Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
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Act I
The Lethan Twi'lek flashed her piercing eyes about as she scrawled indiscernible markings on her arms, mapping out her plan of action in her own mysterious script. Alderaan was a nice place. She thought it a beautiful day at the beach as she observed the grazing nerfs in the valley below. However, now was not the time to dawdle. Making haste for Aldera's primary spaceport, the red one smiled giddily to herself and plowed through the crowds, her mind concentrating on memories of delicious bagels and blue milk from last week. They were still in stasis. She hoped they were alright.
Now entering the elegant architecture of the capital's spaceport, the mysterious woman skirted up to the droid-operated flight desk and gazed into the protocol unit's eyes for nearly ten minutes, oblivious to the agitations of the customers waiting behind her. (They eventually switched lines after offering their extended vocabulary to the silent Lethan.)
Fifteen minutes later, the red Twi'lek concluded that she had won the staring contest with the droid and proceeded to order no fewer than ten tickets at extremely discounted price for passage to a highly populated world of some fame. She was proud of herself for getting such a good deal and held her nose high, hoping to emanate just the right air of haughty for this upper-class resort world. Her eccentrically clad body certainly would catch the attention of the trendsetters.
One by one, she filed through her set of identical tickets and wrote the same bewildering message on every clip.
6l1tt3r 4nd 5p1c3 4nd 3v3ryth1n6 n1c3.
Y0u ch0053 y0ur p4th 83y0nd th3 l4w.
M4y 600d f0rtun3 pr3c3d3 y0u 42 y0u 4r3 1nf3ct3d.
3m8r4c3 y0ur p4r3nt5. 4ll 15 l05t 8ut th3 k3y.
F1nd my l05t puppy. 4dm15510n 15 fr33. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n r3w4rd?
Tru3 l0v3 4w41t5 y0u 5h0uld y0u r35p0nd. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n ch3m1c4l5?
Th1rty k1l05 51t 1n l0ck3r tw0-f0ur-316ht 0f W35tp0rt 5p4c3p0rt, C0ru5c4nt. T4k3 0n3 k1l0 4nd 0n3 k1l0 0nly 4nd f0ll0w th3 d1r3ct10n5. Y0u m4y d0 w1th 1t 45 y0u pl34s3.
<5m1l3y f4c3>
Each time she finished scribbling her cryptic note, she would fling the ticket aside and let it drift to the floor behind her without so much as a glance. Having gone through all of them and done the repetitive deed, she clutched tightly her final ticket and breezed out of the terminal and out of sight, leaving scattered the other nine.
[member=Harrip]
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Act I
The Lethan Twi'lek flashed her piercing eyes about as she scrawled indiscernible markings on her arms, mapping out her plan of action in her own mysterious script. Alderaan was a nice place. She thought it a beautiful day at the beach as she observed the grazing nerfs in the valley below. However, now was not the time to dawdle. Making haste for Aldera's primary spaceport, the red one smiled giddily to herself and plowed through the crowds, her mind concentrating on memories of delicious bagels and blue milk from last week. They were still in stasis. She hoped they were alright.
Now entering the elegant architecture of the capital's spaceport, the mysterious woman skirted up to the droid-operated flight desk and gazed into the protocol unit's eyes for nearly ten minutes, oblivious to the agitations of the customers waiting behind her. (They eventually switched lines after offering their extended vocabulary to the silent Lethan.)
Fifteen minutes later, the red Twi'lek concluded that she had won the staring contest with the droid and proceeded to order no fewer than ten tickets at extremely discounted price for passage to a highly populated world of some fame. She was proud of herself for getting such a good deal and held her nose high, hoping to emanate just the right air of haughty for this upper-class resort world. Her eccentrically clad body certainly would catch the attention of the trendsetters.
One by one, she filed through her set of identical tickets and wrote the same bewildering message on every clip.
6l1tt3r 4nd 5p1c3 4nd 3v3ryth1n6 n1c3.
Y0u ch0053 y0ur p4th 83y0nd th3 l4w.
M4y 600d f0rtun3 pr3c3d3 y0u 42 y0u 4r3 1nf3ct3d.
3m8r4c3 y0ur p4r3nt5. 4ll 15 l05t 8ut th3 k3y.
F1nd my l05t puppy. 4dm15510n 15 fr33. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n r3w4rd?
Tru3 l0v3 4w41t5 y0u 5h0uld y0u r35p0nd. D0 y0u 83l13v3 1n ch3m1c4l5?
Th1rty k1l05 51t 1n l0ck3r tw0-f0ur-316ht 0f W35tp0rt 5p4c3p0rt, C0ru5c4nt. T4k3 0n3 k1l0 4nd 0n3 k1l0 0nly 4nd f0ll0w th3 d1r3ct10n5. Y0u m4y d0 w1th 1t 45 y0u pl34s3.
<5m1l3y f4c3>
Each time she finished scribbling her cryptic note, she would fling the ticket aside and let it drift to the floor behind her without so much as a glance. Having gone through all of them and done the repetitive deed, she clutched tightly her final ticket and breezed out of the terminal and out of sight, leaving scattered the other nine.
[member=Harrip]