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snow headed

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Min'Unaetti - The Red Panther

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The search for a master started like any other hunt "We have done all we can for you Red Panther. You have reached your age of maturity and our agreement with your mother is at an end. We have raised you as best we could, but as you can see, you are a special child born of special parents. You must have known that you do not belong here in Swale Bolivar. Yes, we have raised you as one of our own: A Fosterling, but your destiny lies somewhere in the stars."

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From the cell.

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little lost Chiss

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Tantooine

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Lavaeus’s scout fighter dropped out of hyperspace on the night side of Tatoonie. Only a few moments later she’d found a spot to land, and began her descent into the planets atmosphere. The S-SC4 Blood Mark was several steps down from here Fury, but it had what she needed. Climbing down from the cockpit she surveyed her surroundings. The rocky terrain would conceal her transportation well enough, a few strategic placed mines would discourage any who did happen upon it.

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Reborn in Exile

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As the stolen Imperial gunship rose into the clear blue sky beyond the jungle canopy, a group of four Massassai strode away from the landing zone. One carried the limp form of a muscular twi’lek female in his arms as if he were carrying a child.

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What a Man Can Do

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"Cap'n."

"Cap'n!?"

"Goddess be dam'd Car stop!" The small green twi'lek woman covered in grease chased after much larger lethan, having to practically run to keep up with the 7 foot tall male's stride. She then promptly slammed into him as the blasphemous phrase had him spin back toward her.

"What?" Cartulak was an imposing firm when he was in a pleasant mood. The scowl on the pirate's face now would make durasteel wilt.

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Grand Theft Sith

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“Why are we doing this?” Essan wined, “you don’t owe her anything. Stars Car its not like she’d do it for you.” The rest of the crew nodded and looked to Car.

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Awakened

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"I don't know Hool that's an Imperial destroyer," the younger Rodian was understandably nervous. The Empire did not look kindly on 'unauthorized' salvage.

"You worry too much Paloo, it's a derelict she's been out here for months. No one cares about this wreck.

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Ripples

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Shades of Faith

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He stood in the echo of her departure for several long moments, savoring the pounding race of his pulse. Perhaps it was the two days in a kolto tank with nothing but his thoughts. Perhaps the rising tide of the current crisis, either way the truth had been spoken aloud.

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Belief and Purpose

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The hunt done, the meal finished, the Masassi returned to their posts. Laveaus had been trying to participating as much as possible in their daily activities. There was nobility in what many called savagery. She didn't want them to listen just because the Mistress told them to, she wanted their respect as well. It was a different way of thinking to what she was used to, and as the lethan woman gazed out over the green canopy below her mind replayed the events that had brought her here.

Vor'sha Quarters, (Nar Shadda)

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Telessa steps clipped echoing in the safe house. As she came down the stair she heard Khorde running to catch up. Her head half turned to see the young man get even with her. “You did well Khorde, thank you for picking me up.” She responded her voice still tense with her annoyance.

Khorde took off his helmet and looked over, his lips quirked up and he shrugged. “No problem Tele. It let me fly a little.” He rolled the helmet in his hand and chuckled. “Quite a run.. Your friends shoot each other often?” he looked over the blue eyes sparkling.

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On the Edge of Existence

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Jaakra held tight to the holdout blaster The White Lady ensured she left with. None of the Chiss here had tried to take it from her. They had pulled her out of kolto stasis for another battery of tests. She was starting to feel like a pincushion, she was still sick as hell. Fever burned her brain making more than basic interaction a chore, and her skin felt like it was trying to crawl away on its own.

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Waiting...

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Argus kept glancing back over his shoulder at the prisoner. Finally the Sgt had enough.

"Private the guy isn't going anywhere, he's got enough tranquil in him to put a rancor out for a week."

"If-if you say so Sarge"

Moving forward

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She watched as each armor piece was wrapped in hazmat bag, her face held taunt. As the imperial researcher went to grab the helmet she put her hand out, "No.." she said to still the woman movement, who looked up at her through the hazmat goggles.

The Inner Struggle

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Finding Prey

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Recipe for Home Made Laundry Detergent/Fabric Softener

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For Tele and anyone else who is interested in the recipe....
Home Made Laundry Detergent
Makes 18lbs of Detergent

Ingredients:

1 Box of Super Washing Soda (3lb 7oz)
1 Box of Borax (12lbs 4oz)
1 Box of Pure Baking Soda (4lbs)
3 Bars of Ivory Soap
1 Container of Oxy Clean (1.3lbs)
1 Container of Purex Crystals (28oz)
1 Plastic Bin w/Lid

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The Dark Edge of Deep Space

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Woken from a deep sleep Lavaeus bolted upright in bed, throwing the sheets back she stormed from her chambers, her saberstaff coming to her hand as she passed through the door.. The three subordinates present froze as the Sith Lord strode nake into the cockpit of the transport. While most recently full of a cold calculated control, the Sith Assassin was known to have bouts of wild rage, whether this was one or not, none of them were interested in being caught staring.

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Adventures in Babysitting ((Anabela))

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“You can’t dunk her in the hot tub!”

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than Ba’raka was already holding the girl’s little blue body at arm’s length and dipping her into the warm, bubbling water. Ana grimaced.

“Well, no one is going to want to use THAT for a while….”

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The New Normal

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“She’s not as blue as I expected.”

Raana chuckled quietly and lay back against the couch cushions, stretching out as Ana rocked Azanis in a nearby chair. She watched the pair, her mouth turning downward slightly at the look on her sister’s face as she held her newborn niece.

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From Ashes ((Raana))

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It had been 25 years since she had stepped foot in this place….

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Guild Barracks

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Since a guild flagship with a barracks seems like a far away nicety, I've taken in upon myself to make a barracks for Project Invicta.

IC, they are located "downstairs" from the Project's HQ. OOC, I've placed a stronghold on DK, and opened it enough for there to be a max of 20 occupants.

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Awakening ((Anabela))

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Ana felt like she was waking from a coma.

When you are unconscious, you dream. And sometimes you struggle to the surface, and it is hard to tell whether you are still dreaming or not. The reality blurs with the dreams and you lose touch with what is real and what is not.

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Sploosh!

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Darasuum Aliit ((Anabela))

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Raana left Ba’raka and Tiakos standing in the hallway, staring awkwardly at one another while she gently shut the bedroom door and locked it. She gave them both a look as she ducked back inside, chuckling quietly, “Girl stuff, you boys understand.” Once the door was closed, she turned to Tara.

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