Darth Strelok
Arrived at Coronet in: The Silent Erika: (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130646-the-silent-erika-modified-j-type-327-nubian/)
Wearing: Shadowsuit (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129460-maple-hartes-shadowsuit/)
Armed with: Emissary (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92565-emissary-revolver/) (Marksman variant)
Maple's Staff (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/125349-maples-staff-custom-conversion/ )
The cantina was smoky and dusky, situated on the outskirts of coronet when a gleaming black, arrow shaped craft with red tinted windows landed on a patch of grass just outside it. It was close to sundown.
The Silent Erika had been newly polished after bringing in that bounty on Xagobah, The J-Type 327 Nubian just as beautiful as the day she bought it, and her only true refuge from the horror and madness of the galaxy, its white and red floral interior as impeccably maintained as ever, its owner lightly geared. Skip. Her spine was made of rabbits and the colors of the universe were inverted. Skip. Back to normal. More episodes. More lies her brain told her. And no sign yet of her nemesis or where it was all leading to.
She had lost whole stretches of time the past few hours. That had been a new and worsening symptom. And she was the only one who could fly them to the damn place. She had hoped she would never have to again, but the deaths in the area had made wading back in to horror a bad necessity. One likely to get her killed someday. But the money from Maranon's tomb had dried up. It was time to go for the big money. This time, with partners.
Once the details of the job became apparent, Maple had charged quadruple the usual price, due to her own specialized knowledge of the target.
She was lightly armed, her shadow suits features not turned on, her goggles removed as the brown haired, pale tanned woman with one bright green eye and one a cold sulphur sauntered to the table where the employer, a grizzled old man in an expensive suit chomping on a cigar.
"Alright, old man. I'm here. What about the others I'm supposed to work with, [member="Subject 73 Red"] and [member="Nighthaunter"] ?"
"They've yet to arrive but they should be here soon. I don't want to begin until we are all present. I own this cantina so we won't be disturbed."
"You that worried of the Sith learning of it?"
"You have faced it before. Why should I not be worried?"
The lithe, athletic girl took out her revolver and spun it. "Fine by me. But these two had better not be chumps, man. You can't have chumps where we are going. If you are weak, you die..."
(Going for a bit of a cold open here)
Wearing: Shadowsuit (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129460-maple-hartes-shadowsuit/)
Armed with: Emissary (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92565-emissary-revolver/) (Marksman variant)
Maple's Staff (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/125349-maples-staff-custom-conversion/ )
The cantina was smoky and dusky, situated on the outskirts of coronet when a gleaming black, arrow shaped craft with red tinted windows landed on a patch of grass just outside it. It was close to sundown.
The Silent Erika had been newly polished after bringing in that bounty on Xagobah, The J-Type 327 Nubian just as beautiful as the day she bought it, and her only true refuge from the horror and madness of the galaxy, its white and red floral interior as impeccably maintained as ever, its owner lightly geared. Skip. Her spine was made of rabbits and the colors of the universe were inverted. Skip. Back to normal. More episodes. More lies her brain told her. And no sign yet of her nemesis or where it was all leading to.
She had lost whole stretches of time the past few hours. That had been a new and worsening symptom. And she was the only one who could fly them to the damn place. She had hoped she would never have to again, but the deaths in the area had made wading back in to horror a bad necessity. One likely to get her killed someday. But the money from Maranon's tomb had dried up. It was time to go for the big money. This time, with partners.
Once the details of the job became apparent, Maple had charged quadruple the usual price, due to her own specialized knowledge of the target.
She was lightly armed, her shadow suits features not turned on, her goggles removed as the brown haired, pale tanned woman with one bright green eye and one a cold sulphur sauntered to the table where the employer, a grizzled old man in an expensive suit chomping on a cigar.
"Alright, old man. I'm here. What about the others I'm supposed to work with, [member="Subject 73 Red"] and [member="Nighthaunter"] ?"
"They've yet to arrive but they should be here soon. I don't want to begin until we are all present. I own this cantina so we won't be disturbed."
"You that worried of the Sith learning of it?"
"You have faced it before. Why should I not be worried?"
The lithe, athletic girl took out her revolver and spun it. "Fine by me. But these two had better not be chumps, man. You can't have chumps where we are going. If you are weak, you die..."
(Going for a bit of a cold open here)