Renthous Vacvar
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You cannot kill what you did not create
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Post by Renthous Vacvar on Aug 2, 2005 0:12:33 GMT
::Toxis nods to him and a juma slides along the bar and into Toxis' outstretched hand::
Not bad. I've been in too many fights lately; my body's taking quite a beating
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Post by Kali (Laili Rendar) on Aug 2, 2005 22:51:57 GMT
*She slips into the bar. The blue flightsuit hugs her body like a glove. Moving towards an empty seat at the bar, she sits down and orders a juma juice. Her hands pull her hair up off the back of her neck trying to cool her flesh. She hated stops in Mos Eisley. Something always ended up happening. Smuggling business had become harder. Also with her runs of late, her name was becoming more and more popular...which means more trouble with the officials.*
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Post by Kali (Laili Rendar) on Aug 6, 2005 23:35:52 GMT
*When the bartender arrived, she ordered a juma juice. They didn't keep on stock her favorite drink. It seemed only the cantinas of Ord Mantell even stocked the stuff. Her head turns to see the faces of other spacers trying to get out of the dusty heat that was Tatooine and seek a moment of relief. The bartender sets the drink down in front of her and she turns around to thank him and put the credits down. Her elbows go onto the table holding her head up as she thinks about everything. She had to get to Kit somehow.*
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Post by Kali (Laili Rendar) on Aug 9, 2005 8:26:04 GMT
OOC: It's been several days. I think it's safe to say I've left.   |
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 11, 2005 17:03:51 GMT
*Jon walks into the bar on Tatooine, and oders a drink from the bartender. After a few minutes, he gets his drink, and heads to a table.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Aug 11, 2005 17:06:28 GMT
*hoorex, who had been sitting at the table before hand said bluntly*
"hey! who said you could sit here...fatty..."
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 20, 2005 20:38:40 GMT
What did you call me, Mandalorian?
Jon gets up, and sends the chair hurling across the room.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Aug 20, 2005 23:22:15 GMT
*hoorex allows him to break the chair across his armour...all the damage it had made was a small mark on his armour....*
"I want you to know that this is brand new....AND I CALLED YOU A 'FATTY'! GOT A PROBLEM WIT IT?"
*hoorex's voice elevated to a yell...why did they always wanna mess with his armour?*
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 21, 2005 22:00:57 GMT
*Jon pulled out his blaster, and aimed at tha Mandalorian*
I do have a problem with it.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Aug 21, 2005 22:01:47 GMT
"Stupid fatty... go ahead and shoot. You wont hurt me. Know why? 'Cause youre a stupid fatty. Stupid Fatty."
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 21, 2005 22:05:02 GMT
Shut up
*Jon reached his hand up, and backhanded the Mandalorian in the face. Hard. Jon picked up a chair, and sat down*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Aug 21, 2005 22:19:44 GMT
*Jon hurts his hand on my helmet. I dont even flinch.*
"Key word in stupid fatty is stupid. Stupid fatty."
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 21, 2005 22:33:05 GMT
*Jon felt no pain, but obviously, neither did the Mandalorian. Jon got up again, and brought out, a thermal detonator.*
Say one more word Mandalorian, and we'll all be vaporized.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Aug 21, 2005 22:35:05 GMT
"Hey stupid, were at close range. Youll blow us all to bits..."
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Post by Jon Nexus/Erik Zelona on Aug 21, 2005 22:37:47 GMT
That's the plan. Now, I suggest you back up now, or we're all toast.
*Jon activated the detonator for 30 seconds.*
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