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Happy Birthday Thnuluv!!!!!

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RP PLOT: Undertones

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Irzulie sat crosslegged in the main sensor focusing array of the Invicta. With the gravity off temporarily, she floated in the midst of data pads, analyses and holo feeds. Some she saw, some she read via subcutaenous data induction port, some she simply ... sensed. This was months and months of research trying to unravel the mystery of the Eternal Fleet.

"How are they able to synchronize their hyperspace exits with such accuracy? Not even the best hyperspace navigational computers of the Republic, Empire, Cartel or even the Skyean Spacehawks could cause a fleet to enter and exit hyperspace in formations. There were far too many vairables that occurred within each jump channel. What are we missing?"

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Voidborn (Hizak's Journal)

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Never did I think that I would hang the banner of House Seqh in my ship's quarters. It still seemed inappropriate.

To display it within sight was a poor show of misplaced pride, but there it was; that black sea scorpion sprawled upon my wall, poised to strike. I could barely make out the small pattern of color along its claws and tail, but I assumed its shade was accurate. Ech associates and artisans were fanatical about detail. Detail that only I would see.

No one was permitted in my private quarters; not guests, not my crew, no one. The only eyes that would lay upon that dishonored banner would be mine.

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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."

Little hunter's prey

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[I realized I haven't posted or done much RP about Jar's daughter so I thought I would post this little snippet of "home life"]

The moment Jar’rogen stepped into the hallway of his ship he knew something was wrong, it was to quiet, to still, only thing he could hear was the hum of the engines, the air system was off. The fur on the back of his neck stood up on end as he threw himself backwards, he was to late, he knew it even before he felt the impact against his neck and shoulders, throwing him off balance on the stairs and causing him to slam clumsily against the closed airlock behind him. He was hit, solidly, no mistaking it, each of those hits was a killing strike.

“Got you daddy!”

As he looked up a smile filled his face, there in the air duct he had open for repairs was a bundle of fur wearing a set of faux hunting leathers smiling down at him and holding a pellet pistol in one hand.

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The Captains’ Speech (Open RP for those who were at the Rescue)

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After a hard space battle that the left the Skull barley able to go into hyperspace and the liberation of the last survivors of ESC-390, the derelict ship is on its way back to Rishi.

A call is made through the Intercom for every sentient and droid to proceed to the main deck.

The rescuers were already there as well as some crew members, but Henerkin, the Gammoreans and their Sow were still in the main hangar bay as well as Rusty’s Jawas and Droids who we still down below in the engines room.

When they arrived, despite the evident aging, Dorie recognized her father and without any hesitation, jumped at his neck “Dad! We missed you so much!” He hugs her back “I know… I missed you too, I missed you all” He even had a tear falling from his one good eye, something that very few people has ever seen.

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From the cell.

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IC Pirate Rescue Event: Intro (IC) and sceduling (OOC)

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Rumors, Rumors, Rumors…

Rumors through the Rishi jungle travel fast.

Rumors that The Skull has been seen laying below the forest.

Rumors that it’s former Captain, Henerkin Eisley, is alive in need of a rescue from a mining Colony.

Rumors that the ghost crew remaining will stop at nothing to get their Captain back.

Rumors that the time is now and there will be hell to pay for whoever gets in the way.

Any of you on the planet or with ties to the pirates may have heard The Skull was about to launch again.

Will you hear the call?

Will you join the rescue mission?

Will you stay out of it?

Will you interfere?

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((Let us know in a reply if you would be interested RPing the rescue and that is the time of week that suits you best.
Thanks all. ))

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little lost Chiss

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Found on the Holonet: What Cutie has been up to for the past 5 years....

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For those who dont know, she used to be the First Mate on The Skull, then the Captain of the Fuzzball but times are tough these days...

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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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ive got a droid for that.

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Thnuluv woke up rumbling softly to herself as she rubbed her eyes, blinking out the sleep in her eyes. her datapad beeped reminding her of what she was doing.

Lost

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The Skull: Five Years On...

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The Skull: Five Years On...



After the Battle of the ISS Invicta. Year 1:

After Captain Henerkin has gone missing at the Battle of the ISS Invicta, the Pirates arranged a meeting at their Tatooinian hideout to see how matters would play out.

Melkaio was chosen as the new Captain of The Skull until Henerkin’s retutn. Unfortunately their very costly search did not pay off.

After 6 months of unsuccessful search, the Pirates had to conclude that Captain Eisley was most likely dead.

A heated discussion ensued when the main members of the crew decided maintain their venture with Melkaio as the new Captain of The Skull.

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On the Road Home

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Dissolution

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Three Years Ago

The invasion-war had been both a godsend and a complete clusterfuck where pirates were concerned.

For a time, the chaos was useful. Ships were dashing this way and that, security was lax, and nobody noticed a freighter missing here or there. Until they did, because resources were so tight that nothing could be spared. After a couple of close calls with outlying Zakuul scouts, it became clear that it was time to take a break from raiding ships. And with nothing else to do but dodge patrols and fly, the arguments got worse.

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The Five Year Plan

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Henerkin: Ater 5 years of spice mine slavery



THE 5 YEAR PLAN

Year 1: After being frozen in carbonite at the Battle of the ISS Invicta, his captors decided to cash in on the hefty 15 million credits bounty on his head. The unknown buyer was later revealed to be Captain Quoo, Privateer for The Lady of Pain and the former owner of the slaver cruiser that was used as the core component in the construction of The Skull II. As a punishment he sent Henerkin to work as a slave on ESC-390, one of the Lady’s spice mining colony in the Deep Space sector, for Henerkin, slavery was almost worse than death and he knew 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.

Not all hatters are mad. Some are downright insane.

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Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years..
They were all irrelevant, they were all just a simple passage of the concept known as time. Tucked away in the mountains of Alderaan, the man known as the "Mad Hermit" toiled and labored..

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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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Summary of the Raitia view of battle on ISS Invicta where Belatrix was defeated.

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Raitia was writing reports, inside the ISS Invicta, at her desk at the medical bay when a great shake and alarm blaring. She order the staff to stockpile medical items and organizes teams to prepare for incoming wounded. After another shake, the walking wounded and stechers came in. She order some teams of medical personnel to damage areas and set up temp medical areas. Then she triage the wounded, those that can be saved are admitted, those that can not are sent to the morgue.

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A Light in the Shadows

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One.
Despite the thing taking up the majority of the open space in the main common area of the station, Chveya never felt that the great Banyari tree - or the grass beneath it - was the center of attention, never bustling or crowded. Indeed it was often hard to believe the number of people hurrying by it at all hours; she felt as comfortable there as if she were in her own bed. Perhaps it was simply that nobody interrupted her there. It was a well-known fact among her peers that, unless pressed by a more urgent task, the young miraluka would drop nearly anything if a favor were asked of her.

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Delusion's Wrath

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Not even a day and a half after the council meeting and the discussion with Darth Atrinark, Rahm and Drikkah are home in Vhetin. The midday warmth of the Mandalorian sun streams through every window that permits it, and a light lunch is on the table as Nena plays on the floor.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Rahm is surrounded by datapads, with reports coming in from every company of each battalion. His battalion, the first, has everyone accounted for, and the others continue to report their location as the hours go by.

“We’ve got almost everyone,” he says out loud, hopefully loud enough for Drikkah to hear. “Only a few hundred still not reporting.”

“That is no small sum of people,” Drikkah calls back, followed by the sound of shuffling papers, a drawer smoothly sliding out then back, and a lock turning. She emerges from her study and pulls out a chair at the table.

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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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