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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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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. The sway of her leather-clad hips exagerated just enough to make sure her path across the floor is noticed. She takes a sip from her glass of Whyren's before setting it on the edge of the table as she leans forward, placing a hand on the man's shoulder as she leans in.

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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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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.

At The same moment, a small droid scans the young lady and points two rotating automatic blasters at her.He is followed closely by a Jawa with an electro-baton.

- Technok : Scanning for targets, Ready for deletion…

Rusty, the Jawa, hits the droid with discharge from the electro-baton before it finishes it’s sentence.

- Rusty : Ukanbi uni Technok akata! (Quiet Technok!)

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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.

- Meklaio : Shall I serve you one Henerkin?

- Henerkin : Dammit! I’d love to but the doc ain’t allwin’ me anything but kolto!

Sitting on the bed, freshly out of the med tank for the meeting, the kolto still drying on his old pirate tattoos, he looks left and right… No doc.

- Henerkin : Kriff it!

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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

green for miles, gardens growing and fields blooming, and everywhere, everywhere, they are silent, still, and they stare. There are accusations in their eyes, suspicion and sorrow and sadness, thousands upon thousands, and then there is nothing. A chorus of voiceless laments, their faces flaking into ash and still they surround her until

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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.

The Invicta Headquarters seems plagued by the same trickster; a coat here, a utility belt there, all discovered later neatly tucked into lockers, travelling cases, bags. Nothing is missing, simply... stowed.

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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.

- Mogy : You mean to tell me you actually have a heart under that rotten shell of yours and actually care about people?

- Henerkin : Hey! I resent that, that’s just plain kriffing mean, how piratey of you brother!

Moe shakes his head and adds jokingly:

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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