Kyrinov
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OOC: Sorry about that double post guys!
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Enos
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Enos turned around as sounds began The dancer was fighting the bounty hunter. With a snap the man fell dead and hit the ground with a thud. He ran towards the woman. She had wrapped the chains around herself and was moving towards the gate way. Enos felt a feeling.. there was something coming and it was bad. Enos ran to the woman and grabbed her swinging her around in order to just barely move out of the way of a blaster bolt. She cured at him but all he said was "Follow me!" She groaned as she reluctantly followed him as they made a dash for the cluster of buildings and shops just a few meters. away. All the while blaster bolts zoomed past both of them "Don't seize up!" He prayed
Ayy'Seela
Character
Ayy was just about to duck under the blaster shot she knew was coming and look really cool doing it, but sadly the kid from earlier grabbed her and spun her out the way of it, messing up her rhythm and starting to drag her along as she considered whether two fatalities this early in the day would cause an issue. Deciding that it would most likely, she stopped before the main shopping street, knocking on a shut door as she spoke a code into the intercom, the door sliding open; it wasn't called the Smuggler's Moon for no reason.
Enos
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Enos watched as the girl left. He sat there waiting for a second. He waited for a moment. The sound of blaster fire made Enos jump and he ran to make it inside the cluster of buildings jumping off walls and pulling himself higher to make it on top of one of the buildings. Suddenly his leg shut off and he fell backwards. Just as he did a blaster bolt clipped his shoulder sending shooting pain through his body as he hit the ground unconscious.
Ayy'Seela
Character
As she enters the smuggler's den she quickly stocks up on weaponry, sadly there was no clothing as it wasn't something typically restocked by individuals, so she picked up a couple of heavy blaster pistols, and a pair of vibroknives that she slipped into the waistline of her outfit, making sure they didn't cut it before she stepped outside again, shooting three times, the blaster fire coming down the street ceasing as nobody was left to shoot it, she spins the pistols in true gunslinger fashion, blowing on the barrels with a grin as she winks to the den "And nobody is any the wiser. Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen, you'll get a good reference from me."
Enos
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When Enos woke up his head was pounding and he could see, yet it was blurry. He looked around the dust covered road and frowned. The girl from before just left him. He stood up deciding pity for himself was something that would make his father mad. And even though his dad was long gone. People still remember him from the old days.
As he stood up his robotic leg buckled again causing him to fall to his knees. He cursed. Nothing was going his way today. The blaster bolt merely grazed his left shoulder but hit got close enough to give him a bad burn. He wailed on his hands and knees until his leg started working again. Then he looked around to see if anyone was still there
As he stood up his robotic leg buckled again causing him to fall to his knees. He cursed. Nothing was going his way today. The blaster bolt merely grazed his left shoulder but hit got close enough to give him a bad burn. He wailed on his hands and knees until his leg started working again. Then he looked around to see if anyone was still there
Ayy'Seela
Character
The Twi'lek was still in the alley, only now she had one of the shooters against the wall, his blaster rifle lodged in his mouth as she sat cross legged in front of him, finger resting on the trigger "It's nice and simple you know. All you need to do to live is tell me where my ship is and who has the codes to it. But no bright ideas because all I need to do to end your life is sneeze right now. After all these blasters have such a sensitive trigger, and I feel my nose itching, so I'd say you better sing for the dancer." she says calmly, happily waiting with a grin across her face. "You really did pick the wrong Twi'lek I must say. Especially shooting at me; I didn't like that, you nearly shot my bra off and I'd be oh so angry if you did." she was having far too much fun with this
Enos
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OOC:
Time Hop. It is now the day of the tournament. It begins with the competitors gathered in the Hutts palace. If you want to post something before the tournament timeline wise then post BT at the start of your post.
Time Hop. It is now the day of the tournament. It begins with the competitors gathered in the Hutts palace. If you want to post something before the tournament timeline wise then post BT at the start of your post.
SiRiDio
Ultimate Zabrak
Getting up the Zabrak paid his fees for he orders before getting up and leaving the cantina he returning to his ship where he went inside to sleep and meditate until the day of the tournament arrived as it did the alarm went off breaking him from his deep meditation eating a quick breakfast he put on his clothes along with a black cloak he grabbed his weapon putting it on his hip. " BD-B9 prepare cloaking device and lock down the ship until I return if I don't do so in 48 hours pilot this ship back to my hangar and deliver the ship along with my will to the bankers until my son is old enough to make use of them along with all journals of my teachings "
Stepping out of his ship he made his way for the palace pulling his cloak hood down as he walked into the palace where the fights were gonna begin soon.
[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |
Stepping out of his ship he made his way for the palace pulling his cloak hood down as he walked into the palace where the fights were gonna begin soon.
[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |
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(OOC this is going way to fast for me to keep track of, may have to fall out at this rate since post order does not seem to be a thing)
Bar fights where nothing new to Fromrota, she remembered one that involved Sith and robot over lords and deadly pirates, this, this was not much, herself simply going back to the cheeking her equipment before retiring for the night. Unbeknown to most people she had her own apartment on the crime ridden world, sleeping there through the night until morning came, the masked assassin going through her daily routine of exercises, breakfast and donning the well worn armor.
Mounting a speeder Formrota wasted no time racing towards the Hutt Palace, it would allow time to observe the other contestants and work up possible methods of taking them on in a fight. Ten again her mere presence may dissuade any fighters from entering the arena at all. That was fine, meant less competition, more money and a better chance to get at that Sith Sirdidio identified.
[member="SiRiDio"] - [member="Ayy'Seela"] - [member="SiRiDio"] - [member="Tevro"]
Bar fights where nothing new to Fromrota, she remembered one that involved Sith and robot over lords and deadly pirates, this, this was not much, herself simply going back to the cheeking her equipment before retiring for the night. Unbeknown to most people she had her own apartment on the crime ridden world, sleeping there through the night until morning came, the masked assassin going through her daily routine of exercises, breakfast and donning the well worn armor.
Mounting a speeder Formrota wasted no time racing towards the Hutt Palace, it would allow time to observe the other contestants and work up possible methods of taking them on in a fight. Ten again her mere presence may dissuade any fighters from entering the arena at all. That was fine, meant less competition, more money and a better chance to get at that Sith Sirdidio identified.
[member="SiRiDio"] - [member="Ayy'Seela"] - [member="SiRiDio"] - [member="Tevro"]
Kyrinov
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[BT]
He was tense. Too tense for comfort. Tevro finished the drink that was left in the cup on the metal counter, which was followed by two others back to back, ushered in by a rather startled bartender. He sighed and stood up, as always, taking a moment to assess the place around him after all the fighting died down. Chairs were scattered across the bar, bar stool legs were broken into pieces and strewn across the only entrance and exit to the facility. He turned his eye to the patrons of this fine establishment. Most were leaving, others were passed out or in a stupor, some, like him, were conscious to be aware of their surroundings and they could find their way home somewhat safely. Tevro shurgged, shaking off the bit of drowsiness that hung over him. He left the "lively" pub and boarded his shuttle, sitting in the cockpit and plotting a course to the Hutt's Palace.
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[T]
He arrived in what seemed like a matter of moments, the Palace was far more ornate than one would think that a Hutt inhabited. The Zabrak left the shuttle about a half mile from the Palace itself, preferring to walk to his destination. He saw a crowd of combatants who were ready to seize this opportunity for their own gain or illusion of some off-world glory. He scoffed, entering the main plaza of the Palace to wait on further instructions. Tevro leaned against the wall, the black cloak and black hood on his head further shadowing his figure.
[member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="SiRiDio"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]
He was tense. Too tense for comfort. Tevro finished the drink that was left in the cup on the metal counter, which was followed by two others back to back, ushered in by a rather startled bartender. He sighed and stood up, as always, taking a moment to assess the place around him after all the fighting died down. Chairs were scattered across the bar, bar stool legs were broken into pieces and strewn across the only entrance and exit to the facility. He turned his eye to the patrons of this fine establishment. Most were leaving, others were passed out or in a stupor, some, like him, were conscious to be aware of their surroundings and they could find their way home somewhat safely. Tevro shurgged, shaking off the bit of drowsiness that hung over him. He left the "lively" pub and boarded his shuttle, sitting in the cockpit and plotting a course to the Hutt's Palace.
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[T]
He arrived in what seemed like a matter of moments, the Palace was far more ornate than one would think that a Hutt inhabited. The Zabrak left the shuttle about a half mile from the Palace itself, preferring to walk to his destination. He saw a crowd of combatants who were ready to seize this opportunity for their own gain or illusion of some off-world glory. He scoffed, entering the main plaza of the Palace to wait on further instructions. Tevro leaned against the wall, the black cloak and black hood on his head further shadowing his figure.
[member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="SiRiDio"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]
Enos
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After the twi'lek woman had left Enos for dead he was unsure whether or not he would watch the tournament the day it came. He knew that she was probably mad at him and on this planet if you were mad at someone it usually ended in blaster fire. The last thing Enos needed in his life, was for it to end. He parkoured down the side of the building with more speed then usual. This put strain on his rusting robotic leg. If he got into a chance whoever was catching him would probably catch him at this point.
He walked down the dusty road where merchants yelled and people sold good on the counter. As well as under it. So long as you knew where to go and who to go to it was incredibly easy (but expensive ) to buy a fire arm whether it was legal or not. Enos bought his from Dax. He needed someway to defend himself. He only wished he had it yesterday when he saved the Ayy'Seela 's life. It was now shimmering on his hip in a black hostler attached to his thigh. That was when her heard a sound coming from inside one of the abandoned warehouses. He slid off the guard on his holster and walked in...
He walked down the dusty road where merchants yelled and people sold good on the counter. As well as under it. So long as you knew where to go and who to go to it was incredibly easy (but expensive ) to buy a fire arm whether it was legal or not. Enos bought his from Dax. He needed someway to defend himself. He only wished he had it yesterday when he saved the Ayy'Seela 's life. It was now shimmering on his hip in a black hostler attached to his thigh. That was when her heard a sound coming from inside one of the abandoned warehouses. He slid off the guard on his holster and walked in...