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Post by Arn Hart on Aug 5, 2013 6:15:52 GMT -8
Despite having the resemblance of some sort of hell minion, Krae was rarely looked upon as a threat by strangers due to his small size. He could tell though that this newcomer wouldn’t often experience such misconceptions, and although he could already sense something familiar in the colossal Krokh, knew that he was not to be underestimated. Such was the wisdom of age, nurtured by a life of bad experiences.
Some unfortunate souls severely lacked such wisdom. “You’ll mind your own business, mister.” the apparent leader of the group snapped at Krokh. “Or we’ll have to put you down too.” He drew a concealed blaster pistol and started waving it about for everyone to see. This didn’t go down well with the crowd, and patrons started to take cover or flee. Krae didn’t move. He didn’t have to. The fun was going to come to him.
They had all circled around him, and apart from the blaster flailing leader and the breathless kid that was scurrying across the floor like a muddy in a tinny, they all started to close in. Each pulled out a weapon as they got closer. Some grabbed knives out of their boots and others dropped things like extendable shock batons from their sleeves. Krae grinned on. “You think those toys’ll do you any good?” he asked rhetorically.
“Get him, boys!” the leader shouted, signalling to attack Krae.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 19, 2013 1:36:30 GMT -8
Don’t worry about it guys, it’s all shiny now. I have placed my man at the scene. Oh, and if you’re up for a rough and tumble later, he is in an excellent condition to get one started. If not, he’ll probably get into a private little tiff anyways so I can introduce my main man.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 3:20:40 GMT -8
And it looks like we win again. Never gets old.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 3:15:30 GMT -8
Gravicus Hart was not so steady on his consumption of ale. His reflexes and judgement were monumentally impaired, making his smoking, gambling, and especially his womanising all the more enjoyable. Ever since he and his brother became free men, Grav made it a mission to make up for a life of servitude by rocking out and partying hard.
He stumbled a little on his way out of the gents, and then stepped up to the bar, next to a very attractive young lady. “Hey, baby. Buy me a drink, and I might just let you take me home.” The slap of her hand across his face left an imprint, but he didn’t mind. He just took a good long look at her from behind as she stormed off in disgust, and then ordered his own drink.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 2:47:49 GMT -8
A group of drunken young locals were enjoying themselves just a few booths down from Krae, and his tolerance of their boisterous behaviour was wearing thin as their random cheers at childish pranks kept interrupting his brooding. One of them headed towards the bar to order another drink, but as they passed by Krae’s table, stumbled and knocked over his glass.
Krae shot to his feet, although standing at about the same height he was when he was sitting. “You retched little roach! Apologise… at… once.” the little red man demanded, baring his sharp teeth. He stared into the glassy eyes of the lad that had disturbed him, already thinking of several ways of killing him that would settle the score, but Krae was not unreasonable… not all of the time. It would be the next words to come out of the boy’s mouth to determine his fate…
“Who are you calling little, pip-squeak? Just pipe down before I put you down.” the overconfident adolescent responded. He and his gang of friends obviously thought of themselves as the tough guys in this neighbourhood, but what he didn’t realise was that he was now about as dead as a roo in the high-beams of a road-train.
“Is that right, mate?” Krae challenged, taking a step forward. The boy opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. Not even a breath. He desperately flailed his arms around as he was lifted up off the floor, and then started kicking the air around him. His attacker was well out of range though. In fact, Krae hadn’t laid a finger on him. The Sith just stood there shaking his head, with one hand outstretched. “Kids have no respect these days.”
The commotion had not gone unnoticed. Most patrons just looked on in horror, but the rest of the drunken gang were quick to respond, without thinking of course. They rushed in, and one of the bigger ones threw a bar stool at Krae. He was too focused on what he was doing to care, and it hit him square in the side of the head, effectively breaking his concentration. The now practically blue faced boy fell to his feet, gasping and clutching at his neck. While the rest of the gang closed in.
Krae looked around him and grinned. “You’ll pay for that.”
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Post by Arn Hart on Jul 18, 2013 1:39:51 GMT -8
Very well then. Since the post I made a few weeks ago has gone unanswered, I have deleted it to change the way Arn meets this group. Luckily, this new board lets me do that, or else I might look like a real goose.
Now, Arn is not the type to be hanging around in bars, but again, his booze hound brother will serve as the perfect link. Be seeing you...
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 29, 2013 3:45:39 GMT -8
I dont mind. There's no rush.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 29, 2013 3:42:53 GMT -8
I have posted in the Dark Citadel on planet Kiffu located in the Inner Rim.
See you there.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 29, 2013 3:39:41 GMT -8
The Dark Citadel had become refuge to one angry little Sith. The Devaronian had fled to this planet after a near fatal encounter with mercenaries and Jedi, and he had been left bitter from the whole experience. His recuperation from serious wounds had eventually twisted into spending countless hours in the various cantinas around the building, fuelling his rage with booze.
He sat in a booth, staring out of the window at the electricity as it crashed into the building’s lighting rods, visualising himself frying the mercs that did this to him. “Wench! Another drink!” he commanded. He was starting to gain a reputation for being dangerous, so the staff responded swiftly. They delivered him a disgustingly warm beer, just the way he liked it.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 29, 2013 2:28:54 GMT -8
I have made a starting post.
Arn is not someone you can easily find unless he wants to be found, but his brother on the other hand is not so carefull. He is currently in the city of Iritsa on the planet of Chazwa located in the Inner Rim.
Awaiting an IC responce. Logically, the SL so far indictates that Ty should track him down, but we'll see what happens.
FYI - Arn is Twi'lek, his 'brother' is human. (I have confused people in the past. Can't imagine why...)
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 26, 2013 1:35:56 GMT -8
Oh, and I issue the challenge to whomever participates in this faction that they must attempt to use at least one reference of Aussie slang or culture for every post throughout the story. Anybody that fails to do so shall be dubbed a drongo.
As for our little meeting, I have yet to peruse the planets for a suitable watering hole. I was hoping to pick up where this character was left in the old version, but that locale no longer exists here. I’m open to suggestions if you find something in the meantime.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 20, 2013 17:44:32 GMT -8
Looks like we have a VERY small Sith faction forming here, but we may as well meet up in character to get the ball rolling. Might I suggest perhaps a chance encounter in the form of a good old fashioned bar fight, which evolves into our guys being forced to work together to defeat authorities that try to stop them from killing everyone. “Hey, you’re Sith. I’m Sith! No way, get out of town. We should join forces to become the most powerful beings in the galaxy, aHAHAHA!!!” Ya know, that sorta thing… but just less how I just wrote it just now.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 20, 2013 17:19:03 GMT -8
Arn Hart reporting in.
Raised by humans in servitude, his abilities are strengthened by a Force sensitivity that he will blatantly deny exists. He now works as a Mercenary, specialising in security and combat, formally affiliated with the Bloody Aces Mercenary Force.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 20, 2013 16:43:37 GMT -8
Sounds like fun to me. I think we should all start getting together in character too. Give everyone a chance to get to know each other a little before being plunged into chaos. (And it will keep us engaged while waiting for more volunteers.)
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 14, 2013 2:27:29 GMT -8
<= Hexecter's alt.
This the profile to which my Sith NPC is affiliated.
Krae Yurtchlum. An angry little Devaronian Sith in his early forties with a knack for disappearing. Unfortunately, in terms of the theme of this thread, he is actually personified as a bit of a pom, so might tick off the aussier characters a bit…
Too bad there isn’t a bigger turn out. I’ll have to sink a few extra tinnies to make up for it.
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Post by Arn Hart on Jun 11, 2013 7:23:15 GMT -8
I shall keep Arn at the ready then.
Story line wise, he was away rescuing Reapermantis from Ventor on Zeltros when the Castle was hit, so would not necessarily even know what has transpired… depending on how much I fill in the blanks.
AB.
Oh yeah, almost forgot – Don’t think that I won’t be bringing along my rabble of less-than-helpful NPCs as well. I need their comic relief to balance Arn’s lack of.
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