GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One

The twin suns beating down onto the soft golden sand of Tatooine. The lack of water out in the desert, the lack of sun protection. The dust being kicked up by those speeders darting through the sand. Wait, what? Speeders darting through the sand?
The Cowboy tilted his hat, smirking. The desert, a perfect location for a cowboy. He had tracked the swoop gang to a small encampment across the dune's, and from his mobile encampment he'd set up Xander had a decent view of the sand. No water, this wasn't a holiday. It was literally sand for as far as the eye could see.
The Major Domo smirked, knowing that he was taking charge here. [member="Nyx"] and a few others were on the way, he hoped. The vague plan he'd drew up basically involved stealing some speeders, heading in to the encampment, taking the spice and getting out again. However, plans never really worked how they should of, thus Xander had employed the help of an old friend. Well, he hoped anyway. The Sith Acolyte hadn't actually replied to him yet, but you know. He hoped.
Now all to do, was wait.
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Airal Thamne"]
[member="Ka'Tal"]