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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:27 pm
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Seemingly motionless among a sea of starships and satellites above the twinkling world of Brentaal, Sel Zonn Station grows larger in every single being's view every second. A central pylon forms the bulk of the station’s mass, and three landing platforms leading to docking bays extend from the central section, equidistant from one another and jutting out into space. The dorsal side of the station features a discshaped secondary structure, on top of which blinking lights indicate the presence of a landing platform reserved for wealthy patrons.
Once inside there is a small variety of kiosks and places of interest for those wishing to relax and take in the Station's accommodations.
A bar, Gundark’s Cantina, run by the human male, Gundark; while he does seem a bit xenophobic to nonhumans, he doesn't turn down a single patron. The Credit Chip, the resident casino; it's operated by a human, Cecil Vayne; he doesn't appear to approve of the Empire's station within Sel Zon--often cheating them out of their money. Delgas Medical Supplies, as it appears, is a corporate medical practice and pharmaceutical supplier, with the chief doctor being Byra Fenn, another human. And finally, Mechanical Allies. This is where one would go for most of all droid repairs, and sales. Unlike the previous places, this is owned by a Twi'lek by the name of San.
For security, the Empire has found station here along side Brentaal's own planetary security force.
But none of this matters. Whether by chance, or by fate, the group has found themselves within the Promenade. The Promenade is filled with the bustle of revelry and commerce. Spilling out of the gambling halls are the sounds of victory and the moans of defeat, while the music of local bands issues from the cantinas. Only a handful of citizens mill about in the main areas of the Promenade, a few gazing out the massive windows at the planet Brentaal hovering below. Businesspeople hawk their wares to the passersby, and a few Imperial stormtroopers make their way down the main avenue of the Promenade on their usual patrol at a leisurely pace.
[I'll give everyone a few to make their introductions, get to know each other, and I want a single perception check from everyone] |
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:50 pm
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The little Jawa looked way out of place in the station, which granted him the looks of the people residing in Sel Zonn. Jaboo, however, was so enthralled by being in space that he didn't mind the looks. He's never been in a big city-like building that floated in space, he's always been used to sand, craggy cliffs and sandcrawlers, but this was- for him anyways- something else.
He wore the Jawa's typical brown robe, which completely covered his body. His face was obscured by the hood on the robe, the only thing visible being his big, glowing yellow eyes. He wore a black vest over his robes with many pockets, which he used to store the energy cells amongst other things. He carried his Carbine Rifle on his shoulder, hanging from it's sling.
He eventually made his way towards the Cantina, where he tried, as best he could, to order some cold water. He spoke in Jawa Trade Language, hoping the Human knew the language, the man himself being a trader of sorts. He sat on a corner of the Cantina, relaxing a bit, the small Jawa weary after a long day for him.
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Keith Valken Lionheart rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:53 pm
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Raganui Minamoto rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:24 pm
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Dallas Moonrain rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:11 pm
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s**t s**t s**t ********> Of all the places that stupid freighter had to leave her, it would be a place with freaking clones patrolling all over the damn place. Well, not that there were too many places in the galaxy left where there weren't freaking clones, but still.
Xylee pulls her goggles down over her eyes, hoping that would minimize her resemblance to Zaile. To think she'd been reduced to having to not look like her twin, but it wouldn't serve Zaile's memory if Xylee got herself killed as well.
She'd probably be better off inside one of the buildings, since it looked like they were mainly patrolling the streets. The Cantina looked like the best bet, since she didn't need medical attention and certainly didn't intend to lose her hard-earned credits gambling. She slipped into the Cantina, ordered the cheapest thing she could think of, and took a seat in the corner near the funny-looking creature in the brown robe. She offered it a quick smile and nod.
{Perception +6}
{As I went to go into this thread, my iTunes started playing the Imperial March.}
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Mongooseh rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:36 pm
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Lord of the Vine rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:56 pm
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Wrasynth Ksyamen rolled 2 20-sided dice:
5, 13
Total: 18 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 12:27 am
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Wrasynth Ksyamen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 4:02 am
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Disciple of Sakura rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 9
Total: 26 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 4:53 am
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 Casting a long shadow through the promenade, Mir Eshke strode amongst the rabble going about their lives, her long, black cloak concealing much of her body. Her silver-violet hair whipped along behind her, trailing in the air as she strode with a brisk pace. People turned and watched her, the scar upon her brow and the curious mask concealing her empty sockets likely drawing their attention as much as her haunting beauty or sheer presence. She wasn't sure what she would find on this station, but any information leading her to her enemies or to weapons to strike out at them would suffice for now.
She stopped short as the Clone Troopers passed, and her blood boiled. The true Force within her screamed out for release, to destroy the faceless minions of the detestable Empire, but she reined the urge down. Murdering useless grunts would not get her closer to her goal at this point, and it could easily lead to her failure. Then she sensed the Force, strongly concentrated in a human body, just up ahead. Fascinating. She skulked, Terralian Panther-like, and watched and listened from afar.
{Requested Perception +8; Stealth -1} |
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