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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 4, 2005 20:22:31 GMT
"Ugh."
Nyrila had just felt the back of her head and it was still covered with wet blood. She put her hand on Antaios' shoulder in order to help herself up.
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Post by Pele on Dec 5, 2005 0:30:23 GMT
"Better get a towel to wipe that up, unless your thinking of dieing from excessive bleeding."
Antaios helped her up and then waited to see if she would collapse again.
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 5, 2005 0:32:19 GMT
"That could work..."
She stumbled again and began falling back towards the floor. She caught herself by grabbing Antaios' arm last second. She began walking towards the closest cantina.
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Post by Pele on Dec 5, 2005 0:39:39 GMT
Antaios made sure she didn't fall as they started walking towards the nearest cantina. He really wanted a drink, hmm maybe a Tarisian Ale.
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 5, 2005 0:54:56 GMT
Nyrila sat down on a bar stool in the cantina. A group of giggling teenagers about her age shuddered when they saw her head and left the bar.
"Two Tarisian Ales..."
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Post by Tinya-Shan Romani on Dec 5, 2005 1:36:56 GMT
Jack walks into the Cantina and sees the two of them at the bar. "What an odd couple." He walks up to them and then notices her head. "Excuse me but do you need help?"
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 5, 2005 2:20:57 GMT
Nyrila's hand began to twitch, ready to slap Jack.
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Post by Pele on Dec 5, 2005 2:37:51 GMT
"One question, are you a jedi or work for the republic?" Antaios said to Jack.
If he said yes then Antaos had a good reason to kill him.
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 5, 2005 3:57:18 GMT
Nyrila's other hand went to her blaster. Jack would pay for that remark... Especially if he was a Jedi.
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Post by Tinya-Shan Romani on Dec 6, 2005 1:04:45 GMT
"No, I'm not. But enough about me this lady needs some help."
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 6, 2005 1:05:59 GMT
"Why. Do. You. Say. That."
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Post by Tinya-Shan Romani on Dec 6, 2005 1:06:51 GMT
"Well, let's see ... your head is bleeding badly. Ya that's it."
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Post by *~The Snake Shadow~* on Dec 8, 2005 1:56:50 GMT
"No kidding!"
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Post by de Soto on Jul 12, 2008 6:24:14 GMT
de Soto hated travelling. But, the Prince himself had ordered that the Black Sun's best collector go to Coruscant, and wait for more info on his datapad.
First off, after showing his Black Sun ID to the Port officials, and hiding his weapons in a carry-on, he went to the nearest bar for a nice, strong Wolfman's Ale.
Upon entering the seedy place, de Soto noticed the bleeding, drunk Mandalorian woman and the spacer helping her out. His violent nature told him to speed the woman on her way, but in his line of work, contacts were always valuable.
He made his way over to the bar, ordered his drink in response to the tender's 'What's your poison?', and turned to the pair. "Need any help?"
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