent a shiver down the spines of Yllona and the eavesdroppers. He was impressed with the youth's bravery, she was intimidated--there was no hiding it--but she showed courage by tying to insult him. He wasn't the type to respond to something as low that; his offense was merely an act for her benefit...and the two listening.
He was fully aware of them. They couldn’t hide it from him; he could sense the ripples they made in the force. Although, one was well hidden, and most force sensitive would never notice it--and would have a hard time finding it even if they were looking for it--but there was no hiding it from the cloaked man's 'sight'. The other aura was not so well hidden, and was more concentrated. For a brief moment, then hooded one was uneasy, since it felt familiar. However, he chose to ignore the interlopers for now, they have not stepped in his way, yet. He began to stroll towards Yllona, not intimidated by her words.
"You're quite a spirited one...and courageous, I like that." his voice was unsettling “I sense the force is strong within you…albeit unfocused. I could help you concentrate the energy that flows through you, and make you more powerful than you can imagine.”
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Dakota
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Post by Dakota on Apr 3, 2006 11:42:55 GMT -5
Japoka stood in the shadows of an alley way. The young Twi'lek was walking through when he heard a crash and a young girl walked out of a cantina. She was followed by a man who stopped her and talked to her. He couldn't hear their conversation but she sounded scared. Then he saw a Wookie exit the cantina. It stood in the shadows at the other end of the alley. He couldn't tell but he thought he could see another person hidden too.
The whole scene looked like trouble. He kept his hand on his lightsaber in case things turned ugly. He also pulled out the "spare". The spare was an old blaster he kept for backup.
He inched forward so he could hear more
"And courageous, I like that."
"What is he talking about? I'll wait a bit more before I do anything."
He sensed the force very strong in the alley The question was, Who was good and who was bad.
((OOC: Everybodys in the ally! so who brought the chips and dip for our "alley party"? LOL))
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Katrina Rix
Apprentice
Del pasado al presente, vivimos en un universo encantado.
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Post by Katrina Rix on Apr 3, 2006 12:50:46 GMT -5
Cudearga recognized the other's scrutiny. He hissed and whispered with force energy - insidious, harsh, seductive, and hostile. She realized that she had been seen, and rumbled, deep in her chest. Her paw went from the blaster to the bone tube. An energy bolt would just be a waste of her time against this one, if he became overtly threatening. Cudearga realized her impulsive decision to guard the girl could turn dangerous. The massive wookie closed her eyes for a second and centered herself. She let the mask slip away, and revealed herself within the force. She did not flash with power, sharp and pointed, like that of the hooded man. Nor did she sparkle and stutter, like the untrained girl. Her power welled up out of her and flowed around her, like a fountain. Cudearga opened her eyes. She looked at the hooded man, appraising him. He seemed more experienced, and probably better trained, than she.
She could feel another focused, controlled presence suddenly. She thought it was one of the students from the Academy, but wasn't sure. The aura was young, and Cudearga's heart clenched. She wasn't sure she was a match for the hooded man. The boy would have no chance.
The man in the hood looked directly at her when she stopped hiding her aura, and the wookie couldn't suppress a shiver. "One of Skywalker's brats, eh?" he hissed.
"Once," she snarled back, the datapad repeating the words in Basic a step behind. "Not that it's any of your affair." She stepped forward on the roof, revealing her full height, and exposed her canines insolently. In the shadows, they flashed white against her face. "Speaking of minding our own buisness..." She looked at Yilona and smiled kindly. "You hassling the nice young lady? You talk about your way of using the Force and try to sell it like some shop keeper anxious to push a droid. More benefits than the competion's product, right?" She examined her claws casually. "Sign up now and you'll get a free lightsaber." If she drew his ire, then the boy and the girl would be safe. She hoped they had enough sense to run.
((I brought salsa! It might be worthwhile to read my character profile.))
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Dakota
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Post by Dakota on Apr 3, 2006 16:04:46 GMT -5
While the man was distracted Japoka steped out of the shadows and motioned for the girl to come.
"Don't worry i'm a Jedi" He wispered to her "We need to leave"
"Where to?" she asked "I don't have a place to stay"
"Anywhere but here"
But before they could leave she turned back to the hooded man
((Who brought the chocy?))
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Post by Christopher on Apr 3, 2006 17:41:55 GMT -5
((This is an out of Character post))
If it's no trouble, I'd like to suggest another rule, or at least request that:
Please be patient, and give everyone a chance to post before you all go and post again!
It was Kiva's or SilvanoshiS' turn to post! If everyone posts whenever they can, without waiting for somebody who hasn't gotten the chance to post yet, then the whole RP will get out of hand, and plots (we DO have a plot in motion here) will get ruined. It’s alright to do that if you’re interacting with another character in another place and trying to advance a subplot, but NOT when everyone is located in one spot.
I know you are all eager to Rp, but please be courteous to those that don’t have as much online time as you, thank you.
EDIT- Fortunately, Kiva has gotten everything back in line, so no big issue this time. Just watch it in the future, please and thank you
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Kiva
Apprentice
Self-proclaimed Ninja Mistress... with cat ears...
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Post by Kiva on Apr 3, 2006 18:26:17 GMT -5
(OOC: I agree with Chris. Give us busy people a chance to reply before you go dragging me everywhere. I said I'm lenient with my chars, but that doesn't always mean I'm tolerant. Thankfully, I don't have to rewrite my post. It fits.)
Yllona had just about had enough of this. Too many people in her opinion; and all of them interested in her. She wasn't worried about the others, but the man whom she'd encountered first unsettled her. She didn't know what it was about him, but something told her to leave him far behind her.
'Run!' her mind screamed to her feet, 'Run, curse you!'
Surprisingly, Yllona could not move her feet. They remained rooted to the permacrete as if she'd grown there like a tree. Something was holding her back. The man was doing something, holding her there, keeping her prisoner... NO![/b]
Inside her mind, something clicked. All her fear bled away, leaving behind naught but a stern fortitude. She was facing away from the cowled figure, but now radiated nothing but a serene calm. He was almost at her back now, when her sudden shift in power made him pause.
“Let me go,” she said, quietly and non-assertively.
The man could feel the touch of her mind on his. He doubted she even knew what she was doing, but it was strangely controlled in an unpracticed way. Her persuasion had no effect on his mind whatsoever, but that didn't mean he wasn't impressed by her tenacity. With almost no effort, he pushed her attempt aside and chortled.
“You still haven't answered my...”
In less time than it took to blink, his Force-honed instincts made him pull back just as her vibroblade passed by a hair's breadth from his nose. The action was as fluid and strong as liquid steel, his mind barely registered it. A reflexive flick of his wrist and a brief touch on the Force yanked the vibroblade from her grasp and sent it skittering away. Another flick of his wrist centered an invisible weight on her shoulders.
Knees buckling, she slumped to the ground; but managed to lock her elbows, bracing herself and grunting against the tremendous pressure he was exerting on her. She was breathing laboriously, almost gasping.
He crouched down in front of her and placed the fingertips of a gloved hand just under her chin. Lifting her face to his, she could see that she'd made a neat slash in the fabric on both sides of his hood with her vibroblade.
“That's not something I'd recommend trying to repeat,” he said, almost patronizingly. The expression on her face amused him. Sweat was beading on her brow, and running down the sides of her face in rivulets. The muscles of her arms and shoulders bunched and trembled with the strain of holding herself up. But the look in her eyes was intriguing. She gazed at him, not with fear or trepidation, but with barely contained wonder, awe, and even a bemused curiosity. Her breathing was ragged as she swallowed and tried to speak.
“Who...?” she gasped, “What are you?”
(OOC: Also, I may be having problemswith my laptop, so if I don't reply for a while, just be patient.)[/color]
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SilvanoshiS
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flightless and loving it
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Post by SilvanoshiS on Apr 3, 2006 19:01:22 GMT -5
Before the other two had time to react Jacob spun around the corner and trained his blaster on the Wookie and his "lightsaber" on the Twi'lek. "Freeze. You move, you die." Jacob could see the young girl being hurt by the hooded man, "good, saves me the trouble. I'll let him have her." Jacob thought and tried to communicate to the hooded figure that they should go. It was odd though, in the Force he felt a flicker of recognition for the man, but he shrugged it off as he turned on the lightsaber.
A green bolt appeared from the end which quickly expanded to a spiderweb-like pattern that landed on top of the Twi'lek, pinning him down. Even with the lightsaber the Twi'lek had was usless against the strands, and while non-lethal, they were incredibly hard to get out of. As for the Wookie, he had a translator that allowed him to challenge her in her own language. Knowing that Wookies were violently proud, he felt fairly sure she would defend her honor against this challenge.
He trained the blaster and saber hilt toward her.
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Post by Christopher on Apr 3, 2006 19:31:08 GMT -5
The hooded man paid no attention to the reckless beast, the foolish young jedi, or the familiar bounty hunter. He was still fully concentrated on the young lady that had obtained his interest.
He grinned to himself--it could not be seen through a scarf he wore to hide his face. He could sense it in her, he could see it in her eyes, she was intrigued by the powers he possessed.
"I'm afraid it's I am not available to talk in front of these...weaker force sensatives"
His thumb gently stroked her chin, before he stood up, and turned his back to Yllona, his cape swishing around behind him.
"If you wish to learn more about me, and maybe even learn that which I know...then follow me"
The dark figure strolled down the alleyway, towards the busy street. He paused halfway.
"Of course...if you're too scared, then by all means, you're welcome to stay behind, and remain as weak as you are now."
The dark figures departure was only witnessed by Yllona...everyone else was a little pre-occupied to notice him leave.
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