Shaman Chill
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Post by Shaman Chill on Apr 22, 2013 20:39:02 GMT -8
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Apr 24, 2013 7:44:58 GMT -8
Slowly, the starfighter slipped through the atmosphere. The mood of Jedi Knight Adieumus Matango was a bit...sour. Yavin had been a disaster, what with the Mandalorians bringing so damn many troops. Yavin Station had been almost a non-factor, there were few defensive troops, and the Jedi were basically steamrolled. The forces there had fought with all they had, giving every ounce of themselves to protecting the fourth moon of Yavin...but to no avail. On top of it, in order to salvage what defensive capability they had left, along with having the possibility of a counterattack to stop this from happening again, the High Council had ordered the Watch off world...much to Matango's chagrin. He had obeyed their orders nonetheless, and returned to Honoghr....
...Only to find -this-...Honoghr, stripped to bare bones by the powers that be.
He had already talked to Icey, who confirmed that she and Lukas were still here. There were unconfirmed sightings of E`yame as well, but she was always on the go anyway....but at least his family was still here.
About ten minutes after dropping into the atmosphere, Adieumus arrived at the Nystao Spaceport. The Grand Dukha's spaceport had been lost in the transition, and would have to be rebuilt. Until then, this is where everyone would fly in and out. Landing in a secure area, Adi opened the canopy, and sighed heavily. Climbing out, he retrieved a travel bag from the gear stowage, and shut the hatch, activating the security field. Looking around at the newly-built Public Spaceport for a moment, Adi shook his head, and moved toward the main entrance.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Apr 24, 2013 20:50:25 GMT -8
The X-83 landed in its assigned docking bay, and the pilot quickly locked up the ship and moved on. He wasn't quite in a hurry, but he wasn't one for idle moments either. So much had happened, so much had been lost, and gained, in the recent past. Getting off of Yavin had been a tactical nightmare, but he had managed it, barely. And somewhere in the assault Torgeir had been lost, presumably with all hands, since I'd herd nothing of those who had been aboard him at the time. That loss weighed heavily upon him whenever he stopped to consider it, or merely stopped doing anything significant. This darkened his mood, slightly but also gave him a steely determination to do whatever had to be done, to wright the evils done of late. Though, if the force was merely a power of balance as Adi claimed, perhaps it had just evened out the playing field for everyone. Too much to think about, and no time to think. He shoved the questions aside and focused on finding his Master.
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Post by Will Sontir on May 4, 2013 19:12:45 GMT -8
A hover taxi settles in directly next to the birth where Matango's transport is already being prepped by the crew. The pilot of the hovertaxi gets out to assist the two jedi out of the cab and onto the boarding ramp-- but denied the help in turn. It was a decent ride from the pub that they had just vacated from, and the air had done well for the both of them by the means of clearing their heads. Their bodies, though fatigued, had much more aire of stability to them as they shuffled to the transport. Adi paid the pilot and thanked him for his services, and the pair made it into the transport.
Metal servos and pressure releases sound as the boarding ramp rises and retracts back into the transport. The small crew goes through their preflight checklist-- the transport rises off the durasteel floor and away they go into open orbit. Destination: Coruscant.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 7, 2013 10:04:26 GMT -8
Shihab flew over to his hangar bay and landed near his X-83. He checked the maintenance logs by the hangar door to be sure she was ready to go, before climbing into the slightly cramped cockpit and beginning his lift off start up sequence. Soon he drifting up out of the landing bay on repulsors, before flying up through orbit on his sublights. The X-83 moved with efficiency, but did not appear to be in any haste.
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Post by Kurt Balfour on May 15, 2013 21:30:20 GMT -8
Nystao spaceport, you will never find a more wretched hive of men with gelled hair and females that take frozen substances as names. Throughout the many docking births and landing bays many ships landed, took on cargo, or even took off. There was one landing bay that housed the fabled Mystic Gift in the wide circle that served as the landing area. That blackened hull of the Consular-class cruiser with the, mostly illegal, Charger c70 retrofit. The ship had several other upgrades over the years, but for the most part the ship remained standard. Ok, standard for a smuggler... Who am I kidding, this thing is a death trap.
Kurt sighed as he continued to tweek the readings on the control panel as he laid underneath one of the engine terminals. He didn't even bother poking his head out as he spoke, half muffled by being under the terminal, "Check it now, maybe that will give us a better time..." A click and then the humming of the engines starting up from it's ready mode, the reactor having already been hot. There was some more humming before it plateaued out into a constant sound before a light blinked briefly on the pad he was watching. An unimpressed grunt came from next to him, the mechanic of the Gift. "You never could figure out how to deal with engines...", the voice of Sirra, the human female, explained bluntly. Kurt looked over at her, laying the tools on his chest, "Oh? You tellin' me to get out of your engine room again?" She also stopped what she was doing, likely undoing whatever Kurt had just tried to do, "I can throw tools at you instead if you want." Kurt held the stare with the cold eyes of the girl for a second. She reached for the hydrospanner on her stomach. Kurt instantly moved the tools from his chest, setting them down as he slid himself from underneath the console, reassuring her verbally as he moved, "Ok I'm goin', jeez..." She chuckled, which stopped him from leaving the room, he looks towards the area underneath the consoles, "What, would you prefe- oi!", having been cut short by a jab in the shin by the tool, forcing him to retreat out of the greasy hole that was the engine room.
Kurt moved out of the engine room, the door sliding behind him as he silently curse the mechanic and her cruel sense of humor. He swore she enjoyed giving him bruises with the tools in there just for the hell of it. He moved to the turbolift, pressing the down button. As the turbolift reached the bottom 'floor' of the ship, it was a good size in addition to being pretty well armed which made it roughly a frigate class in terms of size and firepower, he moved out onto the expanded cargo bay. He had done a fair bit of work on the inside of the ship which included, among other modifications, knocking out the bottom deck's extra crew quarters to allow for a large cargo bay. It was not ideal but it definitely added to the capacity they could haul, mainly cargo containers when they took on actual cargo, and it was no real change from their original passenger capacity. Not like it mattered anyway since they rarely took on extra people, that's just not how the captain or the crew of the ship rolled. They enjoyed the close knit group that had grown to enjoy each other, in their own ways obviously, and bringing on more strangers ws just not their style.
He spotted the pair of mercenaries. Chaz and the male Chiss Criax that were on his ship doing their own thing at a pile of crates, using one as a table. They were hired mainly for when things got really dangerous, which seemed to be pretty often in Kurt's line of work. Then there was Alys standing near the two as she leaned on her own crate, the beautiful female Twi'lek with her light blue skin and one of her lekku tossed lazily over her shoulder. She was amazingly nice to look at and even better in a firefight, she could handle any blaster. He walked up to her, offering a half smile as she looked up from her datapad, "Care to head over to the cantina?" Chaz looked up from what he was doing then over to Criax, who in turn shrugged as he returned to fiddling with his blaster rifle. Alys smiled, shaking her head, "Why you always ask me to come with you to drink, you know I don't care for most of the drinks you like." He smiled, crossing his arms as he began to talk, "Because I know if I leave you here, you are more likely to fly off with my ship and the crew. You would get away with it too if I didn't keep Chaz and Criax on my side." Criax laughed, speaking up without taking his eyes off the rifle, "That's only because she hasn't offered us more." Kurt looks to the pair, as if he has been physically wounded, "Really? I thought it was that you guys were loyal and enjoyed my company" Chaz looks up, pausing as if contemplating this then shaking his head, "Nope, it's definitely the money." Criax nods in agreement, smiling to his fellow mercenary. Kurt looks back to Alys, "Eh, what shall we ever do..?" Alys raises an eyebrow, "Not today flyboy, you get to go to the cantina sol. I'll hold down the fort for you though..." He shrugged, walking down towards the landing ramp, which was extended since they were planetside.
He walked out into the relatively cool air, it always seemed cool to him since he grew up on Corellia. Moving away from the ramp he walked towards the exit of the docking bay that housed his ship, the sky above him waiting for the Gift to slice through it to get to space again. He brushed a hand over the blackened hull, as if petting a resting beast, the cool metal plates contrasting with the warmth of his skin. This was his home, this ship, and if he didn't love his home it would never fly properly. He reassuringly patted the thick metal plates, as if telling the ship that soon she would be returning to the blackness of space. He walked out of the docking bay, heading into the city to look for a good cantina.
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Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh
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Post by Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh on Jun 2, 2013 19:06:40 GMT -8
=Lynda Jarvio=
Flying the Urshanabi into the city, it's Hapan pilot flew the Luxury 5000 right for the public spaceport. According to the gps that Lynda had with her, it seemed the spaceport wasn't too far off from the shop she and her passengers needed to go to. Finding an available space to land, Lynda activated the landing legs to the yacht as it lowered to the spaceport floor. Upon touching the ground, she then had it's boarding ramp lower, then began turning off the power systems except for emergency power. Getting out of the pilot seat, the Hapan Jensaarai walked out of the cockpit to head to the yacht's main lounge where the Forceful's were. Seeing Amadeus, Vejovis, Dragan, and Dorothea ready, Lynda gestured for them to follow her out, and then the party exited the yacht to head for Diamonte's shop.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 29, 2013 9:08:58 GMT -8
Setting the ship down in an open spot the Imperial Knight stood up and took off most of his gear. He was still robbed in his armour and had on a lightsaber mag clipped to his right thigh. Walking down the ramp Xeonon looked over to his right, there seemed to be some commotion down there but he didnt really know nor did he care. He was here for a specific reason. Walking through a mix of steam and other stuff he looked like a warrior of legends. His red armour standing out, it was actually his face that would draw the looks of people. His left eye glowed a brilliant blue, while his right had a solid gold eye patch over top of it. In addition the right side had been burned really badly some years earlier.
Joining the crowd of people he pulled his hood up and over his head, heading deeper into the city.
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Post by Pasca Resco on Oct 27, 2013 10:52:15 GMT -8
5 Years before the Mandalorian Conflict
A YT-1300 drops out of hyperspace, and heads to the respective docking bay that had been registered to it. When the rear hatch lowered a slim figured woman, wearing an elegant spider silk pant suit and pencil skirt, steps out and heads off towards the RDMC.
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Jul 16, 2014 21:49:48 GMT -8
For those who could hear it, a sonic boom pierced the air, about 30 minutes out from the spaceport at normal travel for the E-Wing that had produced it. Not long after which, that same fighter descended to a more reasonable altitude for approach, as well as with speed. With about 15 minutes to go before getting there at cruising speed, about mach 2, Riddick squawks his transponder again and calls over comms.
Tower, Saber 2. I am inbound, one-five minutes out, alpha one. Request landing and parking. Preferably secured.
All that was needed now was the response. Riddick continued it, and even at his speed, it would be a short while to get there. A couple minutes in, after making the call, a clearance and vector came in over the comms for a spot where reserve units apparently were parked. Riddick set down, there and disembarked from his craft, collected his gear from the cargo compartment, had it "buttoned up" and secured. He went into the terminal, and closed out his flight plan, which had been sent here from Ossus, detailing the course and times he was expected to be anywhere within the plan. From there, he casually made his way into Nystao. Though his flight suit would more than likely have giving away something of who he was or where he hailed from, there were many like it from his home, and, therefore, not give away too much. He was fully aware that a person of considerable rank would be a prime target for anyone from pick-pocketters to enemy states, and even though this was a world friendly with Ossus, not everyone one it was guaranteed to share that sentiment.
Goal number one, he thought, was to find Adi, or at least someone who was in with him. His wanderings took him, in a rather roundabout way, toward what he understood to be where this world's government met. If that didn't work, well, at least there was a Jedi Academy for him to drop in on.
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Post by Darth Belial on Aug 28, 2014 18:18:39 GMT -8
Having descended from the cloud riddled skies upon basalt wings, the Svelte-class shuttle glided into one of the many docking berths of the Nystao spaceport. The lusterless obsidian craft came to rest upon it's haunches as the landing claws dug into flight deck, all in preparation of the craft's sole occupant readying himself to depart. Deck officers and utility droids rushed to greet this new arrival, bringing with them the tools of their trade. The men clad in simple coveralls began their initial inspection, ensuring that the antiquated craft had not been tampered with in any harmful way, while the droids began busying themselves with cleaning the carbon scoring inflicted by the vessels breach of the celestial atmosphere. Completing the scan and seeing that nothing had been changed from the design specifications, the flesh bound workers began the more menial task of refueling the shuttle.
They could never be too careful, and noting their caution with a slight smirk of admiration, the titan roused himself from the pilots seat only to move towards the aft sections of his vessel.
When the pilot had deemed himself ready for the journey ahead, he pounded his fist atop the panel set into the surface of the bulkhead, causing a chain of events that would see this man disembark. The swept back onyx wings had risen with a menacingly lethargic pace, revealing the cargo hatch that was mounted beneath. The doors smoothly parted to allow the occupant to remove himself from his ship, and as the Titan had taken his first steps onto the world of Honoghr, he did so as the flight ramp extended towards the flight deck.
His immense frame was cloaked in the most simple tribal coverings, making his imposing stature seem more so due to the lack of clothing. Belial's torso and much of his upper body was laid bare, broken only by the leather bracers sown about his wrists and the skirt of ornately engraved dragon scales hanging down from his waist. Lashed about his waist was a soiled cloth of azure fabric, bereft of the usual embellishments. The Dark Lord had no need of weapons here, and he doubted that he would ever come across a foe that would pose any threat. Unhelmed, the man wore a handsomely barbaric visage, where several errant locks of his windblown hair were braided and fixed with several tribal fetishes.
Like the Strider of Suns, he too was a man that was forged in the steamy heart of the jungle, and no matter how far he had come, such roots would never be forgotten.
Paying the docking fees and for the services that the staff had freely given, the Dark Lord moved into the City proper, all the while thinking of what must be done...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 1:12:27 GMT -8
The Icecrown continued it's descent to the surface of Honoghr as it flew over Nystao to the spaceport, where the Star Shuttle was assigned a docking bay capable of berthing the sizeable craft. Lilith and Lana disembarked from the craft a few moments later, before being lead outside to the landspeeder that had been gifted for their use whilst on Honoghr, with Lana jumping into the driver's seat and Lilith getting into the passanger seat. With a route to the RDMC already input, the landspeeder took off towards its destination
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 4, 2016 2:39:27 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, Serene Moondancer | Cockpit | Honoghr | Location: Nystao Public Spaceport ]
Guiding her cruiser down into a smooth landing, easing her descent with practiced familiarity, Mirian touched down at the designated landing coordinates given to her by Honoghr's Ground Control. Once settled, she immediately powered down the ship and unbuckled herself, retrieving her holocron from the chair next to her, absent-mindedly pocketing it whilst she made her way down to the docking bay to greet her unexpected guest...well, more like give him a piece of her mind, impressive flying or not.
“I don't know who you think you are,” said Mirian furiously as she rounded the corridor and the bay entrance opened up for her, where she saw the Gungan and the Jawa, “But if you ever pull a stunt like that again, you two, I'll...I'll...that is not an astromech droid...”
It took her a while to process that the short humanoid she was looking at was indeed a Jawa, and as far as she knew, X-Wings only had space for one individual, along with an astromech droid. This was unexpected. “Where the hell did you come from???”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 4:14:25 GMT -8
Even as the ship touched down, Han still had no idea just which planet they were on, since he hadn't asked Juuma, figuring the gungan would give some silly answer that wouldn't have been the least bit helpful. But his bigger concern was just who's ship they were on, when suddenly he heard a female voice furiously ranting, before a pretty young human female rounded the corner, whom he almost developed a crush on in that instant, until she thought he was an astromech droid. The nerve of some people, to think just because he was as short as he was, that he was an astromech droid. He was incredulous as she asked where he came from, adding further insult to injury, as he pointed straight at the cargo pod attached to the underside of the X-wing, like it was normal for a Jawa to travel in them, or for an x-wing to even have one at all. It was then that his translator unit spakred to life, which he wore under neath his scarfUnbelievable. I'll have you know, I'm an average sized stormtrooper!wait, that didn't sound right, but it was too lateAs for where I came from, isn't it obvious? I was birthed from that podwell that was definitely not what he had said. surely there was something dodgy about this translator he'd gotten from a Moisture Farmer for a mere 10 credits
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Post by juuma on Jan 4, 2016 5:03:23 GMT -8
Juuma turned and looked at his friend as he fell out of the cargo pod. Smirking as Han picked himself up and dusted off his clothing before putting his hat back on. Instead of speaking Juuma just turned to the sound of approaching footsteps. Low and behold a beautiful woman emerged from behind the doors, not just a normal kind of beauty, but exceptionally so. Suddenly Juuma understood why he had been so magnetically drawn here, his mouth opened slightly and his green eyes focused on the woman alone. Vaguely he could hear her chastising him then mistaking Han for an astromech, this happened to be the exact moment Juuma snapped out of his stupor and became his usual self. Laughing as Han went on a small tangent about where he came from and who he was, the minute he was done Juuma strode forward. Mid stride he dropped his heavy blaster letting it fall and rest on its sling across his body, he stopped directly in front of the woman, closer than arms length. "Meesa name issa da Juuma, Meesa feels like meesa needs ta be close ta yousa, someting issa tellin meesa dis. Meesa finks yousa issa da prettiest woman meesa as ever seen, what issa your name"
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 4, 2016 22:59:38 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, Serene Moondancer | Cockpit | Honoghr | Location: Nystao Public Spaceport ]
“......” Mirian stared incredulously at the Jawa as he first stated that he was an average sized stormtrooper, and then explained that he was born from the pod on the X-Wing. Either his command of the language was horrible, or that translator of his once belonged to a comedian with a penchant for word-play. “Uhm...right...maybe you should just stick to Jawa Trade Talk. I know enough of your native language to probably understand you better without that...translator.”
From there she took two steps back, stumbling over a fuel pump and catching the door frame to stop herself from falling, but she contemplated allowing it so as to gain distance from the rapidly approaching tall Gungan, though in the end, she held her ground. After he finished speaking, she gently placed a finger on his chest, and pushed, increasing in firmness to free up some of her personal space, “Okay, thanks, I'm flattered you think me pretty, but yousa...I mean, if you wouldn't mind stepping back a little, please, sir.”
Glancing at the Jawa, she then said, “Secondly, my name is Mirian Santiro, intergalactic transporter of personnel and goods. You know what that means? It means no free trips on board this ship! You either pay me for transportation or you work for your stay. Got it?”
Having reestablished a sense of confidence on her position, Mirian pondered quietly about something the Gungan said, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was a Force-Sensitive. It certainly would explain her irrational acceptance of his presence without much question. Which reminded her...“Where'd you get such a pristine vessel? And one specially modified to accommodate a Jawa instead of an astromech droid?”
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Post by juuma on Jan 5, 2016 0:00:29 GMT -8
Juuma didn't notice the pressure of her finger at first, but when he did he took a few steps back. Mirian explained she was a transporter of goods, which in Juuma's mind translated to smuggler. She talked about how there were no free passes, and how they would have to pay for transport or work it off. At this Juuma smirked and spoke "Oh weesa can work, meesa issa bombad pilot, and meesa issa bombad gunner" he said. Then she asked about his ship, which caused Juuma to break into a huge smile as he prepared to explain. "Meesa stole it of course, meesa issa.....well meesa wassa pirate. Now meesa issa yousa new gunner, if yousa pay meesa anyway. Even better weesa coulda spend some alone time togetha." Juuma winked at her when he was done.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 5:05:56 GMT -8
Han gave his scarf a tap where his translator was hidden beneath, knowing that it just required a little loving to work, before Juuma proceeded to introduce himself. It was as Mirian introduced herself, that he came to the realization, that he hadn't actually given him her name. Well, that was incredible rude of him to forget to do that, though not quite as rude as he earlier assumption. As the discussion turned to paying for a trip or working for it, he knew all to well they were going to have to work off what ever short trip they'd just gotten. Things only got worse as she asked where they got the x-wing from. Juuma did not make the situation any better, admitting to having stolen the craft. As the gungan continued to try come on to their future Captain, he quickly closed the distance and pulled him back Great, kid! Don't get cocky.much better he though, before bowing to MirianHan Sol...Der, Han Der. Co-pilot, of the... uhm... that...Well, it almost bugged out on him again. Who the hell was Han Solo. He then pointed to the X-wingNot ideal accomodation, though I'd like to convert the astromech bay, if you have some spare parts? Whilst hot shot over here is into guns, I can fix any ship...
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 6, 2016 6:47:21 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, Serene Moondancer | Cockpit | Honoghr | Location: Nystao Public Spaceport ]
“......” This was going to be habit. Her being left speechless every few responses she got from either of these two. Initially, when he stated that he was bombad pilot and gunner, well, she agreed on the piloting bit, the gunnery she had yet to see, but considering how he flew, she was inclined to believe his claim. But what really got to her was when he openly confessed that he stole the ship, and he was a pirate before! Well that certainly took the wind out of her sails for a moment, and she didn't even notice his continued attempts to hit on her, as she was too busy processing that she'd just brought in a pirate. Would that make his Jawa friend a pirate too?
He seemed to be the more mature one, as he yanked the Gungan further back from her, and continued to utilize his translator to communicate. He seemed more polite and formal as well, as he bowed.
She nodded after listening to him and said, “Well, hello, Han Der. Nice to meet you...you fix ships, huh? Say, can you help me with a hyperdrive problem I'm having with my ship? It's been guzzling fuel and power like you wouldn't believe.”
She shook her head, after a moment's thought, “But you know what? Put a hold on that suggestion...I'd rather we uh...get to know each other a little better before I let you get your hands on the Moondancer. Meantime, step out with me to meet the officials and whoever I'm supposed to meet about getting work around here?”
Beckoning the Gungan and Jawa to follow her, Mirian headed out for the boarding ramp, and she was surprised to find someone already waiting for her...them, waiting for them.
“Captain Mirian Santiro?” asked the driver, and at Mirian's nod, continued, “Here to take you to the Red Dawn Medical Center, if you all would please.”
Mirian smiled and started to follow, when she turned back to Juuma, remembering what both he and Han Der said, and pointed at him, “No shooting, no looting, and...no telling people you're a pirate, okay? Okay.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 1:37:05 GMT -8
Han had merely nodded in response to Mirian's inquiries, about to answer yes to each one, but things were so rapid fire, he just gave up on the idea of trying to speak, before following her as she lead the way to this meeting. As she pointed at Juuma and directed her comments to him, Han knew they would get along just fine, before giving a nod as she made sure they understood the rules Okie Dokie! from there, he would follow her to the RDMC
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