Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 22, 2013 10:30:35 GMT -8
minimal armor, sabers, explosives, guns.. pretty much anything within reason.
2 - Naboo: Great Grass Plains
You find yourselves in a vast field on the planet of Naboo, the site of countless battles due to it's open terrain and huge size. The wind is harsh and the grass blows back and forth, a storm is coming, a storm the likes of which Naboo hasn't seen in a millenium. 20 posts into the match the heavens open and spew forth it's life giving substance in a torrential downpour, instantly soaking the field.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 22, 2013 10:42:28 GMT -8
Xeonon Solomon, Master of the Order of Imperial Knights stepped out of his tent and into the great plains of Naboo. He had been sent here by the Imperial Hierarchy to meet and kill some arms dealers that had double crossed the Empire several weeks back. Still it was early in the morning, the sun just cresting the horizon and they were not going to be there for some hours. Damn good day out there... As he talked to himself he moved away from the tent and into the waist high grass
Despite expecting his targets later he was still slightly prepared for them to show up early, or anything else that may be lurking out there. Hell last time he was here he had to fight a Gungan and he could still hear its voice as it talked. As he walked his his Imperial Knight saber brushed through the grass on his left hip. The red from him two gauntlets that ran to his elbows stood out in sharp contrast to the greens and yellows around him. On his chest in a cross draw style were two different pistols the larger of the two on his left side and on his back a Imperial Repeater.
All in all he was dressed for war, as he should be the galaxy was a dangerous place to live these days. Mandalorians always hunting for a Forcie with his guard down; the wouldnt find him though for other than his red gauntlets his body was cloaked in well a cloak, one that matched the colours of the grasslands around him making him look like a ghost in the wind. Hurry up you sons of bitches, I cant wait to ruin you for making us look like fools.
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