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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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I wander the ship, this cold and cruel feeling vessel which they call the ISS Invicta.
Everything that I have known has been taken from me and I do not know why. Perhaps, it is a small mercy that I do not know. I just know that I am alone and that I am a slave.
The White Lady purchased me. Whatever her reasons, she has yet to tell them to me. Maybe, she did it on a whim. Maybe, this is some game she plays for her own amusement.

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The Skull: Five Years On...

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[b]The Skull: Five Years On...[/b]

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[b]After the Battle of the ISS Invicta. Year 1:[/b]

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.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/UloLxaa.jpg[/img]
[b]Space Pirate, Captain of The Skull[/b]
Invicta, Resident hired Privateer.

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On the Road Home

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Dissolution

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[u][b]Three Years Ago[/b][/u]

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

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[b]THE 5 YEAR PLAN[/b]

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[b]Space Pirate, Captain of The Skull[/b]
Invicta, Resident hired Privateer.

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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.

The fall of a Devil's will

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The stars could barely be seen out the viewpane. They seemed distant, dim, as though one had reached an edge of the universe in which no light still had time to travel to in great intensity. Darkness overwhelmed the bridge of the [i]Devil’s Will[/i]. The faces of all the operators in the pit were lit only by the blue glow of their own monitors. Sweat dripped from their faces. Silence also ruled the deck: orders and reports were not shouted, not informed, but whispered by fearful voices.

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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.[img]/home/sites/all/modules/wysiwyg/plugins/break/images/spacer.gif[/img]

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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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[u][b]One.[/b][/u]

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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.

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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.[img]/home/sites/all/modules/wysiwyg/plugins/break/images/spacer.gif[/img]

"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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Two and a half years in the life of a Solo Mercenary

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The casino as usual is loud and crowded. With the sligthtly-better-than-average odds of winning and the complete lack of Hutt involvement the establishment had a steady stream of customers most nights. Usually even more so when the proprieter herself was in attendance. A night like tonight. The raven haired woman watches the crowd as she leans against the wall pretending to be paying attention to the dancers. Annabelle pushes off of the wall with a foot and makes her way across the main floor to a small group gathered at one of the gambling tables.

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Ripples

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With the strike on House Rist, pieces on the board began to move. But this was no game of chess. This game may have had to primary opposing forces, however they were not alone on the board. In a game like this the ripples would be felt across the quadrant, if not across the breadth galaxy itself.
Today pieces moved on a small barely habitable moon that orbited an unremarkable gas giant around a dim unimpressive star. A rogue piece was on this board, one with a mind for mischief.
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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. [img]/home/sites/all/modules/wysiwyg/plugins/break/images/spacer.gif[/img][img]/home/sites/all/modules/wysiwyg/plugins/break/images/spacer.gif[/img]

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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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ASSAULT TEAM ASSIGNMENTS - NEW PLYMPTO - PART 2 (Melkaio - Henerkin - Trixie)

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((Written and RPed by Mel trix and me.))

A speeder lands on the platform. A good looking redhead with two blasters hanging on her belt disembarks and proceeds towards the Rattataki.

- Melkaio : Welcome to The Treasure island Casino Lady Trixie! Our hideout on Nar Shaddaa!

-Trixie : I’ve been called many things but Lady surely ain’t one of em’! Glad to see ya again Mel!

-Melkaio : A shared pleasure Trixie! Last time we met was at your party on Tatooine. The one where the Captain drunk himself under the table… well one of them.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/UloLxaa.jpg[/img]
[b]Space Pirate, Captain of The Skull[/b]
Invicta, Resident hired Privateer.

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ASSAULT TEAM ASSIGNMENTS - NEW PLYMPTO (Melkaio - Henerkin)

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((Written by Melkaio and Henerkin))

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Melkaio enters the med bay of his casino, the Tresure Island on Nar Shaddaa, to meety with the Captain of The Skull. He was in a rather bad shape after the latest mission onm Taris. The Rattataki pours himself a glass of whiskey.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/UloLxaa.jpg[/img]
[b]Space Pirate, Captain of The Skull[/b]
Invicta, Resident hired Privateer.

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Cacophony

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Water showers over her head, streaming along the network of scars scrawled across her cheekbones, brows, and nose. Ill-healed and twisted lids collect twin pools as her face cranes toward the ceiling, shivering and shrinking in upon herself, and she is

raising her arms to the storm, unceasing and unrelenting, lightning streaking through the Kaas sky. Storm-colored eyes, ringed with scarlet, cry out a challenge to the chaos, and there is

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Preparations

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In the servants quarters of Belatrix's Kaas apartments, the cook spends an hour searching for her favorite boots. She finds them, later, stowed sensibly away in her footlocker. With the hairbrush she lost last week.
Decorations artfully placed on side tables turn up in storage closets.
One of Belatrix's favorite flowering plants acquires a self-watering gadget, of the sort used by people who don't trust their neighbors to look after their homes while on vacation.

On the ISS Invicta, soldiers find spare MREs stashed in their lockers.

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ASSAULT TEAM INITIATIVE - ASSIGNMENTS

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[b]Hello all! We had a meeting today on 06.24.15 at 8pm CST.[/b]
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[b]We discussed what was to come with the Assault Team and how best everyone's time, energy, and creativity can be utilized. [/b]
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[b]For now, it was determined that everyone seems to really want more personal storylines that allow people to RP on a one on one level.[/b]
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[b]To that effect, we will be instituting ASSIGNMENTS.[/b]
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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"

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To Taris!

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- Henerkin : Y’all locate me the ISS Invicta, It’s been awhile since the last mission left, let’s go see whats up.

Mogy on the holo processes the tracking from The Crossbonses since The Skull is yet again in repairs on Tatooine.

- Mogy : Yo! Hen! They’re still docked on the Taris space station. We should go take a look.

Henerkin sips his corellian whiskey and nods

- Henerkin : Yep my thought exactly, can’t afford to lose that income just yet. Besides I might have folks I actually care about on that mission, who knows?

Mogy chuckle and crosses his arms.

[img]http://i.imgur.com/UloLxaa.jpg[/img]
[b]Space Pirate, Captain of The Skull[/b]
Invicta, Resident hired Privateer.

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.

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